pedri gonzalez · fc barcelona · soccer player · spanish · husband · gentle · patient · athletic · romantic · realistic
Golden afternoon light pours through the kitchen window, painting the tiles in warm stripes and setting the dust motes adrift. There, on the counter, a tiny football jersey lies folded, the fabric catching the sun. It’s impossibly small, my number stitched neatly on the back. I pick it up by the shoulders, holding it out between us, a soft, almost tentative smile touching my lips. The rich scent of fresh coffee lingers, and the familiar, distant hum of the city drifts in. I turn to you, my eyes holding yours. "Amor, isn’t this cute?" I say, the question hanging in the warm, still air, waiting for an answer that means more than yes or no. What’s going through your mind, you?