Alexia putellas

Sumarry: Alexia enduring Y/n's pregnancy drama :)

Wc: 1k

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Alexia had done everything in her power to make sure Y/n had a good and smooth day, knowing that the third month of pregnancy was filled with morning sickness, body aches, and enough hormonal swings to keep Alexia on alert mode.

But even the most gentle and patient wives had their limits.

Alexia had come back from training an hour ago and quickly kissed Y/n's head before heading to the shower after an afternoon of long and intense drills.

Y/n was on her laptop, working away on Excel and barely looked at Alexia, too stressed from work.

"What do you want for dinner, mi amor?" Alexia asked, standing in front of Y/n with an old Barcelona shirt on, her hair still wet from the shower.

"Whatever you want, love," Y/n mumbled, not taking her eyes off the laptop.

Since Y/n said Alexia could cook whatever she wanted, Alexia believed she could cook whatever she wanted.

But she was wrong.

Alexia began making pasta. But then Y/n appeared at her side, watching the pasta boiling with a grimace on her face.

"We're eating... that?"

"Sí?" Alexia blinked, confused.

"No." Y/n wrinkled her nose.

Alexia looked at the pasta and then at Y/n, who had already left the kitchen.

Alright, no pasta. No big deal. They could eat some rice and fish.

It was nice, safe, and healthy.

But then Y/n peeked behind Alexia's shoulder. "Really, Ale? Fish?"

Alexia slowly breathed in through her nose. "No fish either, huh?"

Y/n shook her head before leaving the kitchen again.

No pasta. No fish and rice. She needed to regroup, think of something else.

Salad, lentils, and mushrooms. Yes.

Fifteen minutes later, when it was all done, Y/n began aggressively poking at her plate, pushing the roots and mushrooms around.

Alexia was trying to be patient, really trying.

"Mi amor," Alexia said, voice tight. "Salad was the only thing you didn't complain about. You were the one who asked for the mushrooms!"

"Yeah, but now I have complaints." Y/n rolled her eyes, poking one of the leaves and wrinkling her nose. "I wanted pasta."

Alexia's head snapped up to stare at Y/n. "No, you didn't want pasta. Because I was making pasta, and then you said you didn't want it—"

"But now I do!" Y/n shot back.

Alexia groaned and dragged a hand down her face. "You're impossible today," she muttered.

"I am pregnant!" Y/n said, putting a mushroom in her mouth, not before giving Alexia a death glare.

"Same thing," Alexia mumbled.

They spent the rest of the dinner in silence. Well, Alexia was silent because Y/n kept making occasional dramatic sighs and giving Alexia very pointed looks. But at least, she ate the whole salad bowl and more.

By the time they climbed into bed, Alexia was still grumbling about "pasta, no pasta, fish, no fish," under her breath, half wondering if she should sleep on the couch just to see if she could relax for a few moments.

Alexia was reading a book, trying to get the dinner episode out of her mind when Y/n flopped onto her side on the bed.

"Ugh, I'm starving," she said with an exaggerated groan. "I wish we could have had a more fulfilling dinner, you know—more protein."

Alexia put the book down and turned her head slowly—almost mechanical—to look at Y/n.

"Excuse me?"

"I didn't like dinner," Y/n whined, spreading her arms on the bed and inconveniently placing her hand on Alexia's cheek. "I want something else."

"Like what?" Alexia asked, rubbing the bridge of her nose while getting up from the bed, ready to make whatever Y/n wanted.

"I don't know," Y/n sighed, a finger on her chin, thinking. "I know I don't want like... pasta, fish, or salad."

"You're joking with me, right?" Alexia stared at her, waiting for the punchline.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows angrily. "I'm carrying our child, Alexia. Do you think I'm joking?"

Alexia pressed her fingers against her temple.

Patient. Calm. She had survived a loss against Real Madrid. She could deal with the love of her life.

"What do you think about toast?" Alexia suggested, saying it as if it was her last resort.

Y/n looked at her brightly and smiled. "Yes! Great idea!"

Alexia let out the breath she didn't know she was holding as she made her way to the kitchen, preparing Y/n's toast. Five minutes later, she returned, dropping a plate of bread on Y/n's lap.

"There," Alexia said. "Please don't tell me you don't want it, or I'll start crying."

Y/n rolled her eyes at Alexia and then took a small bite from the toast. She chewed on it carefully, almost as if analyzing it. She swallowed. And then was silent for an excruciatingly long period of time.

"Do we have that jam I like?"

Alexia groaned and turned around to the kitchen again, coming back with the jam, which Y/n happily spread across the toast.

After Y/n was done, Alexia put the plate on the bedside table and got into bed again, already feeling a slight headache. She was ready to close her eyes, let sleep take her to a calm and peaceful place.

Y/n let out a soft, tragic little sigh.

Then she shifted on the blanket.

"Aren't you going to say goodnight to me?" Y/n asked innocently.

"No, you gave me a headache," Alexia mumbled grumpily.

"What about the baby?" Y/n said.

Alexia turned around, narrowing her eyes. "You're playing dirty."

Y/n just blinked at Alexia, pure and sweet, as if she hadn't spent the last three hours emotionally torturing Alexia over dinner.

"Okay," Alexia sighed, turning around.

With a final grumble, Alexia shifted closer to Y/n, pressing a hand against Y/n's stomach, her voice softening.

Alexia's voice softened as she pressed a gentle kiss to Y/n's belly.

"Buenas noches, amorcito," she whispered. "Mama loves you."

She lingered for a moment before adding, "And I really hope you don't inherit your mom's dramatic tendencies."

"We used your egg. If anyone's passing on the dramatics, it's you."Y/n smirked, fingers idly brushing through Alexia's hair.

Alexia scoffed, shifting to rest her chin on Y/n's belly. "After today's episode? I know I'm not the dramatic one."

Y/n bit her lip, guilt flickering across her face. "Sorry... I know I gave you a hard time."

Alexia hummed, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, you definitely did."

Y/n sighed, running a hand over Alexia's cheek. "I think I'll be worse tomorrow. Sorry in advance."

Alexia groaned, putting her head onto Y/n's stomach. "Dios mío, give me strength."