Home is Where the Heart is - Pablo Gavi

Chapter 33: Happy 19

"Happy birthday!" I whisper as soon as he starts to shift around. I woke up about twenty minutes ago, glad to have beaten him to waking up. Ever since, I've been waiting for him to wake up naturally, hoping I wouldn't have to wait for his alarm to go off; we have training this morning.

He stretches his arms over both of our heads, my head still resting on his chest. "Gracais mi amor," he says in his morning voice.

"Do you feel older?" I tease as he returns his arms to their place around me.

He considers my question. "Not really."

I open my mouth to say something but he kisses me before I get the chance. I deepen the kiss, pressing my finger pads into his chest. Our lips still attached, I maneuver my way so I'm on top of him. He holds my hips and smiles into the kiss.

"Dios mio, (My god)" he murmurs into the kiss.

"Good thing to wake up to on your birthday?" I ask in between kisses.

"Si." He continues to kiss me and pull my body down onto his. I want more than this, to go further right now and I can tell he does too.

I break the kiss. "Pablo we have to go to training," I say breathlessly.

A little out of breath, he glances over the clock on his night stand. "We have thirty minutes to spare."

"Your parents are home," I point out after his insinuation.

His grip tightens on my hips. "We can be quiet."

I tilt my head.

"It's my birthday," he pouts. Today he thinks that phrase is a way to get anything he wants.

I smile down at him. "And I have some very nice presents for you I know you'll love." He raises his eyebrows, intrigued. "You'll get them later." He pretends to frown. I get off of him and we both start to get ready for training.

We arrive at training together, hand in hand now that everyone knows. Gavi is stolen from me on multiple occasions for hugs and congratulations. Half way through training a Barcelona themed cake comes out of seemingly nowhere. A promise is made that we'll all get the share it later. It must really be a special occasion if they're encouraging us to break the diet a day before a match.

When we get out of training and I'm finished getting changed I head outside of the changeroom to wait for Gavi. Even more people want to talk to him today, slowing him down even more.

I pull out my phone and go through Instagram, seeing Pedri among others' birthday posts for Gavi. I decide to make one too. I find a picture from our last match where we're celebrating a goal together and add some text:

Feliz 19 birthday boy!

I hit post and Gavi comes out of the change room.

"Already?" I tease him, pretending to check my digital watch. He didn't really make me wait too long today.

He rolls his eyes and throws his arm around my shoulders. "Yeah, yeah."

"Ready for cake?" I ask, leaning into him as we walk down the corridor.

"Unfortunately we have to skip cake, my parents are expecting us for my birthday lunch in twenty minutes."

"Damn."

"Unless you really want cake," he says, "then we can be late."

"No, lets not be late." I have no real interest in cake, I've always been an ice cream girl---and I guarantee that was not an ice cream cake or it would be melted by now---but it's Gavi's birthday and his cake, it sucks he doesn't get to try some. "Hopefully the rest of the team enjoys it."