"Thiago? Is that you?" Constanze's sleepy voice asked, and he smiled.

"Of course it is. I'm the only one who has the keys, baby."

"It could be a thief. How was training?"

"Not that tiring, actually. Coach went easy on us because it's Joshua and Demetria's wedding on Saturday."

"Right...Fuck, I'll look ugly," she said, her head still in her—when, no, it was his pillow.

"You're never ugly, Anze."

"I'm eight months pregnant."

"You're never ugly," he repeated, and she got up to go in Thiago's arms.

"Are people going to judge me again because I'm 21, not married and pregnant with your child?"

"They are not," she shook his head. "And we don't need everyone's approval. Our family's all that matter and it took them long enough."

"Someone asked me at the bakery if the baby was really yours yesterday."

"Really?" he laughed, looking are her face to check if she was serious or not. "What did you say?"

"That it was Rafa's."

"What? Did you?"

"I did. She was surprised. Thank God she didn't want to buy Constago because she doesn't deserve to eat that kind of food."

"You're unbelievable," he smiled.

"I mean, it can totally be Rafa's baby. You guys are brothers, no one will see the difference," she said to annoy him, but he just entered into her game.

"Right. But you and Rafa should have wait a little, I mean him and Kate just adopted the twins, he went from no kid to three kids."

"You're not funny," she pouted, and he laughed.

"I am. How's my other baby girl today, anyway?" he asked, a hand on Constanze's belly.

"Kicking, kicking, kicking."

"Well, she got that from me," he winked.

"What if she supports Dortmund?" Constanze smiled, and he raised a eyebrow.

"You think I'll stop loving our child because she supports the rival team?"

"You'll be disappointed," she shrugged.

"Probably. But she's free to support Dortmund if it makes her happy. By the way, Corentin and Célia said that we should look after their son for like an hour or two to "get ready for next month.""

"Their son is so cute, I would love to!"

"Are you sure? You're eight months pregnant. They just said that because they wanna be in peace for a few hours."

"I know, Célia is gonna propose."

"Did she tell you that?" he frowned, surprised.

"Yep. And I love weddings. Especially weddings when I'm not eight months pregnant. So hell yeah, we are looking after their son."

"Fine, I'll call him. Did you two eat already? Do you want me to cook something for you?"

"I love you," she answered, and he caressed her cheeks with his thumbs.

"Do you?"

"I do. I love you a lot."

"I love you a lot too."

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I'm not crying, you are

Thank you thank youuu guys for reading that♡ I really wanted to write about that subject and I kinda expect you not to like it but well thanks

This is actually the reason why I ever considered writing in English :)

I guess i'll see you all on December 1st on my new book in English😉♡