THIRTY-THREE.
In movies, when the host arrives with the food, the whole room is quiet, and everyone looks at the food.
But when you are the PSG squad, quiet moments don't exist. So when Presnel, Julian and Marquinhos entered, well, everybody was still talking and was not looking at them. Angel was showing his assists from the day before with Giovani, who was making the comments in Spanish. The kids were playing together, and Alphonse's wife was laughing.
But they eventually had to ask people if they wanted some pancakes. And that's when they got the first reactions.
"Thank you, they are so pretty!" Giovani said, and Julian smiled.
"Thanks, Presnel and I did them!"
Giovani looked at him, raising and eyebrow, and Julian smiled.
"Julian...did I understand correctly?"
His smile grew bigger, and he stand up to hug him.
It was more or less everyone's reaction. The doubt and then the joy.
It was better than Julian could have dreamed of. He couldn't believe that it was really happening. Everybody was okay with it. And it was perfect.
"My lucky charm really works," Presnel said and Julian looked at him, smiling, before hugging him.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. But why are you thanking me?"
"I don't really know anymore...for the hickey? It convinced me to tell him. Thank you for the bear as well, because without him, we wouldn't be here...Thank you for being here."
"I'll always be here."
Juloan smiled before kissing Presnel. Everyone was acting as if nothing was happening, besides Carol who was crying of joy before apologising.
"Don't worry, that's what's happening in my head too," Presnel smiled.
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