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how many babies do you want ruben
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euroluvd · 3 days
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John Stones injured? Rúben let’s cry together 😭😭😭
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cutie cutie cutie rubie
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sunny-sainz · 3 days
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I’m making this my whole personality
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goregoal · 1 day
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i wish i could throw away all of his shoes, anywayssss.. we have boyfriend material finally 🥰
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guardiolas · 1 day
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Something switched when ruben said he's a ferrari and a lana del rey fan
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Boyfriend material … but why does he ALWAYS ruin his outfits with a terrible choice of shoes?!! 🤦🏻‍♀️
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ithinkimokeei · 6 months
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natwrites08 · 6 months
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Weakest and Proudest Moments
(Ruben x FemReader)
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Summary: His chaotic Schedule and his stress, causes him to snap and now his son is scared of him. 
Word Count: 3.1K
Prompt: “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to…”
Warnings: Angst and fluff (he won’t be really mean to his family, just frustrated) 
a/n: After his own goal and all the loses, I bet that he would be kind of moody so that inspired me. Thanks for reading. 
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If there was anything that Ruben hated more in his career it was being told that he had messed up. He was never one to make mistakes because he could easily dodge them, but of course there were mistakes in football and that weekend he had made one or several. 
Own goals were something he hated, yes sometimes they were inevitable, but they were even worse when they led to a loss. Pep was not happy, so he of course was not pleased with being the one that caused him to spiral. 
He always spoke highly of him, applauding his discipline and dedication, but now he would be benched for his performance, something that he deemed unfair because it was just a stupid mistake. 
Not to mention all the pressure of the season with multiple cups and national team duties, he was tired, stressed and moody. 
His family routine was the only way for him to relax and find some peace. However even his chaotic household, the one that brought him so much happiness was now quiet and it was all his fault. 
She watched everything go down, how the ball deflected against his head and she knew that he wouldn’t be happy. So she cleaned before his arrival, a calm atmosphere would hopefully help. 
They’ve been together for five years so she knew him well enough to know that he would not interact or talk about it. Not the day off, but during night time or the next morning he would be an open book. 
He never hid his feelings or pain, but sometimes it took him a while to open up. The toughest part would have to be to calm down his son. Roman was a very calm three year old but the day of his fathers return no matter the game he was excited to talk about everything with him.
So she knew that she would have to talk to him about what happened with his dad. Ruben was overthinking everything because he knew that his family had watched, and his son would be upset or disappointed. 
Their six month old daughter was napping and she was also a calm baby, so she wasn’t really worried about her. They were great parents, so she had no clue what possessed him to take out his anger on their son. 
“Roman come here” he came running just as he heard his mamãe call for him. 
“Yes Ma?” 
“You know how papai scored an own goal?” Her son only nodded his head
“We will not mention it to papai, at least not yet ok?”
“Is he sad?”
“Maybe he is, but we will just give him kisses when he gets here, how does that sound?”
“I can’t wait to see him, I’ve missed him” with little jumps he showed his excitement. 
That next morning he was back in his home. With a quick kiss on the cheeks of both his wife and daughter, he walked up the stairs, a clear sign that he didn’t want to be bothered. 
She heard the excited footsteps of their son, and she knew that he would check their room first, she heard his loud scream, and she thought nothing of it, because again Roman probably wanted a hug or kiss nothing else.
“Papai you’re back!”
“Not so loud Ro, I’m trying to rest” 
“But pa, can I have a kissy?”
“Not right now ok, I’m tired” 
“Can I lay next to you?”
“Roman I said no” that’s when the pout started to form because he had never called him Roman. He was well behaved with the word no, never the ones to spoil their son, so he knew that sometimes things won't be in his favor, but he wasn’t being bad, so he was confused. 
“I just missed you” he should’ve known to calm down, because the slight faltering of his son's voice gave away that he was close to crying. 
“Enough Roman!” He slightly cursed himself, getting ready to get up, to give him a hug and apologize. But before he could do that he heard a little squeaked “sorry” and he only heard the quick patter of his steps going down the steps probably in search of his mum's arms. 
He found a very angry wife, and a crying child, his sobs were not stopping anytime soon. He tried to get closer but he received a warning with just her gaze. So he backed away, he needed to return to his routine, and he noticed how she was in the middle of feeding Ruby.
Grabbing a little bit of strawberry and banana purée, he started to feed his baby. He couldn’t focus on her cuteness because his son was still crying and he couldn’t do anything about it. 
“It’s okay baby, he will apologize ok, but you have to eat”
“I’m not hungry” 
“I made pancakes, like the ones on tv”
“With syrup?”
“Yes and strawberries”
“Can I have a bit of banana with it ma, please?”
“Of course baby sit down ok” she noticed how he was avoiding his dad, Ruben’s eyes were watching him, but he could be stubborn like him, so he had to deal with his personality being passed down to his son. 
“You want breakfast Ruben?” Not amor, or baby or anything so he knew that she was angry as well. 
“Yes amor thank you” she just threw the pancakes randomly and he was met with a messy breakfast. While his son got the most perfect mountain of food. 
He again didn’t want to be the bad cop, but he was drenching his pancakes with syrup, so he reached for the bottle. 
“Too much sugar mate” he had never received such a dirty look from his son. 
“Ma I’m not hungry anymore” 
“Eat Ro, if you want to be strong for football you have to eat, you know the rules of not putting too much syrup” 
“I don’t want to play football I don’t want to be like Rúben” she even dropped her fork and Ruby got startled as well. She saw the hold that he had on his fork and she really wanted to reassure both of them but she didn’t want to intervene. 
“I’m not Rúben to you, I know you’re mad but you have to respect me” his eyebrows were scrunched together to look intimidating, but there was a hint of amusement that he tried to hide, he didn’t want to encourage his behavior.
“That’s your name” he said, as if it was the most obvious thing. 
“Ok baby finish your breakfast, you have to get ready for the day” 
“He called me Roman ma, so I can do the same” 
“You have nursery and papai will take you, so finish breakfast, I don’t want any arguments” the only voices were Ruben’s and Ruby’s, she was babbling and he was pretending to understand everything she was saying. 
She saw her son's attempt of rolling his eyes, because usually he would love and have the attention, so not only was he afraid of his dad, but now he was jealous of his sister. Pushing the plate away he went up the steps, she turned to look at Ruben who’s eyes were already on her. 
“Don’t look at me like that, you got yourself into this situation, he only wanted a kiss Ruben” she made sure that his lunch was packed and that he had dressed himself appropriately. 
“What toy are you taking, the ball?”
“No I’m taking my baby doll ma” she only nodded, he received the doll before his sister was born and now he loves it because he wanted to be a good brother. 
“Good choice baby” 
“Yeah, I’ll tell them about Ruby” 
“That’s good baby, you can be a dad as well when you're older…”
“No ma, because I don’t want to be scary” 
“You won’t baby, Papai is just tired and that’s why he yelled, I’m sure that he will apologize, but quit calling him Rúben, it’s not nice” 
“Ok I will, did you put Baby in my school bag?”
“Yes now let’s go” he was carrying Ruby waiting to switch babies with his wife. But when Roman saw him he immediately asked to be put down, not before placing a kiss on his mum’s cheek. 
“Have a good day, and be nice” he ran to the car and he still patiently waited to be buckled in. Car safety was something that they didn’t let him do by himself. 
“Ready?” He responded with a little hum. 
The whole ride to his nursery was painful, no matter how much he tried to speak, he would be ignored. Bribery was prohibited in their household, but maybe an ice cream date would be ideal for Roman, but when he asked him, he shook his head. 
Roman waited to be unbuckled, he did hold his hand but the moment he saw his teacher he let go, didn’t even say goodbye or even look back. 
Defeated, he drove back home, the second he walked in the door he went in search of his wife’s arms. Finding her breastfeeding interrupted his need for comfort so he settled to just watch. 
“You’re being creepy” 
“Nothing creepy about this” she smiled slightly, which was a step in the right direction. 
“Why do you look sad?”
“He didn’t say goodbye to me, he saw his teacher and he ran to her, didn’t even hug me”
“Rúben to be fair you were really mean to him” 
“I know but I was just angry” 
“You’ve never been angry at us, you look forward to our comfort” 
“Yes but now it was my fault that we lost, my big head is at fault for this” 
“Did you at least say sorry?” He tried to recall if he did, and everyone knew the answer to that, his guilty face gave him away. 
“I’m sorry baby”
“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to…” she was interrupted by a phone call, his son’s teacher.
“It’s Ro’s teacher?” Now they were both worried, she put the phone on speaker so he could hear. 
“Hello Mrs. Dias, Roman was made fun of for bringing his baby doll, and although he has calmed down he is just asking for his dad, is there a possibility that you can pick him up? We usually handle situations like this, but he seems to be in a lot of distress and it’s better for him to be at home than with us. We have talked to the kids that laughed and we can assure you that it won’t happen again”
“Thanks Miss. Hailey, my husband will go pick him up if that’s ok?”
“Of course he will be in the front office, he is with our assistant teacher, I’m sorry for the inconvenience but to be clear he was very proud of holding that baby, so I’m not sure what caused him to cry?”
“I’ll make sure to speak with him about this, thanks again bye” with a bye from his teacher she knew that he was just sad about Ruben. Roman would never cared about toys, he had what were considered boy toys but also a little kitchen set and the baby, why not teach your kids to be involved in the real world. 
She wasn’t surprised when Rúben had the idea to buy him a baby doll as well as accessories like a tiny crib and stroller. He was a very hands-on dad and husband and he probably wanted to raise a child that was aware of the importance of family. 
“He didn’t take the football?”
“He was angry at you, so he took his other favorite toy” 
“You know what, it’s all the parents fault, what three year old would care about a doll?” 
“Rúben I’m glad that your very passionate about this topic but your baby wants to see you and please say sorry” 
“I love you amor, and also can I take him to get ice cream?”
“You already know my answer, so go, love you” with a quick peck he left.
He not only put his child in distress but he also didn’t apologize to him. They were raising him to be very polite and respectful and here he was being a complete hypocrite. 
The moment Roman saw him, he ran straight to his arms, hiding his face in between his neck. He was still crying and he couldn’t say anything because there were people looking at him. So with a kind thanks to his teacher, he signed him out and they made their way to the car.
“What’s wrong baby, do you want to tell Papai what happened?” They always made sure to give their child a voice, explain his feelings and emotions, to be heard. 
“They were mean pa, about the doll for show and tell”  
“ Did that make you sad?” He shook his head, and he had to stop the tears from falling, because his child had a hint of anger. 
“No, I got mad and cried” like his father, he cried when he was angry, something to control the anger and in Ruben’s eyes it made him weak, if he didn’t cry he got quiet, and he really wanted his child to learn to be vulnerable, it was essential for open communication. 
“Why did you get angry then?” 
“I don’t know papai, I was angry at you” 
“I’m sorry baby, about the yelling, I was angry at myself and I needed a bit of time alone…”
“Why?”
“Because of the own goal, it was my fault”
“Ma told me to not say anything because you would be sad”
“I am sad Ro, we lost and it was my fault”
“No Papai, no one did a goal” and he smiled softly because he knew that it was everyone’s fault, they defended horribly and they were desperate which led to the own goal. 
“You’re right, no one scored a goal, I shouldn’t have been so angry, huh” 
“No papai” 
“I’m sorry again Ro, do you forgive me?”
“Yes Papai, because I know that when I’m sad I cry and yell at you and ma, like today” giving him a tickle on his cheek caused a little giggle, finally getting him to smile. 
“You want ice cream?” 
“You let me get ice cream?”
“I will let you have ice cream, I’ll even have ice cream for myself”
“You will? You need it papai” 
“Yeah, why?” 
“Because you’re sad” 
“Not anymore baby, you make me really happy” he saw through the rear view mirror how he smiled, content with his dad’s reassurance. 
They did enjoy the rest of the day, they were able to enjoy the ice cream and talk about nothing really, after all he was three. During bedtime, he was able to give him all the kisses that were denied in the morning and finally he could go in search of the comfort of his family, because she was right, you never have to take your anger out on people that don’t deserve it, especially your family. 
“Rúben are you coming to bed?” 
“Why are you calling me that?”
“That’s your name, is it not?” She rolled her eyes in a jokingly fashion. 
“Is this where he got it from?”He had a soft smile, happy that they could banter about their situation. Yes his behavior was harmful, but he learned from it which is the most important thing. He never meant to yell, at the time his head was pounding and nasty thoughts were invading his heart. 
“Maybe he did get my attitude, but he’s just as stubborn as his papai” 
“True, he told me that he was angry, at me, but also at his peers. I reassured him that my behavior would never happen again, and I can promise you amor that I will not be frustrated by the time I get home” 
“It’s ok to be frustrated sometimes, I often try to be stern with him, so I do understand that you can be overwhelmed with all the noise.”
“You do?”
“Of course, imagine a crying baby and a loud and excited toddler, all my senses become overstimulated. I do sometimes just need a bit of alone time.”
“Is this when you call me?” She nodded
“I know that you will always be there for me, that you will understand my feelings and tell me that regardless I’m a good mother, and a raise of your voice will not change how much you love him.” 
“I know that, I just don’t want him to think that I’m mean or that me yelling will be a way to discipline him” 
“I’m sure you told him your reason for yelling…”
“I told him that I was sad, but that regardless he makes me happy” 
“There you go, he doesn’t doubt the love you have for him, and he understands how emotions work”
“Yeah he is smart because he told me that he also yells and cries when he is sad, like the incident at school” 
“We’re raising him to be honest with us, he knows that he can count on us because we will always listen and make sure that he is safe and happy” 
“I love you so much amor, I would be so clueless without you 
“I know you would…” they laughed softly, giving him a tiny kiss on the lips. “…I love you too” 
“Let’s go to bed” 
“By the way you looked really hot, when you got angry on the pitch” he had a slight smirk, but he still shook his head, like he couldn’t believe what she said. 
“I appreciate the compliment amor, but I will not be scoring another own goal just because you find me hot”
“You don’t have to score an own goal, just get angry” 
“And get sent off, you’re unbelievable” 
“What! It’s the same thing you feel when I give you that stern warning with my face”
“I guess you’re right, I’ll try to get a bit angry, I’ll do anything for you” she had a satisfied smile and he started to approach her, but she dodged his lips. 
“Perfect, now let’s go to bed because I’m exhausted” 
“You’re a tease, you know that?”
“I know, but you need to rest…and next time you’re angry get angry with me” he saw her sneaky wink, but she was right, he was too tired and still a bit disappointed with himself, but sleep will bring the old Ruben back, he had no doubt about that. 
“See, you’re unbelievable amor” 
Their night ended with a simple cuddle, they were way too tired, the frustrations and sadness of the day finally caught on to them. He realized that if you raise your children to understand simple emotions then they will be more compassionate. They will understand that people get frustrated and sad, but that they always have to apologize, if they are hurtful. He was glad that he had a compassionate family who would always be there for him, in his weakest and proudest moments. 
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a/n: Thanks for reading, the second part of the series is coming to an end, the last story will be for Trent. Should be done next week. I still have to finish the Mason request (should be posted October 18) and also the Pedri one(I’m still planning all the drama); I only have two requests, so I’m taking my time writing them, but they will be done like usual- Lots of love and thanks for understanding, Nat ❤️
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ruben-dias · 3 days
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no boobs but he's still giving us the slutty thighs<3
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coolemmasulivan · 5 months
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One More Chance
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Pairing: Rúben Dias x Reader
Summary: After two boys, Rúben still wants to try for the girl.
Word count: 3756
Warming: Smut (a terrible attempt)
Author's note: English is not my first language.
It all started after the birth of his best mate's daughter. Rúben and you have been together since high school and had two beautiful boys. Thiago who was 5 and Miguel who was 2 years old. While the oldest was very talkative and loved football as much as Rúben, the youngest was a quiet boy who was starting to show his interest in the piano that you had near the window and used to play when you were younger.
After Miguel and a very difficult pregnancy, you and Rúben had decided that two children were the ideal, but it was no secret to you that Rúben always wanted to try for a girl. He always wanted to have a girl and you too, but Miguel's pregnancy was so difficult that you didn't want to go through it again. The birth of Bernardo's daughter brought the baby fever back and Ruben was actually nervous to meet the baby girl.
"Babe, you missed the exit!" Your words brought him back to reality and he realized he was diving on the wrong road. He mumbled a curse to himself, as the kids were in the backseat, and turned around. "You okay?" He looked at you and couldn't help but check you out. You were wearing a long orange summer dress, your face makeup free and your wavy hair down.
"I'm fine." You gave him a smile and ran your hand on his hair as he put his hand on your thigh.
Rúben parked in front of Bernardo's house and helped Miguel out of his seat while you helped Thiago who was holding the gift he and his brother had chosen for the baby girl. They were both excited to meet her. Rúben, however, was really quiet, but you decided you would question him later.
Upon entering the warm and inviting house, you couldn't help but notice the abundance of pink boxes and toys that were already cluttering the dining table. You warmly greeted Bernardo with a hug and after a bit of playful teasing from Rúben, he also greeted your two boys.
Ines was sitting on the sofa and your face lit up when you saw the baby in her arms.
"Hello, mommy!" You sat down next to her and gave her a kiss on the head. When you looked down your heart melted. "She's so beautiful, Ines." You grabbed her little hand, melting even more, about the size difference.
"Do you want to hold her?"
"Yes, please." Ines carefully placed the baby in your arms and your boys sat down next to you, so they could see her better. "Hi, sweetie. Welcome to the world. You're such a beautiful girl."
Rúben was watching you, frozen in place. His gaze locked onto you cradling the baby, gently swaying back and forth. Ines caught him and let out a chuckle, breaking him free from his reverie.
He finally embraced Ines. "Congratulations. She's beautiful. Thank god, she looks like you."
"Thank you, Rúben." She whispered in his ear. "Maybe it's time to work for a girl, don't you think? She looks great with a girl in her arms."
Rúben blushed. "I-- yeah! She does."
You ended up having lunch with them, while Thiago and Miguel remained by the baby's side, acting like caring older siblings. It was noticeable the tiredness in both their faces, so after lunch you decided to leave, so they could get some much-needed rest.
When you got home, and before their hunger kicked in again, you called out to them, telling them it was time for a bath. They giggled and ran ahead, eager to get into the warm, soapy water.
"Go on. I'll be there in a minute." You took off your shoes and let out a sigh. Before you could follow them upstairs, Rúben gently grabbed your hand.
"Seat down on the sofa and get some rest. I'll take care of them." His voice was soft and so was his hand going up and down your arm.
"Okay!" He leaned in and you closed your eyes, anticipating a kiss. Instead, his lips met your forehead.
You noticed something strange about him. He was generally a calm and quiet person, but today he was even quieter than usual. You also realized that he hadn't kissed you since the day before, which was unusual as well.
In the bathroom, Rúben was drying Miguel's hair, when Thiago asked him something that caught him completely off guard.
"Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we have a sister?" Rúben could swear his heart stopped beating for a few seconds. Was the world messed with him?
"What?"
"A sister. Just like Uncle Bernardo's baby."
It was hard to leave Rúben speechless, but his kids knew how to do that perfectly.
"Yes." Miguel intervened. "We want one."
"Having a baby it's a lot of work, especially for mum." Rúben finally spoke. "She needs to grow the baby inside her belly and sometimes that's difficult."
"We can help her. We can take care of her and the baby."
Rúben cursed in his mind. What was going on? He asked himself. Why was everything going back to the baby?
He was having the worst baby fever ever. He knew you wouldn't want to go through with it, so he was trying to hide it the best way possible, but the way things were going, it was going to be difficult.
"We'll think about that, okay?" He said so they could drop the subject.
After dinner, you sat down on the sofa with the family, watching a cooking show that you loved. For your luck, the two kids didn't care to watch what you or Rúben wanted to see. The only thing they cared about was cuddling against their dad, as it was not every day they got the chance to do so.
It didn't take long for Miguel to fall asleep in Rúben's lap. Thiago had his eyes still open, but you could see how tired her was and how hard he was trying to stay awake.
You hit Rúben's leg with your feet, catching his attention. "Miguel's asleep!"
He looked down and saw the boy with his eyes closed and mouth slightly open, sleeping against his chest.
"Will you bring Thiago, please?" He asked you, as he stood up with the boy in his arms, like he didn't weigh anything. You nodded and picked Thiago up. He didn't fight it and that only made you smile. A big smile.
The truth was that you had been horny since you got back, and Rúben walking around the house in shorts and a t-shirt that hugged his torso perfectly wasn't helping you at all.
You had been sitting on the sofa, hoping your kids would fall asleep soon so you could take Rúben to your bedroom, lock the door and just let him out in the morning and it looked like the lord had heard your prayers.
You tucked the two boys one last time in their beds and kissed their foreheads. They were the best thing that had happened to you.
Rúben watched you from the doorway, and memories of your pregnancy flooded his mind. You were always a beautiful woman, but carrying his children made you even more radiant. He couldn't be happier that you were the mother of his kids. And all he wanted was to have you as--
"Rúben?"
He got distracted again. He had been like this all day and you were starting to get worried. Had something happened? You thought.
"Sorry. Got distracted." You closed the door and followed him toward the living room.
"I can see that. Did something happen? You've been weird all day." You looked at him as he sat down once again on the sofa, his arm resting on top of it, highlighting the veins in his arms.
"I'm fine. Just tired, I guess." He patted the sit next to him, and you sat down. Now it was your time to cuddle against him. But you didn't want to cuddle. You wanted something else.
"You know," you started. "You haven't kissed me all day."
Rúben looked at you and smirked. "Oh, really?" You nodded and pouted. "Why should I be the one to initiate it? You didn't kiss me either!"
You didn't say anything to him, you just cupped his face and kissed him passionately. He was taken aback, but he soon responded by placing his hand on the back of your head, drawing you nearer. The kiss was intense yet tender at the same time.
You didn't have to wait long for a full make-out session on the sofa, but you knew you had to take things to the bedroom before your kids woke up and found you in that situation with their dad. To your surprise, he was the one who broke the kiss and pushed you away.
You weren't the only one horny, as you could see the bulge in his shorts. His eyes were dark and when he grabbed your hand and turned off the TV, you knew the night was going to be good.
Inside the bedroom, he locked the door and pushed you against the wall. Before kissing you again, he pulled off your his shirt and quickly pulled down your sweatpants, leaving you only in your non-matching underwear.
He cupped your face and kissed you fervently. You could feel every inch of him against you and that only made you even wetter.
As he tilted his head sideways and began kissing your neck, you took the chance to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it off. Even after years together, his body always made you bite your lip like it was the first time you were seeing him naked.
You ran your hands down his abs and Rúben unlocked your bra. When you tried to take off his shorts, he pulled your hands away, pinning them above your head.
He leaned his forehead against yours. "Shouldn't we use a condom?" His voice was deep.
You looked confused at him. "What are you talking about? I'm on birth control." You didn't know what was going on with him. You didn't even remember the last time he used a condom.
You brushed it off and pushed him back, making him fall in the bed. You quickly took off your panties and straddled him. You didn't give him enough time to think, because before he knew you pulled his dick out of his boxers and lined it up to your entrance before slowly going down.
Your head fell down as a moan left your lips. Rúben gripped your hips as you sank down, feeling you squeeze him the way you always did.
After you took a minute to adjust to his size, like you always had to do, you started to rock your hips. Rúben pulled your hair back and cupped your face, making you lock your eyes with his. You could see the pleasure on his face and that only made you move faster.
You had been so horny that you could feel your orgasm building up and so did Rúben, because he quickly turned you around, so you were on your back, with him now on top. His thrusts were deep and rough. One of his hands cupped your breast as he pinched your hard nipple, and the other around your neck gripping it, but not too hard to hurt you.
"Look at me!" He told you. "If you close your eyes, I'll stop." He leaned his forehead against yours and you opened your eyes. "You gonna cum?"
You swallowed a lump in your throat. "Yes."
It took only a few more hard and deeper thrusts and you were coming apart underneath him. Rúben's hand over your mouth, covering your loud moans. He didn't stop to let you recover, he only went faster, searching for his own orgasm.
Your nails were digging into his back and you started whispering dirty things in his ear, trying to make him cum, because if he didn't come sooner, the one having an orgasm was going to be you again. Not that you minded.
"Come inside me! I love when you come inside me."
Rúben was almost there. Almost there. But then there it was. His thoughts playing tricks on him. Once again.
"Rúben, I'm pregnant! You're going to be a dad!"
"Do you still like me fat?" - "Stop it, you're not fat, you're pregnant."
"It's a boy!" - "I knew it."
"It's a boy." - "Stop putting boys in me, Dias."
"I don't want to do it again. Don't be mad. I just can't." - "Love, it's okay. It's okay. We have two healthy boys. You gave me more than I could ask for. You're the most wonderful woman I know. I love you."
He groaned and quickly pulled out as he came on your stomach, the warm liquid spreading over your abdomen.
Saying you were surprised he pulled out, was an understatement. You were shocked. He loved to come inside you. He always comes inside you. Why was today different?
"Rúben--"
"Sorry!" His chest moved up and down quickly. "I-- I don't know why I pulled out." He lied.
"You're lying!" You knew him better than he knew himself.
Ignoring you, he stood up and went into the bathroom. He cleaned himself and grabbed a cloth to clean you off. He always took care of you.
You watched him as he cleaned you off in silence. All of a sudden, it was like he was sad about something. It was all going well, he was acting as the same lover as always, but at the last minute something switched and you weren't going to sleep until you knew what had happened.
After he cleaned you off, he put on his boxers, kissed your forehead and told you he was going to brush his teeth.
You took a minute to come to your senses. You pulled on his shirt that was lying on the floor and followed him into the bathroom, closing the door behind you for some reason.
"What's going on? And don't you dare say it's nothing."
Rúben looked at you through the mirror. "What are you talking about?"
You crossed your arms over your chest. "You've been acting weird. You didn't kiss me this morning. You've been quiet, only talking when I or the boys asked you something. And now, you don't want to come inside me? Like… What is it?"
Rúben was not a good liar. Never was. And when he tried to be, you always found out. So lying to you was only going to make things worse.
"I..."
"Turn around when you're talking to me, Dias."
He turned around and leaned against the bathroom sink. "I don't know how to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"I'mhavingbabyfever!" He said it so quickly that you didn't even realise what came out of his mouth.
"What? One of the boys has a fever?" Your eyes widened.
Rúben let out a sigh. "It's not them, it's me."
You furrowed your eyebrows. "You have a fever?" You took a step closer and put up your hand on his forehead. "You're not even warm. What are you talking about?"
Rúben grabbed your hand from his forehead and placed it over his heart. "It's not that kind of fever."
You were feeling pretty stupid because you didn't understand what he was trying to say. "Is there any other kind of fever?" You were getting frustrated. "You're not making any sense."
He cupped your face and looked at you. "I'm having baby fever." He said slowly. You went numb at his words. "Seeing you holding Bernardo's daughter, and the fact that he has a baby girl, made me think how good you would look holding a girl half you, half me in your arms."
"I don't..." You didn't knew what to say.
"I know we said we're done having kids and I'm not trying to change your mind or anything, but this is hitting me harder than I thought it would."
"You know how bad I felt when having Miguel. I'm scared it'll happen again."
"I know babe, I know."
"Even if we attempted to do so, he cannot order for a girl." Rúben looked down and nodded. You felt bad for him. Being a girl's dad was all he wanted, but it terrified you to think of becoming pregnant again. "I'm sorry, that sounded way too rude."
"No, it's okay. I mean you're right, we can't choose what gender to have." He grabbed your hand and pulled you closer. You hugged him and he kissed the top of your head. "I only told you because I can't lie to you. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or bring up any bad memories."
"You didn't make me uncomfortable. You just caught me off guard, that's all."
"I know." He mumbled an apology and kissed your head one last time. "Let's go to bed."
It had been two months since that night. Rúben didn't bring up the subject again and neither did you. But you would be lying if you hadn't been thinking about another pregnancy.
"Is it really okay to leave her with you?" Ines asked for the hundredth time. She and Bernardo were going out for the first time since their daughter's birth, and you had offered yourself to look after her. "Isn't Rúben going to act, I don't know… weird?"
You chuckled. "He knows she's staying here. It's okay, don't worry."
"Are both of you doing well? Has he said anything again?"
"He didn't say anything else, but…" You ran your hand through your hair and let out a sigh. You sat down in front of her in the living room. "I need to talk with someone before I explode."
"What is it?"
You looked back to see if your kids were listening to the conversation. "Since that night, every time we have sex, he doesn't finish… you know… inside me."
"What? Wait, aren't you on birth control?"
"Yes."
"So why… Have you asked him why?"
You stood up and began pacing back and forth. "He told me he didn't feel comfortable and needed some time, but that was two months ago. The sex is still mindblowing, he's the same lover he has ever been, but I want him to.. yeah."
"Maybe you should tell him. You've been together since kids. You know him better than anyone, he'll understand."
Rúben opened the apartment door and was greeted by the delicious aroma of your cooking. The sound of his kids' laughter filled the house, bringing a smile to his face. He placed his bag at the entrance and walked down the hallway. As soon as Thiago and Miguel noticed him, they jumped up from the sofa where they were watching TV and rushed to greet him.
"Dad!" Rúben bent down and kissed their foreheads.
As the timer of the oven beeped, Rúben noticed that you were having a hard time juggling the baby and the food. He immediately stepped in and offered his help.
"Let me help you!" You turned around, surprised to hear him. You hadn't noticed him come in. You let him take the baby from your arms and you quickly took the food from the oven. "Hi, beautiful!"
As you placed the food on the table, you turned your head to see Rúben carefully holding the baby in his strong arms. The baby looked even tiny against his chest. He was speaking to her in a gentle and soothing tone, his voice sounding sweeter than usual as he smiled.
That was the moment you knew you were screwed!
"Oh fuck!" You mumbled to yourself.
It was like your bubble of illusion had shattered. Suddenly the memories of Rúben holding your kids when they were just little babies, made you come to the realisation that he wasn't the only one wanting to have more kids.
You were so afraid that a new pregnancy would be a repeat of the last one, that you couldn't even envision what you truly desired: a large family.
"You okay?" He asked you. "You're pale."
"Yes. Yes, I'm fine." You said. "Dineer's ready!"
You and Rúben were cleaning the kitchen in silence when Bernardo and Ines came to pick up their daughter and when they left it was like the house had become a bit more empty and so did you. Rúben noticed that you were very quiet and asked the boys to go play in their room for a while.
He approached you, hugged you from behind and kissed your head. "What's wrong? You're very quiet today."
"It's nothing, gorgeous. Just tired."
"Is that our excuse for everything?" He turned you around and lifted you on the counter. He got between your legs and kissed you passionately and slowly. "What's in that head of yours?"
You put your arms around his neck. "Do you really want to have more kids?"
Rúben moved his head away from your neck and furrowed his eyebrows. "What?"
You let out a sigh. "Today, seeing you taking care of Bernardo's daughter, made me realise how much I miss having a baby that small. Seeing you with a baby that small."
"What does that mean?" His heart was racing.
"It means I miss having your babies." Rúben's smile could light up a room. "But that doesn't mean I'm not terrified of the pregnancy."
He cupped your face. "You know I'm always here for you."
"I know and that was never in question. But at the end of the day, I'm the one pregnant."
"Babe, if you don't want another kid, that's okay."
"But I do!" You jumped from the counter, frustrated. "I do want to have more kids. Have you looked at yourself? Who wouldn't want to have your kids?" Rúben crossed his arms over his chest and laughed. "Shut up, Dias!"
"It's your call, babe. It's your body."
You groaned and grabbed his hand, dragging him into the bedroom. "I'm going to talk with my doctor first. But in the meantime we can practice."
"You know the kids are still awake, right?"
"We can be quick and quiet for now."
9 months later
"Congratulations, Y/a. It's a girl." You cried even more, realising that your baby girl was finally in your arms.
"We did it!"
"She's beautiful, just like you." Rúben pushed your hair out of your face and kissed your forehead. "I love you."
"I love you too."
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9 am — RD
SUMMARY: the morning after…
WARNINGS: smut, nsfw content, angsty
Part 1
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“Mommy?” You were woken up by the sound of your daughter’s voice. You stirred awake and opened your eyes. Francisca stood by your bed with her hair all ruffled and her little frog pet in her arms. Your lips curved into a smile and you sat up, patting the space between your legs but she shook her head.
“Daddy told me to wake you up: breakfast is ready.” She brought the message and then took your hand so you’d follow her. You frowned in confusion. Then you slowly remembered the events of the night before: Rúben calling you, him coming over and then sleeping here. You sighed, knowing you were going to deal with a conversation you had been avoiding for a while. You walked in the kitchen and spotted Rúben pouring you a cup of coffee in a pair of his old Manchester City shorts— which had remained at your house after the breakup— and no shirt.
“Good morning. I’m sorry for waking you up so early but she really wanted us to have breakfast all together.” The Portuguese apologized as you sat on the kitchen stool in front of him. You shrugged your shoulders. Usually you didn’t like talking too much in the morning before having had your coffee and Rúben knew it so he didn’t say anything else until you initiated the conversation.
“These are really good…” you commented as you took another bite of the pancakes. Rúben was used to cooking himself most meals because of his diet so he knew how to make you some delicious plates. Francisca ate all her breakfast and drank her milk as she made small conversation with her dad, mixing English with Portuguese. You didn’t even have to discuss with Rúben about her being bilingual when she was first born. You thought it was very precious and rare to be able to have two parents coming from different countries so why not teach her both languages?
“Não, I don’t like o café. Mamãe let me drink it mas eu não gosto.” You caught onto whatever they were discussing but you didn’t interfere. You kelt thinking about what you’d have had to do throughout the day and you knew at the top of the list there was talking to Rúben, who was currently putting their plates and mugs in the sink and telling your daughter to go get dressed for school. You sat there for a bit longer, watching as he washed the dishes. More precisely you were staring at his muscled back but he didn’t need to know.
“I can drive her to school. I don’t have my car but I can drive your so when I’m back we can talk.” He asked even though it was more like a statement. You nodded and handed him your cup. He knew you weren’t a fan of washing the dishes and that was why you got a dishwasher but he felt obliged to at least get this task done after having slept over. You agreed to his plan and got ready for later as Rúben got Francisca ready for school. It was Friday and you were lucky you had asked for the day off.
“What am I going to do?” You asked yourself as you made the bed and put the dirty laundry in the washing machine. You were feeling a bit nervous to be fair, you couldn’t remember the last time you had felt so anxious in the last five months. A part of you wanted to postpone and avoid this conversation as much as possible but another part of you just wanted to get it over with. You couldn’t manage to calm down even under the shower. So you tried to put on some music to distract yourself.
“You’ve got this.” You told looking at yourself in the mirror. You pretended to not have picked out a precise outfit for the occasion. Nothing too fancy obviously, just a top and some shorts but you knew Rúben had always had a soft spot for your cleavage. You sighed and went through your clothes all over again. What were you doing? You were supposed to talk and not trying to fuck him. Before you could find anything better the doorbell rang. You gulped and walked to the front door.
“Sorry, she didn’t want to let go of me.” Rúben chuckled scratching the back of his head. You smiled at him softly and let him in. You knew Francisca missed having her father around but Rúben tried his best to be as much present as possible in her life. The Portuguese stepped inside and followed you to your little backyard.
“You keep this so clean all by yourself? I’m impressed.” Rúben looked at your backyard. He knew you weren’t a fan of cutting the grass so he used to be the one taking care of it.
“I wish. Jamie, the neighbor, helps me out every now and then.” You admitted shamefully. You liked to think you were pretty independent, but when it came to the backyard you’d rather pay someone else to do it for you. Rúben nodded and fought the urge to roll his eyes. Even when he lived here with you he couldn’t stand that man. He’d always find a way to hit on you, but only when he wasn’t around because Jamie knew he could take him any day. Plus he also didn’t stand a chance with you. Still it annoyed him to know he kept trying to get in your pants.
“So about last night…” you started off and stopped to look at him. You were both sitting outside on the bench where you used to lay your head on his lap and listen to him talk about his day. You remembered those days like it was yesterday. It always made you feel better to be around him. It gave you a sense of tranquility and peace.
“Yea, I am sorry for how things went down.” He apologized. Rúben could see on your face how tired and sleep deprived you were and it only made him feel even more guilty. He was never one to take things lightly or not think through his decisions. But when it came to you, well he was a mess. He couldn’t think straight and he was more likely to do stupid things.
“It’s okay. Listen— you sighed, not sure how to phrase your thoughts— I have feelings for you, Rubs. I have never stopped having them but… It’s just I don’t want to take risks. I am not able to let myself loose. I— It’s just that we- Fuck why is this so hard?” You nervously giggled and looked at him. Rúben had a soft smile on his face. You expected him to be upset but he seemed calm, which represented his personality quite well. You knew you weren’t giving him the answer he wanted but he waited for you to finish anyway.
“It’s just— We broke up for specific reasons, because there was no solution to the problems we had. So I don’t see how things would work out right now if nothing has changed.” You explained and he nodded. He had a strict schedule, you worked all week. He wasn’t available most weekend’s, you wanted to make small trip around the country for the end of the week to show Cisca the world. He was very calm, you liked confrontation. Whenever he had a day off at work you’d be working. Mainly it was all about work but you also started to fight a lot in the last months together.
“Do you love me, y/n?” He asked you looking straight into your eyes. You gulped and hesitated to answer. Did you love him? Yes, you did. But was it the right thing? You weren’t so sure. Rúben waited patiently for your answer. Was it right to love someone who wasn’t really there most of the time? Was it right to love someone whose life was different from yours? Was it right to love someone whose lifestyle took a tool on your mental health? Was it right to love someone like him? Maybe yes, but was it right to give the two of you another chance? Maybe not.
Before you could answer you heard someone ringing your bell. You stood up and walked back inside. Who could it possibly be? Your question was soon answered as you opened the front door: Jamie stood right in front of you with a big smile on his lips. You reciprocated the grin and waited for him to say something.
“Hi, you left this at my house. Thought I’d give it back.” Your neighbor handed you your top.
“Thank you, I was wondering where it had gone.” You joked and folded the item. Meanwhile Rúben had joined you three and even if you couldn’t see him, you had seen the look on Jamie’s face change when he approached you. Rúben furrowed his brows as he wondered why he’d have your white top in his house.
“Rúben. Didn’t know you were back.” He spoke trying to sound polite but you knew he wasn’t Rúben’s biggest fan. He also supported Manchester United which made it all more ironic. Rúben looked at the top then at him.
“Nice to see you too, Jamie.” He simply stated wanting to end this interaction as soon as possible. You thanked your neighbor again and closed the door, last thing you wanted was the two of them to fight— well you mainly didn’t want to see Jamie getting beaten up by Rúben.
“Why did he have that?” He asked. Not even bothering to think that it was indeed none of his business. You sighed and walked towards your room to put the item in its place. Rúben followed you, clearly not in the mood to drop the topic.
“I went over last week to have a drink and he lended me a shirt of his because I spilt wine all over mine.” Which was the truth but to Rúben it felt as if you had just admitted to having committed a crime. The Portuguese clenched his jaw and tried to bite his tongue, he wanted to count to ten but he knew it wasn’t going to work. He didn’t expect you to stop living life at its fullest for him but Jamie? Oh he despised that guy.
“That’s it?” He asked implying more than he could allow himself to ask. You cocked one eyebrow and stared at him. Was he really going to play that game?
“If you want to ask me something then just say it, Rúben.” He sassily replied. This was the perfect example of why you ended up in this situation. Rúben wasn’t the jealous type but he could lose it for dumb reasons and you hated how passive aggressive he could get in these situations. He sighed and fought the urge to roll his eyes. You knew what he meant but you still were going to make him say it.
“You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t.” You stated firmly. He didn’t get to be all jealous over nothing especially after having been broken up for months.
“Did you sleep with him?” He asked without further wordplays. You chuckled dryly. You really couldn’t believe him. After all this time he still had to ask these questions. You dismissed him with a warning look.
“Answer me.” He added. You scoffed in disbelief. He wasn’t your boyfriend, he wasn’t anyone so he had no right to ask you such questions. His eyes were trying to find an answer just by looking at you but he didn’t want to assume.
“Or what? You’re not my boyfriend, Rúben.” You were harsh considering the events of the past twelve hours but he had no right to ask things like this, openly judging you. He was now the one scoffing.
“You’re unbelievable. You fucked him, didn’t you?” He insisted which only infuriated you more. He woke you up in the middle of the night, made you question the decisions you had made for the past six months, then he showed up unannounced in your house and now he was accusing you of sleeping with your neighbor as if he had any right to talk to you like this.
“So you want to tell me that you’ve been a pure little angel in the last six months, Rúben? You want to play this game? Grow up.” You wanted to be the bigger person but you really couldn’t when he pushed all your buttons. He glared at you, it didn’t feel good to be accused of something he didn’t do, did it?
“I have, but even if I had slept with someone it definitely wouldn’t be someone you hated.” He tried to defend himself. You wanted to smack him for being so stupid. He could become really stubborn and irrational sometimes.
“Either way I don’t owe you an explanation. Maybe I fucked him, maybe I didn’t. Who knows?” At this point you were just teasing him, messing with his head and Rúben fell for it. He took a step forward, towering over you but you weren’t afraid, you could handle him better than he could do with you. Few people could put him back in his place and you were at the top of that list.
“Maybe I sucked his cock, maybe I let him fuck him right on this bed, maybe I came so hard I had to throw away the sheets, maybe he fucked me better than you could ever even imagine.” You crossed that line. You could almost see fume coming out of his nostrils as he stared down at you. Rúben wasn’t angry, oh he was pissed beyond belief. The mere thought of him touching you in your bed had him imagining Jamie getting beheaded. The tension was so obvious you could cut it with a knife. You wanted to see him crack so he did.
“What? You don’t like it? You don’t like to think of me taking someone else’s cock better than yours?” Rúben bit the inside of his cheek so hard he’d eventually taste the blood. His silence was your favorite answer.
“Think about your words before saying bullshit.” You ended the argument as you walked past him but he was quick at taking ahold of your wrist and pulling you back. Your chests were pressed against each other and you could feel his breath fan over your face.
“I don’t care if you fucked him or if you fucked the whole neighborhood. You know why? Because I know you and I know that every time your pretty little pussy takes another man’s cock, you always think about mine, anjo.” He stated through gritted teeth and before you could answer— because he knew you’d have a sassy reply— he pressed his lips against yours. He was tired of waiting for the perfect moment, for the perfect answer, for the perfect relationship. He wanted you. You let his tongue slip in your mouth as your arms wrapped themselves around his neck. The kiss was heated and sensual. You began to push him backwards until he fell on the bed. Rúben stared up at you, his hands immediately resting on your waist as you straddled his lap. If there was one thing you and Rúben would have always agreed on was sex.
“You have some real nerves to come and tell me who I can and cannot fuck. Guess you need to be reminded that I do not belong to you, Rubs.” Even though Rúben was someone who enjoyed having control in each and every circumstance, he also liked to be put in his place by you. The Portuguese looked at you with doe eyes, waiting for your next move. Your thumb brushed against his bottom lip and caressed his beard. Having him at your mercy was something you had missed for the past months.
“Y/n…” he called your name with a pleading look in his eyes. You smirked and kissed him again, this time you had the lead. Rúben felt like he had been starving for all his life and was now allowed to eat for the first time. His hands touched every bit of your skin they could reach, quickly getting rid of your shirt. His mouth soon left yours to kiss your breasts as you unconsciously ground your hips against his.
“Rubs…” you whimpered out loud. This was when you got along well the most. The Portuguese kissed his way back to your lips as you melted in his arms. It felt right and wrong at the same time, like you were supposed to be there and far away simultaneously. Rúben’s hands started fidgeting with your shorts as well, waiting for you to make the move.
“You can’t control me, Rubs.” You pointed out the obvious just to piss him off. Rúben was never a possessive person, he gave you your space and his trust. But imagining you with that twat had him losing his mind in a matter of seconds. He grunted against your lips, clearly annoyed by your words which only amused you.
“Shut up…” he mumbled as you freed him of his shirt and pants. He could feel blood flood towards his cock as you ground your hips against his. He had missed this feeling, this sensation: he had missed you.
“Jealousy suits you well…” you teased as he laid on his back. Rúben gave you a warning look before his lips found yours again. It was messy, needy, hot. You whimpered in his mouth when his hands squeezed the flesh of your bum. No other man had ever touched you the way he did and it scared you to think that no one could ever make you feel better than him. But you knew it was just an irrational thought led by fear.
“Are you gonna sit pretty on my cock? Ride it well just like you always do, amor?” He whispered against your ear as you tried to push down his underwear. You nodded, lip trapped between your teeth. Rúben’s cock was hard and leaking when you took it into your hand. The Portuguese watched you intently. He doubted there was anything else on earth that could turn him on even more than the one in front of him. You hovered over his length but before you could sit back down he caught your lips with another kiss.
“Fuck…” you hissed, having missed the feeling of his cock stretching you out. Rúben groaned as you squeezed him perfectly. Maybe it was inconsiderate of you to fuck your ex after months of having stayed away from each other for the sake of your daughter. Maybe you should’ve just turned him down. Maybe you should have never answered his call. But the sound of your bed squeaking, of his cock filling you up, of your walls wrapping around him so tightly you couldn’t really think about anything else.
“Tão bonita… Fuck, you take me so good.” He grunted, your walls clenching at the praising. You couldn’t even try to focus on kissing him as you ground your hips. Rúben bit down his bottom lip as he watched you ride him. He liked being in control but fuck did he like to give it all to you whenever you were on top of him.
“Fuck, Rubs… Yes, right there.” You cried out as he bucked his hips up. You almost collapsed on top of him due to the unexpectedness of his action. Your mouth was right next to his ear as you let out the most unholy and dirty sounds Rúben had ever heard in his life. It only spurred him on. Your hand cupped his cheek as you moved back to kiss him again.
“Amor…” he could only manage to mumble this as you sat straight, sinking down on his cock. You swayed your hips back and forth, let his length get deeper and deeper and watched him react to it. His hair was ruffled and his eyes were blown out, his lips wet and plump.
“Are you going to cum for me, Rubs? Going to fill me up just like you used to? Are you going to give it to me, baby?” You teased him, your nails caressing his exposed chest. Rúben nodded at loss of words. He could feel himself teetering closer to his release as you dirty talked to him. Your movements were slow but hit the right spot. Rúben was enamored with the way your pussy swallowed him all, with how you played with your breasts putting on a nice show for him. He didn’t know what good action he had made but he was thanking every God in the sky for this.
“C’mon, Rubs… Give it to me, I want it. I need it, Rubs.” He could only grunt and close his eyes, his cock twitching in your folds. You let out a breathy giggle at his reaction. You knew you were teasing him and that he was struggling to hold back. He had always been too much of a gentleman to cum first but he was starting to think he might have to break that rule soon.
“Dios… I love you…” he moaned as he came undone. You came right after him, collapsing on top of his body. Rúben wrapped his arms around you and held you close as you stayed silent and recovered from your orgasms. Due to the lack of sleep you quickly fell asleep in his arms, your eyelids to heavy to try and keep them open.
When you woke up two hours later you needed a few minutes to realize where you were and who you were with. Rúben was looking at you. You smiled at him and yawned. You wondered how long he had been awake and staring at you. The Portuguese caressed your back gently, kissing the top of your head.
“Slept well?” He ironically asked. You nodded and rested your head on his arm as he cuddled with you. In that moment you didn’t have it in you to push him away, to try and reason. You couldn’t deprive yourself of someone who made you this happy. You wanted to be selfish.
“You’re cute when you sleep. I think you drooled over the bed too.” He teased you and you pinched his hip. Rúben chuckled loudly and held you closer to him. You could stay like this forever. It felt right, it felt as if you were exactly where you needed to be.
“You’re an asshole…” you complained, but Rúben didn’t take any offense. In fact, he pecked your forehead and gave you a sweet smile. There was something in his eyes that made you frown.
“Listen… I’m sorry about earlier. I had no right to be jealous or tell you what you can or cannot do. It’s none of my business.” He apologized. You appreciated his words and by the looks of it he appeared to be sincere. Rúben had never been possessive and never did he intend to become that type of boyfriend.
“Thank you for apologizing.” you stopped and looked at him: Rúben’s gaze was so soft and loving it almost made your heart burst with joy. It had been awhile since he had looked at you that way and it was safe to say you had missed it very much.
“Rubs… I want to try again.” You said so lowly that he wasn’t even sure he had heard you correctly. But by the smile on your face he could tell that it was true: you were giving you two another chance. The Portuguese’s smile only widened and he pulled you in for a kiss. You giggled as he pressed little kisses all over your face.
“Te amo” he kept repeating as he kissed your face. Your giggles turned into laughter and you couldn’t help but notice that your heart felt lighter. It may not be the best choice but it did feel right to you.
“I love you too.” You admitted when he finally pulled away. You simply stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, letting the silence speak for the two of you. Then you heard your phone ring and dread washed over you.
“Fuck, we need to pick up Cisca.” Rúben bursted into laughter and watched you panic and look for clothes around the room. Some things never changed and he was more than okay with it: maybe some things were worth a second shot…
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THIS IS SOOO CUTE STOP
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