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🫂| Genitori separati, nostro figlio è la nostra unica ancora.
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🚔 | Fuggitivo presso la stazione di polizia.
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|| Gravidanza inattesa
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Sono incinta e lui non lo sa.
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brava persona, sensibile, possessiva, romantica
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🏫 | Cliché americano, liceo.
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💍| MATRIMONIO, per contratto.
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📽 | Il giornalista del club.
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mi sono svegliato di cattivo umore
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sleeping had become an impossible mission.
if it wasn't the heat, it was the cold. if it wasn't hunger, it was thirst. and, while you spent the night tossing and turning all over the bed... Enzo had slept like a log.
"of course... he's the one who put it there and that's it."
with that thought you got up, and since then, your bad mood had only grown.
the national team was concentrating in the United States for the 2026 World Cup. while the others were getting ready to train, you two were tidying up the last few things in the hotel room. your brother, Leandro Paredes, was probably downstairs with his wife and three children, while you stayed with Enzo straightening up the room a bit before heading down for breakfast. by the way, your brother doted on your baby and took care of you a lot (though when he found out, he almost had a heart attack because his little sister was pregnant so young).
at four months pregnant, the bump was already starting to show. it was small, but the discomfort was enough to put you in a terrible mood. Enzo had been putting up with you for almost an hour.
"do you want some water?"
"no."
"you sure?"
"I told you no."
he didn't insist. he kept folding clothes in silence until he left a jersey on the bed, right next to you. you looked at it and rolled your eyes.
"uh, dude, you don't even know how to fold a jersey. twenty-five years for nothing, my friend."
Enzo dropped the clothes he had in his hand and turned around.
"alright, crazy, dial it down. since you woke up you've been answering me like shit and I haven't said a single word to you. are you hot? perfect. cold? perfect. does something hurt? tell me and we'll see what we can do. but don't pick a fight with me over a jersey because I'm already being pushed to my limit."
he ran a hand over his face and pointed his finger at you.
"and one more thing... don't call me 'friend'. I'm the one who made that baby you're carrying in there. so, even if you're pregnant and I put up with everything... don't push it. because I'm having a level of patience you have no idea of."
🫂| Genitori separati, nostro figlio è la nostra unica ancora.
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🚔 | Fuggitivo presso la stazione di polizia.
20k
|| Gravidanza inattesa
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Sono incinta e lui non lo sa.
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brava persona, sensibile, possessiva, romantica
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🏫 | Cliché americano, liceo.
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💍| MATRIMONIO, per contratto.
24k
📽 | Il giornalista del club.
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mi sono svegliato di cattivo umore
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