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Apr. 19th, 2013 02:01 pm
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Title: For Only You Part 9
Pairing/Characters: Pep Guardiola/José Mourinho and Xavi Hernández
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is made up and done for the purpose of entertainment, not profit
Warnings: mpreg
Summary: Pep and José are finally, properly, working things out
A/N: It's been a while, I know, but I haven't forgotten about them.  Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 , Part 6 , Part 7 and Part 8.
Word count: 824




Xavi tries desperately not to think about what’s happening with Pep- not least of all about the way Pep is insisting on him sleeping in the same bed because he’s still the best way to calm down the baby. He wishes it could last forever, that Pep could always look at him like he’s the most important person in the world, but he knows that it’s not real- Pep is obviously using the comfort he’s providing to make up for everything else that’s going wrong in his life right now- and at some point, it’s going to end. He still throws himself into helping Pep as much as he can because at the end of the day Pep is still his best friend.

The sound of the doorbell ringing disturbs Xavi from his thoughts either really late at night or really early in the morning. He unwraps his arms from around Pep’s stomach and disentangles himself from the sheets. He gets out of bed and stumbles a little as he walks out of the room because his eyes are still a little hazy with sleep. He manages to stay on his feet as he walks down the stairs and towards the front door. He opens the door and immediately thinks he’s still asleep. He blinks a few times and rubs his eyes, but nothing changes and José is still standing in front of him.

José stares at Xavi for a minute before speaking.

“I’m not surprised.”

“Well, I am. What are you doing here?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

“I’m the one he’s crying to every day because of you- yes, it is my business.” Xavi takes a step forward. “Leave.”

“That’s not your decision to make.”

“Yes, it…”

“No, he’s right,” Pep calls out from the bottom of the stairs. His arms are folded across his chest, on top of his stomach, and he’s glaring at José. “It’s my decision and I want you to leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” José steps into the house, pushing Xavi out of the way. “That child is as much mine as it is yours and I have every right to be involved in its life.”

“His life and, no, you don’t- not after the way you talked to me the other day.”

“His life?”

“I don’t like saying ‘it’.” Pep narrows his gaze. “I still want you to leave.”

“Yes, well, I want to apologise for losing my temper the other day.”

“Why should I believe you?”

“You didn’t tell me, for months, that I was going to be a father. In fact, you didn’t even tell me yourself. Why should I believe you?”

Pep growls with frustration and then runs a hand down his face.

“Fine. We’re even. Now, leave.”

“No. It’s about time we sat down and talked about this like rational adults.”

Pep stares at José for a minute before nodding briefly. He walks forward and stops just outside the living room. He gestures towards the room and looks at José.

“Go ahead.”

José nods and walks into the living room.

Xavi reaches out and puts a hand on Pep’s shoulder before Pep can take a step forward.

“Are you sure about this?”

Pep glances into the living room before looking at Xavi.

“He’s right- I didn’t do this alone.” Pep puts a hand on his stomach. “We need to talk.” He takes a deep breath before walking into the living room.

Xavi watches Pep walk away before pushing the door shut.

“I guess I better leave you to it.”

--

Xavi doesn’t know what to do. He’s gotten so used to being the one that Pep talks to and now Pep’s in there having the one serious conversation with the person he really needs to. He’s glad that Pep is getting some things worked out- hopefully it will make things easier- but there’s a part of him that still doesn’t entirely trust José. He’s also starting to get uneasy because this is where it starts; this is where Pep starts needing him less and he’s not quite prepared for how much he doesn’t want that. He paces the upstairs hallway for a while, but it doesn’t do enough to distract him. He goes downstairs to find out what’s happening. He just looks in from the hallway- he doesn’t actually want to disturb anything- and sees Pep sitting on the couch with José stood at the opposite side of the room. He looks in on them a few more times- the second time, José is sat on the couch with Pep; the third time, José is hesitantly putting a hand on Pep’s stomach and the fourth time, Pep and José are curled up together on the couch, talking and probably making epic plans for their future. He leaves then. He walks out of the house without half the things he came with and isn’t sure whether he’ll ever go back.
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