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[13] pachco's day

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Y/N's POV

"okay open mine already!"

it was breakfast and we had finished singing pacho happy birthday in both english and spanish per his request. yet he says i'm the conceded one.

that was just to the extreme.

it was just us five in the patio and i was handing him the wrapped presents.

"this should be good." he warms up his hands and we can only roll our eyes at him. to my surprise, he opens them really delicately and opens the airpods i got him. "but these cost so much-"

"oh shush don't worry about that part." i swat my hand at him because it really was nothing to me.

he's my older brother, after all. he's done so much when my parents couldn't. so when he unwraps the nintendo nes and the games that came along, he jumped from his seat all over to me. "thank you! we have to play after this."

good to know i'm the first person he's gonna enjoy it with. it was our whole childhood, how could we not? "well, at least we knew who won best gift."

"listen, i just barely got it yesterday!"

i would've warned sira but everyone's reaction was worth it. "now we know who loves her brother more." my mom teases her but pacho and i are hugging each other so tight that we're swaying just to rub it into sira's face. "sigue siendo yo. (it's still me)"

sure, but who'd he have to play with when he was thirteen and i was seven because she told him it was childish?

i think i've proven my point though.

he can't stop thanking me but we eventually settle it with one last squeeze and he ends up sitting next to me as the food comes out. though, the waiters definitely did not work for the hotel.

if anything, they looked at lot like my dad's players.

my jaw is practically to the floor and i'm covering my mouth so you can't see the smile growing when, pedri, gavi, ferran, morata, ansu, and balde come out in formal wear with vests that most waiters would wear, giant chef hats, and our food. i pull out my phone to record because it looks as if they've practiced this when the march to each side of the table and slide our food right in front of us like it's nothing.

"for you birthday boy." i turn to pacho when pedri puts down a board with another small cake saying "happy birthday pacho" in cursive and giant candles that read 24.

they really couldn't wait till later tonight.

"for you, coach." there goes morata to my dad.

"for you, m'lady." then goes balde to my mom.

"for you, beautiful woman who i've never met." then ferran who i know had fun coming up with that one.

"and for you, gorgeous." and gavi to me.

i look up at him, and i'm immediately brought back to last night and how i didn't want it to end.

after that kiss, i didn't know how i'd fall asleep without replaying it all night long. we even stayed a little longer, just talking about everything that we definitely still had to think about, but it put us a step closer to something we both wanted.