HunterIt’s my fifth time calling and nothing. Selena is definitely out of kilter. She keeps dropping the call to voicemail and when she does answer, she leaves our conversation vague. I put away my phone and go back to doing my physical tests as the doctors have been waiting for me for five minutes.The pressure on me is increasing since being the 10th jersey of the team that wins the most times in this world championship could be mine. I look around one of the various training camps and see more and more journalists, and to be honest, I have never seen so many journalists around me before. Each one calls for my attention when training ends but I choose to leave without talking to anyone.Next week the announcement of my club transfer comes out and I feel grateful to be confined to Real Madrid without being able to give interviews until further notice. Therefore, there will be no fuss for a few days.It's almost night. The sun doesn't show on the horizon anymore and I spend several l
A month ago...The house was silent despite the fact that it was two in the afternoon, an unusual thing as when I arrived Selena usually welcomed me with a smile as soon as I entered the front door. Maria was not there since she went to Madrid to sit in a meeting at her daughter's school. Despite not being there, she had already cooked a whole lot of food, labelled all the boxes and left notes on post-its so that I wouldn’t starve for my lack of good cooking skills.As I climbed up the stairs, a music of a mixed electronic dance rhythm grew louder. I realized it's coming from the trophy room Selena had given me. That was the best surprise of my life, all my trophies and jersey wins are now always in front of my eyes to remind me of my victoriesI peeked through the small crack in the door. Selena was looking at the full-length mirror in the room, dancing frantically in calculated and rhythmic steps. Boy, she sure could dance and blow any man’s mind away with her moves. Her gray gym sh
I look at the balcony where Miguel is finishing installing the last details of the Spanish flags displayed on the support grid. On his back is the number ten with Hunter's name in green. It reminds me that I am pregnant with his children. The autograph and signature are at the height of my brother's ribs and my mind wanders to the notes Hunter always left me. I pout for the longing that settles upon my chest.A week ago, I lied to the man I loved for being a complete coward. I am unable to face reality, but lately I prefer to think that I was protecting him and his professional life and for that he has to leave people aside, i.e., me.The announcement of his transfer to the rival club was no surprise to anyone and not a breaking news, the newspapers and sports programs had only officially announced the events. There were no pronouncements from Hunter only Alan who gave a small note saying that "Hunter" himself and his family were very happy. As the announcement was not new, the most c
“I don't know how to take care of children anymore, let alone three at once!” she speaks to herself, trying to conform. She was clearly feeling all the stress from Dr Milton’s words.“Sorry Mom.” I reply, truly apologetic for all the shit that I put her through“You'll see, when the three of them are crying...” She comments sarcastically, shaking her head as though she had already imagined the very sight.I laugh, still unhappy and crying. “My god, Mother! I know I may not be here, but I'll take care of you all.” I look at my fingers in my lap.“You are obliged to be here; I forbid you not to be.” We let out a laugh together in the back of our throats. “How are we going to care for them?”“I have my life insurance, remember. And if something happens…” I swallow hard. “You won't have to worry about money.”My voice gets more choked. Does the insurance cover... death? My thoughts make me panic all the more.“You have to tell him,” says my mom. I know she is talking about Hunter. She al
I am huge! My belly has grown in an abnormal way since I am pregnant with three small surprises, which is always leaving me tired and feeling unwell.I go back to the computer to finish reviewing one of the articles Stella had sent me and finish today's post for my blog. Lately I have been receiving lots of great comments about my posts.Spain is doing well in the world cup and is one of the favorite teams for the cup. Hunter calls me every day to find out how I am, and I've been thinking that he might have a sixth sense of foreboding about events. I check the time through my notebook and see that it's time for another vitamin pill for pregnant women. If I knew I would get lucky to be carrying three at once, I would have tried to wait longer!“I have arrived, daughter.” My mother pokes her head into the room. “How are you doing?”“Hungry and very, very tired,” I pout. “Mom, how is this possible?” I point to my stomach with some despair and she sits on my bed.“Selena, you're already t
"Well, dearevery time I love youYou happen to be in and out of my life, in and out my loveTell meif you actually love medon’t go, in and out of my lifefreaking me out my darlingLove has never felt so good " - Justin Timber ft. Michel Jack – “Love Has Never Felt So Good”HunterI sit for hours on the bed in the suite without moving. A dream that has ended tragically and irreparably. I have never cried so much in my life. I really wanted to be world champion with my team and I wanted to see every Spaniard celebrating victory in every way possible.I look outside and see the night has already arrived. Or is it already dawn? I look for my cellphone under my pillow and press the button so the screen lights up. It reads two o'clock in the morning. I don't know how the time flew so much. A message from Selena is present in one of the many notifications. I manage to smile and open the contents.After reading her message, I cry even more, seeing that at least someone else still trusts a
“Hunter Blanco.” I shake his hand. I turn to face Selena. “Shall we take a drive?” Why won’t she look at me?“Yes.” She gives just one nod. “Thank you for accompanying me here,” she tells the dancer.“Just don't spoil anything.” I look at him and lead Selena to the car. What is that son of a bitch doing here?I start the car and notice that Selena is tense beside me. I drive until I reach the outskirts of the city, where you can park your car to admire the jetty and the beach.“Thanks for message,” I say when I turn off the car and she shifts uncomfortably, irritated, angry, confused.“Glad you liked it.” She offers a nervous smile.“Selena, I missed you so much I...” I put my hand on the side of her waist. Huh? I move my hand to the top of her stomach. “What is this?” I gasp when I feel the bulge. Am I actually dreaming or is this really happening?“I-I was going to tell you...” she tries to speak.“Tell me what?” I demand, trying not to snarl.“Just don't scream.” She squints at me.
Moments before...I tilt my head and stare at the magazine with the scene of the rented house in Barcelona where Hunter looked at me with passion. I feel a pang because I miss my blue-eyed man.I zap the TV schedule and see the scene of a romantic dream being cut in half and instantly my desire for a dream is kindled inside me.“Surprises, why do you do this to Mom?” I speak once more to my children.I zap a few more channels and stop on the topic of why the Spanish team have lost to such an ugly score, blaming Hunter as if he were the only one on a team with more than twenty players, coaching staff and directors. Ridiculous people!I realize that I won't be able to fool my little surprises and I put on my big coat to go out so that no one is speculating my pregnancy. I grab my inseparable bonnet since I've been colder than usual lately.I arrive at the bakery and go straight to the sweets section. Finding my long-awaited dream of cream, I order two right away.“And she’s alive.” I'm