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Iker groaned as the alarm clock buzzed. “Shut that thing off, Casillas” Sergio huffed, rolling over in bed to face Iker. Switching the alarm off, Iker turned back to Sergio, a smile on his face as he faced his husband. “Did I ever tell you that you look sexy in the morning?” Iker asked, tugging Sergio in a kiss. “Did I ever tell you how much hot you are?” Sergio asked, kissing Iker back. Iker was fully lost in making out with Sergio when the latter stopped him. “As much as I would love you to continue, I have to remind you that you got two sons that need breakfast before school.” Sergio chuckled. “Bad timing” Iker moaned as Sergio got off him and laughed out loud.
Walking down the stairs after a quick shower, Iker smiled as he heard Sergio singing in the kitchen. The soft humming coming from the kitchen wasn’t a new sound for Iker in the early morning. He was used to it now. Sergio would be softly humming as he prepared breakfast for them in the morning. And not long after their oldest son would be running down the stairs just in time for breakfast. “Good morning Cris” Sergio greeted his 17 year old with a kiss to the forehead. “Papa, don’t” Cristiano whined, pouting at his father. “Why do they grow up so quickly? There was a time when he would want cuddles and now you can’t even hug them” Sergio pouted earning a chuckle from Iker who was quietly sipping his coffee. “And where’s your younger brother?” Iker asked and as soon as the words left his mouth he heard a noise from the stairways. “How many times have I said not to run down the stairs, Isco?” Sergio scolded their youngest. “Sorry Papa. Morning Dad” the 15 year old greeted his parents taking a quick seat next to his brother.
As soon as breakfast was over, Isco had run up to his room prompting Sergio to scold him about running on the stairs again. “Isco, if you’re not down in two minutes, I’m leaving you” Iker threatened as he stood in the kitchen. Cristiano huffed, his little brother had a habit of being late every time. “I’m coming. Had forgotten my phone” Isco said, hopping in the car quickly before saying, “and now who’s being late?” Iker rolled his eyes at the boys, quickly pulling Sergio in a kiss. “Gross” he heard the boys mutter as he pulled away chuckling. “Training finishes early?” Iker asked. “No, it’s getting tough now that Barcelona is challenging Real. Coach wants the players to pull their sock and he wants me to help them with the defense” Sergio sighed. “You’ll be fine.” Iker smiled. “Says the PE teacher of a high school?” Sergio laughed. “Dad” both Isco and Cristiano started yelling, impatiently. “When did we get two whiny brats as kids?” Iker groaned. “You love them” Sergio chuckled.
Iker had been goalkeeper of Real Madrid for quite a long time while Sergio was the defender. When Iker took his retirement, he spent some time with his kids before taking up the job of PE teacher at the nearby high school. Sergio had continued his football career for some time after Iker’s retirement and after his retirement; he stayed in the club as the assistant coach. Married to Iker, Sergio’s life was mainly centered on Iker and their two sons, Cristiano and Isco. Cristiano took completely after Iker while Isco was totally a mini Sergio. All in all, the four of them were quite happy in their little family.
His day at school was pretty much the routine but returning from school, Iker found himself shaking his head at Cristiano and Isco who were laughing out loudly as they engaged in a tickle fight. Iker had just parked his car when Isco ran out of the car jumping around as he repeatedly pressed on the doorbell. “Papa… Papa, open up, I swear I’m gonna pee myself if you don’t open up.” Isco shouted, pressing his hands in midst of his thighs to hold himself. “Papa isn’t home kiddo. Cris, go open the door quickly.” Iker said, throwing the keys at Cristiano. Cristiano whined, dragging his feet to the door. “Don’t whine. Besides, it’s your fault. Who told you tickle him so much that he now can’t hold it” Iker huffed. Cristiano sighed, hurrying to open the door before his little brother actually pee in front of their door. That will be quite a trouble.
Iker laughed at the boys as he started unloading the groceries from the car. Sergio would be back in about an hour but Iker wanted to start dinner early. He knew how stressed Sergio had been lately. Turning around he saw a truck pull up to the house next to them. Curious, he looked up to see a man getting down the car with a kid following him. “Hurry up. I want everything in the house quickly.” The man shouted at the men unloading the truck before getting in the house. The kid still following them. “Dad, Cris is being mean to me” Iker heard Isco shout. “Kids” he muttered under his breath as he tore his gaze away from the new neighbors to get back in the house.
Wanting to start on dinner early as Sergio would be late today; Iker left the boys fighting for the remote as he hurried to the kitchen. “Daddy” Isco pouted, walking in the kitchen. “What’s wrong?” Iker asked, picking Isco up and setting him on the counter as he continued chopping the vegetables. “Cris isn’t letting me watch the TV” Isco sniffled. “Cry baby. You had to go cry to Dad” Cris shouted from the living room. “Cris don’t be mean. Let your brother watch the TV too. And for god’s sake, you guys are not five so stop fighting.” Iker scolded, letting Isco scramble down to go watch the TV. At the rate, he was going; Iker was worried that he’ll never be able to finish dinner in time.
Just as he finished preparing dinner, Sergio was walking to the kitchen with Isco on his back. “Get down monkey, let Papa go freshen up for dinner” Iker sighed. “Iker, do me a favor. I haven’t parked my car properly. Please, can you?” Sergio asked. “Sure love” Iker said, grabbing the keys from Sergio. “Come on monkey, get down or do you want a bath from Papa?” Sergio laughed as tried grabbing Isco who ran away quickly, screaming, “I’m not a baby, Papa.”
Iker sighed as he saw where Sergio had parked the car. Getting in the car, he was about to park it properly when he heard a whimper and fall. Getting out of the car, he quickly rounded the car to check if he had dashed with someone. “Are you okay, kid? Oh my god, did I dash with you?” Iker asked, pulling the kid up. The kid winced at his sore back. “You’re hurt” Iker said, picking the kid up to put him on the car’s hood. The kid whimpered again prompting Iker to check him over. “Is your back hurting?” Iker asked, softly rubbing the kid’s back. “No, I’m fine” the kid said, blinking back tears. “Did I hit you with the car?” Iker asked. “No, I slipped and panicked when the car started coming onto me. I’m really sorry” the kid said. “Don’t be. I’m sorry in fact. I hadn’t even seen you.” Iker said, “Aren’t you our new neighbors?” Iker asked, showing the kid that he stayed right next to him. “Iker, what’s wrong? Are you fine?” Sergio asked, running out to see what’s going. “I’m fine. I nearly dashed with the kid.” Iker said. “Oh, are you fine kiddo?” Sergio asked. “I’m fine.” James said. “His back is sore, I think” Iker said, still rubbing the kid’s back.
Just then they heard a voice, “James, where the hell, are you?” “I should go” James said, scrambling to get down the car. “Wait up” Iker said, helping James down. “Listen up; our house is right next to yours. If you want anything or need help with anything feel free to ring the bell anytime” Iker said. “Or if you want to come and play. We have two sons” Sergio added. James managed a shaky nod as he hurried to his house. “Sweet kid” Iker said. “And I thought nowadays kids are all monsters” Sergio said, rolling his eyes as they heard Isco and Cristiano running through the house again.
James hurried in his house only to be stopped at the door itself. “Where the hell did you go?” His father asked. “I went to throw the waste outside” James mumbled. “All this time for that? Is dinner ready?” his father asked. James shook his head but before he could say anything else, he found a hand connecting to his cheeks. The sharp slap had him in shock for a while but the repeated kicks pulled him out of his trance. This was not new for him. “You killed your mother and now what? You want to kill me? How? By making me starve?” His father asked while kicking him. Ever since his mother died, James’ father blamed him for that. It was not something that James didn’t believe. He believed to be the reason of his mother’s death. At first it was while drinking himself to forget his wife that Mr. Rodriguez had started hitting James but ever since it became a habit for them.
After his father had his fill with hitting him, James slowly dragged himself to his room. Sitting at the window, James curled up on himself softly crying, “Momma.” From his window he could see the Ramos-Casillas couple with their two sons. Iker was tickling Isco while Sergio tried to catch Cristiano. Closing his eyes, James sent a silent prayer upstairs to whichever God was listening, why couldn’t he have such a happy family?