KAYLA RAMIREZ-LOPEZ'S POV
He played in Miami for a year. From there, he got signed to Real Betis in Spain and he asked me to move with him so we moved to Spain. My parents were against that idea even though they're both Spanish and my dad was raised in Spain till he turned 15 and his family moved to Tennessee. Two years after playing for Real Betis, Barcelona came, and he went to Barcelona. We moved but it was in the same country so I was happy with it. His first year in Barcelona was great. I thought he was happy playing there, but it still wasn't his dream team. So, two years after Barcelona, We moved to Liverpool, where he signed for Liverpool. I got pregnant with Brielle while we were in Barcelona.
Brielle was three when we moved to Liverpool. His mum and sister then moved in with us. They left Tennessee and moved to Liverpool with us. That time marks the whole change in our relationship. His sister is amazing but his mother... she has always been a mean person. She's so mean that she's mean to her own granddaughter.
Dylan and I started arguing more after she moved in. She started feeding him information even when he was in the same house with us. One time, they travelled to Germany and she called and complained about me to him. A night before their big game, Dylan called me, and we argued to hours. I had to hang up the call because I was so close to tears, and I didn't want any of them to see me or hear me cry.
I thought Liverpool was his last stop till he got offered more money and decided to move to Man City on a loan move this season. He has played two years for every team he's ever signed for except his rookie year and this loan year. Now, he plays for Manchester City, and he looks happy. Maybe this might be our last stop. Maybe our daughter can finally have a normal life and not be taken out of school again.
"Come on, baby." I unfasten her seat belt, and I pick her up from her car seat. She wraps her legs and arms tightly around me. My baby is still sad after her grandmother undermined her and raised her tone at her. I look around us at the crowded place, and I take the special entrance into the Ethihad Stadium. Where he has been playing for the past year. I head up to him box after getting into the stadium.
"Hey, did you guys take a detour?" Priscilla speaks out to us as we walk to the seat beside her.
"No. You just got lucky and got here faster." She laughs.
I sit down with Brielle on my lap. Priscilla moves into the next seat, making the seat beside me available for Brielle. She doesn't move to the next seat. She just clings to me, and I smile. I realise that Luca isn't with Priscilla. That means that Dylan will be walking out with him instead. Ever since Luca's birth, he has been using him as a mascot more than his own daughter. Brielle doesn't care, but I do. Others walk out with their daughters when they get the chance. There are small jerseys for kids, but he doesn't even bother to convince his daughter.
"Do you want chips?" She shakes her head.
"Do you want juice?" She shakes her head again.
"No..."My daughter has a different accent than mine or even her dad's. She's got the British accent while Dylan and i have our Tennessee accents. I tried to raise her with our accent, but it just didn't work. She learnt what she learnt, and I love that she has her own identity. I nod and kiss her forehead. She's not sleepy or anything. She's sad. She was very quiet the ride here and now she's sad. It breaks my heart to always see her like this.
The players make their way onto the field. I spot Dylan in front with Luca. He holds him firmly against his chest. I remember how I had to argue with him to support Brielle's head when she was a few weeks old. He holds Luca protectively. They sing the team anthem, and the players greet each other. He hands Luca to one of the mascots, and he takes him to his grandmother.
His mother soon returns to the booth as the match begins.
"You were so great out there, baby Luca. You'll be playing soccer like your uncle very soon." She says excitedly and kisses Luca's face. She bounces him around on her knees.
Luca's father isn't a football or soccer player like Dylan. He's an accountant who works very hard. He lives in Scotland, and that's where he's from, actually. Priscilla met him when she went there for a research programme and they started dating before her programme ended. They're still together, and she visits from time to time, and he does the same, but Priscilla lives her in Manchester. She told me a long time ago that she wanted to move to Scotland to be with him, but her mum was against it.
"GOALLLLLL!!!" Barbara screams our ears off and jumps up and down. She turns and points to the number and name behind her jersey.
"THAT'S MY BABY!!... THAT'S MY FÙCKING SON!!"... I smile, but I don't celebrate the goal like I usually do because my daughter is still in my arms, and she's trying to sleep because it's eight, and it's her bedtime.
"Oh my baby..." She dances around the box.
"That was a beautiful goal. He's always so beautiful to watch." She tells the other people in the box with us. "I'm a proud mother!!" she laughs and claps her hands loudly.
"I can't wait to see Luca play like that when he grows up." She looks at me even though she's talking to Priscilla. I roll my eyes and hold my daughter tightly against my chest.
Dylan wanted a boy when we found out I was pregnant. He started decorating the nursery himself. He had balls all over the room. He just wanted a son to play soccer with, but we found out it was a baby girl at our gender reveal. His mum wasn't very happy and she showed it because she just walked away after Dylan kicked the ball and the whole place was filled with pink powder. Dylan was a bit disappointed, but he was happy. My mum stayed around and helped me redecorate the nursery for our daughter. He didn't sell anything. He kept them in one of the rooms, and that's baby Luca's room now. He gave Brielle a soccer ball on her first birthday. I was a bit shocked, but he told me it was just a joke. He started training Brielle to play soccer when she was two. My daughter is just like her mother. She can't kick a ball to save her own life.
She loves fashion just like I do, and Barbara can't accept that. Whenever Brielle is with me when I'm sewing, she tries to take her away from me and send her to her dad so she can watch him train.
"MY SON SCORED TWO!!" she screams out. The people around us just laugh with her. The other WAGs are so nice, but I don't want to be friends with them because Dylan is unpredictable. He might move back to Liverpool after his loan, and I'll be without friends again. I got close to two WAGs in Barcelona, and after we moved, I lost contact with them, and I just decided not to do that again. I'm cordial with them, but we're not that close. I always sit away from all of them during games. I pick up my purse and my daughter's and head out of the box. I walk downstairs and through the tunnel to the parking lot where the car is.
I put her in her car seat and fastened her in. I make sure she's well seated so she doesn't hurt her neck. I close the door and go round and get behind the wheels.
I start the car and drive away from the stadium.
We arrive home and I take her straight to her bedroom,
I place her in her bed. I take off her slippers and lose her belt and unbutton her shirt. I take off her clothes and put on her nightie. She doesn't even budge. She's a deep slipper just like her father. She can sleep through an earthquake.
I cover her with her duvet, and I kiss her forehead. I take her clothes and throw into her hamper. I turn on her night light and slowly walk out of her room. I close her door softly behind me. I get to the living room, and I see Barbara talking to Dylan. He looks at me, which makes her turn and look at me. She puts on her fake smile.
"Is my grandbaby asleep?" She gives me one of her biggest fake smiles. I nod and roll my eyes
"I'll go and kiss her goodnight, and then we can have dinner." She smiles at her son.
"Dylan, honey, you should also shower. You look exhausted. " she touches his cheek, and he leans into her. I roll my eyes and look away from them.
"I'll go and take another shower soon." he answers his mother. They always shower at the stadium after every game, but she still showers when he gets home all the time.
"Alright, baby." She strokes his cheek again.
"I'm proud of you, my love." She smiles at me and heads down the hallway.
I don't say anything to Dylan. I just walk over to the couch and take my shoes from the floor and my bag from the sofa.
"Why didn't Brielle wear her Jersey today?" he asks with a tone, and I roll my eyes.
"She didn't want to wear it, and I didn't want to force her." I gather my stuff and try to walk away, but he blocks my path with his huge frame. He's 6"2 while I'm only 5"5, so I'm very short as compared to him.
"Don't fùcking walk away from me!!" He blocks my way and pushes me back.
"Dylan, I'm tired. I don't want to do this right now." I try to walk away, but he blocks me again.
"Do what?!!" He raises his voice, and I shut my eyes and flinch.
"Do what, Kayla? we're having a conversation, so what am I fùcking doing?!!" He raises his hands and moves them around like a crazy person.
"You're raising your voice. It's very late and the whole place is quiet so stop this and let me go to sleep. I'm tired." I try to walk away again, but he grabs my arm.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!!" I slap his hand from my arm, and he frowns and gets closer to me.
"Back off and leave me the fùck alone!!" I push his chest hard again, but he still doesn't budge.
"Dylan, get away from me."
"Or what?" he gets in my face more, and I back away.
"WHAT WILL YOU DO TO ME, KAYLA?!!" He raises his tone even more, and I flinch again. I close my eyes and try to calm myself because I'm so fùcking angry right now. My daughter is asleep just a few doors away, and this asshole is speaking as if we're in the house alone, and it's not 11 pm.
"You should be grateful that I'm only speaking to you in this fùcking tone after all the shìt you've done today!!" He grabs the back of my neck and slams his lips onto mine. I press my lips tightly against each other while he forcefully kisses me. I try to push him off, but he doesn't budge and pushes me onto the sofa.
"L... leave... me... " I turn my head, and he attacks my neck. He bites and sucks on my neck
"Get... off... me!!" I shout hoping his mother or sister will come and get this motherfùcker off me. I don't want to be anywhere close to him right not.
"GET... OFF... ME!!..." I bite his shoulder. I push him off me and I get up from the sofa.
"AAAAHHHH!!! FÙCK, KAYLA!!" He groans on the floor and I run to the back of the couch.
"Dylan... baby!!..." His mother finally runs to the living room. I stand behind the couch while she kneels beside him on the floor.
"Baby, what happened?" Dylan sits up, still groaning.
"She bit my fucking shoulder!!" His mum looks at me angrily. I also frown at her.
"I asked him to leave me alone" she rolls her eyes.
"DID YOU HAVE TO BITE HIM, THEN?!!"
"ARE YOU A VAMPIRE?!! ARE YOU A WEREWOLF?!!" she screams at me while her son is still on the floor groaning.
"So you heard him scream but you didn't hear me scream, is that it?" I stare at her and she rolls her eyes again.
"You scream a lot in this house so why should I care?!!" I shake my head.
"Alright, then. It's all good." I take my stuff and walk away from them while his mum takes off his hoodie and checks his shoulder. This isn't the first time he's done something like this. Every time we argue, he tries to use sex and I always end up in fùcking pain. Sometimes, I suffer before getting out of bed to even check on my daughter. One time, he tied me up and left me in the room. He went for training and I stayed like that till he came back. I didn't see my baby the whole day and I had to leave her in the care of that cranky mean woman.
I am so tired of him and his mother. I can't even be in the same room with him at all. I used to always be around him, I used to attend training with him when we first started dating but now, I have the most peaceful and fun time when he's out of the country.