You met Pedri at a club over two years ago, when he was 20 and you were 19, he’d invited you to the VIP area with him and you couldn’t turn it down, you were young and stupid and he was famous and sexy, you couldn’t resist, he’d bought you drinks and of course by the end of the night you slept together, but he just wanted fun so you didn’t speak afterwards and went home

a few weeks after that, you realised you were pregnant so you told him, he panicked and said he didn’t want it, but you couldn’t just get rid of it, he still wanted no part in the babies life and didn’t really care, he just wanted to focus on football, but he knew he couldn’t let it get out

He started paying you a lot of money weekly to both provide for the baby, who’d ended up being a little boy who looked exactly like Pedri, and to keep it a secret from everyone that it was his baby, so you hadn’t even told your parents who the father was

Even though Pedri didn’t care for the baby, you kept him updated, sending him updates of the pregnancy, when his son was born, his name, how big he was getting, when he started crawling and so on, Pedri barely responded to your messages but always looked, and he could see the resemblance so he was scared people would start to realise it was his, but he knew he could easily deny and people would just joke about it