Owning The Player

Alexander Almaraz Junior

Miguel looked beautiful with his swollen belly. Alexander just smiled at him as he was making Syrus sleep. And then, Miguel clutched his belly.

"Is he kicking again?" asked Alexander fondly. Their baby liked to kick around a lot.

"I think he is ready to come out," said Miguel and Alexander caught him.

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Alexander beamed as he held his second child in his arms. His first born yes, but second child, no less loved. He just fell in love. He looked at Miguel who gave a tired smile.

"Where is my baby?" asked Miguel, a hand touching his son and sure enough, Syrus ran in, closely followed by the nurse. The nurse helped him climb onto the bed carefully and kiss Miguel who smiled fondly.

"Where is brother?" asked Syrus touching the belly which has gone down. Miguel nodded to Alexander.

Then, Syrus turned and saw the baby and beamed.

"He is red," said Syrus touching his brother gently.

"That he is," said Alexander.

"Sir, name," said a nurse coming in.

'Zyren' said Syrus.

The nurse looked at the parents who both nodded and smiled seeing as Syrus looked in awe at his brother.

"Enzo is going to love it," said Syrus beaming.

Alexander smiled as he held the baby closer to Syrus.

Zyren Endrizzi Almaraz just looked up at his dads and brother and gave a cute yawn and promptly fell asleep.

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Alexander and Miguel watched as Syrus was babbling to Zyren who was paying attention to every single word.

"Mom said you informed the coach that you will be ready for the season start," said Alexander, his voice strained.

Miguel scowled.

"I am working out," said Miguel.

"You are stressing your body too much. Give it a couple more months Miguel," said Alexander.

Miguel looked at Alexander. His husband using his full name was never a good signal. The man usually calls him Miguel when he is angry.

"I am going to play. Nothing you say is going to change that," said Miguel stubbornly.

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Alexander watched as Miguel was working out. He looked tired. The exhaustion was reeking off him. He just wished his stupid idiotic husband would listen. He was not talking to Miguel for the past couple of days. He knew that was hurting Miguel. But he was also getting hurt. He did not want to see Miguel trying to kill himself. The doctors had been very clear about the instructions. Miguel's body needed proper rest.

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Miguel cried into the towel he used to wipe his face. It was matchday. He will soon be leaving home for the ground. His babies were both ready. He just needed to do this. He wished Alexander would just hold him. But he knew Alexander was right to be angry. It has only been one and half months after the birth. But he knew his body. He was ready. He can do it.

He went out and saw Alexander drop a kiss on both their sons' forehead. He also worried that Alexander might get fed up and leave him. The man hasn't touched him for the past five months.

He worried Alexander might find other bodies attractive. He worried about a lot of things. He was worth something because of his skill. His football. His body. If he lost that he will loose everything. He needed to get out there. He needed to show Alexander that he was still as attractive as he had been when the man revelled in taking him all night long. He worried about the strain he was now putting on his marriage.