A.N. Probably the last chapter of this little series. Thank you to all the support you guys gave me for writing this imagine. And congrats to the real Marc Bartra and his real girlfriend because I just discovered that they're actually expecting a baby. This chapter is dedicated to silvanamaria98 for giving me the idea.

Tommy laid on a blanket in the living room as you talked on the phone. Marc was at practice and you were busy scheduling tour dates for your upcoming tour, which although it was over a year away, still had a lot of work to be done on it. "Okay, okay, thank you so much, I'll call you later," you told your new manager. Martha had taken to defaming you on social media but the fans were behind you as well as the media because they called her crazy and an attention whore.

You put the phone down and checked on Tommy. "How's my little man doing?" you cooed, tickling his stomach lightly. He giggled and grabbed his feet, trying to wiggle away from your fingers. You kissed his head as Marc entered the house, his bag hitting the floor with a resounding thud. "How was practice?" you called, still entertaining your son.

"Pain in the butt. But it will be worth it later on," Marc replied, kissing you on the forehead and giving Tommy a little tickle as well. Marc went into the kitchen, taking an apple out of the bowl and biting in. "Do you have anything going on tomorrow?" he asked from the kitchen.

"I have a phone call session with Anza planned for the morning but other than that I'm free, why?"

"Tomorrow's our year anniversary of getting married," Marc pointed out.

"A lot has happened in a year," you sighed, picking up Tommy.

"Yeah. So if you're not busy, I was going to take you out on a date. Just you and me. No baby, no paparazzi, no anyone else; just you and me."

"I'd like that," you smiled, kissing Tommy's cheek before handing him off to Marc. After your phone call with Anza, your new manager, you walked upstairs into your bedroom. Marc was out at practice again and would be home soon. Tommy was asleep and you had the baby monitor attached to your hip. Looking at all of your dresses, you realized that you hadn't dressed up properly since before Tommy had been born.

Staring down at your stretch marks, you sighed to yourself. Marc had told you to dress a little nice but not too fancy. Looking at your arrangement of clothes once again, you pulled out a sleeveless dress. You took a shower and changed into the dress. Tommy woke up and you plopped him in front of the TV as you did your hair and makeup. You kept it simple and natural. You were no longer a girl in her early twenties with no responsibilities. You had a child and a husband, there was no need to impress anyone anymore with fancy makeup or hair.

Pulling on some nude flats, you picked up Tommy and carried him downstairs. You waited for Marc. He said he was changing after training and would be ready to go as soon as he got home. You were going to drop Tommy off at Marc's mother's house on the way to the secret location Marc had picked out for your date.

The door knob turned and Marc entered your house, keys jingling in his hand. "Ready to go?" he questioned.

"Yeah, let me just grab Tommy's bag," you said, walking towards the staircase and grabbing the baby bag you had packed earlier that day.

"You look beautiful, (Y/N)," Marc smiled, genuinely amazed at your appearance. Marc took the bag from you and closed the door behind you, locking it. You put Tommy into his car seat before sitting in the passenger seat. Marc put the bag at Tommy's feet and started the car. You arrived at Marc's mother's home soon after.

"Oh you look gorgeous," Marc's mother told you as you handed her Tommy.

"Thank you," you smiled, kissing your son goodbye. Marc did the same.

"We'll pick him up tomorrow morning," Marc stated, kissing his mother on the head.

"Trying to rob me of my grandchild?" she jokingly accused. "Have fun you kids, and don't forget I wouldn't mind another grandkid soon," Marc's mother stated, making you laugh from the car. Marc slightly rolled his eyes but his mother didn't catch him, luckily for him. He restarted the car and backed out of the driveway.

"So, where is this surprise location at, Mr. Bartra?" you smirked as you saw Marc's ears turn a bit red from embarrassment.

"Well if I told you it wouldn't be a secret, now would it?" Marc replied, driving to wherever this mystery location was. He pulled up to a slightly wooded area. Confused, you let Marc get out first before you followed suit. "I'm going to blind fold you," Marc stated, holding a blindfold in his hand. You nodded and allowed his to tie it loosely around your head. Marc led you to whatever secret location he had picked out. "Alright, we're almost there."

You felt sand underneath your shoes and frowned in confusion. "Marc, where are you taking me?" Instead of answering the question, Marc pulled off your blindfold. You gasped at what you saw. Barcelona was conveniently right next to the beach. Marc had claimed a small portion of the shore line and lit it up with strings of lights on poles. A blanket was set on the sand. Marc revealed a picnic basket and set it on the blanket. Kicking off your shoes, you sat down on the blanket, adjacent to Marc. "This is amazing," you commented, staring up at the lights around the two of you.

"I had a little help but I did pretty well if I do say so myself," Marc smiled.

"So what did you bring to eat, master chef?" you joked.

"Just some of your favorites," Marc stated, pulling out your favorite food in the world. He gave you a plateful and you both dug in. "Oh, how could I forget the wine!" Marc feigned being surprised with himself and pulled out a bottle and two glasses.

"You outdid yourself Bartra," you laughed as Marc handed you a glass.

"To a year married," Marc proposed.

"To a year married," you repeated, clinking your glasses together. You took a sip before turning your attention back to your food.

"(Y/N), I know I haven't been the best husband and boyfriend in the world during the whole time we've been together. You, surprisingly, stood by me for most of it and you gave me the most beautiful baby boy I've ever laid eyes on. So I think I owe you and explanation and the truth," Marc sighed, looking over at you. You nodded.

"Go ahead Marc, I'm listening," you assured him.

"When we first started going on, when we were both under contract and everything, for the first year or so I met up with this girl. Her name was Laura and all we ever did was make love because we were both so frustrated with our lives. I was pathetic and I didn't even care about how you would react to it all. I was selfish. I dumped her after she started to follow me around everywhere."

You nodded. It was hard to hear, especially since you had feelings for Marc during most of that time period. But, you appreciated his openness to it now.

"I went around having one night stands every other week until I grew so disgusted with myself I had to stop. That's when I realized that I was disgusted because of how much pain I saw I was putting you through. When we first met, I had no doubt that you were absolutely beautiful. But, you were also head strong and independent which I found as a challenge. Instead of trying to get to know you well, I took the easy way out and acted like a total douche bag to you. I completely buried my growing feelings for you. I was just afraid of falling in love again after I had been dumped by my longtime girlfriend. I didn't trust my heart with you or anyone for that matter."

"When did you start having feelings for me?" you asked, taking another sip of the wine.

"About six months into our relationship. It was after a Barcelona match and you had come out to support me. Seeing you in my jersey, screaming my name as I ran down the field made me get this warm feeling in my chest. I pushed it aside for weeks, labelling it as lust but it definitely wasn't. It felt good and lust doesn't last as long as these feelings have," Marc replied.

Sighing to himself, Marc rubbed his forehead. "You don't have to tell me anything else if you don't feel comfortable, Marc," you soothed. He was obviously distraught.

"No, I want to tell you. Where was I? Oh, so about six months before the fake wedding proposal thing, whatever that actually was, my ex-girlfriend called me up. She wanted to meet up with me to talk about our break up which had happened three years previous. I stupidly went and we fooled around for a while. Including the time you were pregnant with Tommy. When I found out you were actually pregnant, I told her to leave me alone, that I was actually happy for the first time in a long time. She didn't and kept texting me and such. I was such an idiot! I continued to go out with her and each time I returned home, I couldn't look you in the eye, I was so ashamed in myself. I did love you, I was just scared to admit it. I was a coward, I still am," Marc muttered.

You grabbed his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "That coward left when Tommy was born," you replied, meaning every word of the sentence.

"I was so stupid, (Y/N). I was an immature, stupid, douche bag who was too much of a coward to admit to the girl he loved that he actually had feelings for her instead of just brushing her off. I took the easy route and I hurt you in the process. That night when everything came crashing down, I thought I had lost you forever. I didn't think I would ever see you again, except at the prosecutor's desk in a court battling for child custody. I didn't even know what to do. I was a mess while you were gone. I skipped practice several times and Sergi had to drag my ass out of bed every morning until Tommy was born. I cried that night. I cried like a little baby because I had had everything and I let it all go for a short pleasure session every now and then. I was angry, angry at myself for being so stupid and hurting you. I even had the audacity to be mad at you. I broke a vase in a fit of rage and spent the rest of the night cleaning it up as tears fell onto the floor. I was an absolute abomination."

Marc sighed and looked at you once again in the eyes. Spilling everything he had been holding up in his heart for the last few years just came tumbling out. "You came over to grab yourself. I decided to help you move out, you know actually doing something to benefit you in the relationship. I thought I had completely lost the battle, that there was no way to win you back after all the shit I put you through. I just got so angry at myself and I took it out on you again because you were vulnerable. It was cruel and I take full responsibility. I wanted to kick myself in my ass. But, I was too prideful to admit anything else. When you went into labor I panicked. I don't know how I seemed on the outside but on the inside I felt like curling up in a ball and just getting away from the world, like the coward I was. I didn't think you wanted me in the hospital with you. I did research later and found out I could have killed Tommy or hurt him if I got your stress levels too high. When I found out about that, I shut everyone out for a few hours and just imagined the worst possibilities. I was so stupid, (Y/N), I put you in that position and endangered your and Tommy's lives."

Seeing Marc start to tear up, you pulled him into a hug. "Tommy's okay. I'm okay. You're okay. Everyone's okay, Marc," you soothed.

"I almost lost my son all because I couldn't contain my temper. I would have never forgiven myself," Marc said, a tear leaking out of his left eye.

"You're going to make me cry," you laughed, holding back your own tears.

"I'm sorry," Marc laughed back, a few more tears leaking out. You wiped them away with your thumb and pulled him into another hug.

"It's okay," you giggled, kissing his cheek.

"I was lucky," Marc sighed. "I somehow managed to get the most beautiful, intelligent, independent woman in the whole world to be my wife and the mother of my child. And after all the crap I pulled her through, she stayed by my side and kept our son near me. I don't know how I could ever thank you," Marc smiled, giving you a quick peck on the forehead.

"You don't have to thank me, Marc. We all make mistakes, you more than most, and I decided by myself for me and Tommy that it would be best to stay with you. It's nothing more than that," you stated.

"I love you so much that I can't even put it into words. I would move mountains if it made you smile. I would die for you and Tommy. I would happily do any single thing that any lunatic on this earth could think of if it meant that the two of you were healthy and happy," Marc admitted. You smiled and pulled him into a kiss.

"I love you too," you whispered into his ear.

"I don't deserve your love, (Y/N). I don't deserve Tommy as a son. I don't deserve anything you've given me. But, I'm going to take this chance and I won't mess it up, not ever again," Marc vowed.

"You better not," you stated as Marc pulled you into another kiss. You both finished your meal and packed up everything, putting it into the trunk of the car. On the way back, you and Marc enjoyed the silence in each other's presence. Parking the car in the garage, you and Marc got out. You opened the door to the house and walked upstairs, Marc right on your tail. "What time do we have to pick up Tommy at?" you asked, walking into your bedroom.

"I'm pretty sure my mother wouldn't mind if we never showed up to pick him up. She loves him too much," Marc laughed to himself, trying to undo the tie he had worn.

"Do you have practice tomorrow?"

"Nope, got the day off to de-stress as Luis Enrique put it," Marc replied, as he still struggled with undoing his tie.

"Good, because then we have nowhere to rush," you smirked, grabbing Marc's tie from me.

"A little forwards aren't you?" Marc teased.

"Only when I want to be," you winked back, pulling Marc by his tie towards the bed. You woke up with a thin sheet draped over both of your naked bodies. Looking over at the clock, you read 10:30. Shrugging to yourself, you snuggled back into Marc's warm chest. You smiled as his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer and trapping you in his embrace. Although life had been hell for a good part of your relationship, you wouldn't trade it for anything. You fell back asleep, Marc smiling in his own sleep at your shared embrace.