i love her - scott mctominay

50

Our most recent result has been the 9-0 win over Southampton. Even though the kid making his debut really killed my leg, I played the full game and I even scored.

I woke up, seeing y/n. She was awake.

"Morning, gorgeous," I mumbled as I nuzzled my nose into her hair. I kissed it before continuing. "Sleep well?"

"Morning, Tommy. Yeah, I slept well. You?"

"Yeah. I'm ready for the game tomorrow, can't wait. We don't have to travel, life is good."

"Yeah. Come on, let's get up." y/n started to move away from me, only to get pulled back.

"No. I don't want to get up." My grip tightened.

"Okay. You'll be the person with the fine, not me!"

She (somehow) forced a way out of my arms and looked back at me. She slipped on the jumper I gave her the week she had her bump and left the room.

"Come on, Scotty! I won't pick you for the match tomorrow!"

"That's blackmail!"

"Yeah, but it gets you out of bed!"

I soon appeared by her side as she made some breakfast.

"I'm cold," I stated.

"Turn the heating on th-"

"No."

She turned on the heating from the app on her phone. "Better?"

"No."

"Will you stop being grouchy?"

"No. You made me get out of bed and you left without me. So I'll still be 'grouchy'."

She passed me my cup of tea, but I ignored it. I wrapped my arms around her instead. "That's better," I spoke. "I'm warming up now. Thanks for the cuppa, darling. I love you," I kissed the back of her head. "y/n. Never forget it."

"I love you, too, Tommy. Never forget that either."

We went to the dining room where we ate breakfast. She's putting on makeup, again. y/n doesn't need it at all, but she still looks pretty, nonetheless.

We had five minutes left before we sat on the sofa to check social media. y/n sat down as I shuffled into her. I wrapped an arm around her as I smiled. "You don't need makeup, you're beautiful with and without it. I don't get why you feel that you need it."

"I don't know. I guess it's the high expectations of practically every man on the planet which has been forced onto my shoulders."

"You shouldn't feel like that, you're perfect no matter what."

"I'm not, but thank you anyway."

"We're not getting into that argument today. Come on, we're going to be late."

I kissed her quickly before leaving her as I went to my car.