𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐜

𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

Sasha was sat in the kitchen as she made breakfast,

"Good morning," Christian smiled as he walked into the kitchen,

"And good morning," he added as he looked to Leo,

"Hi," Sasha placed a kiss on his lips,

"How did you sleep?" The footballer asked as he took a peek at what the girl was making them for breakfast,

"Like a baby," the reporter smiled as it was the best sleep she had in a while,

"How about you?" She added as she stopped cutting her fruits,

"Sore," the American mumbled as he rubbed his lower back,

"Why's that?" The German asked curiously as she raised her eyebrows,

"You kicked me," Christian explained with a groan as he tried to stretch,

"Like five times," he added as he sat down and took a sip of his coffee,

"Oh I'm sorry," Sasha apologised as she felt bad,

She didn't even know that she had done it.

"No, you needed the sleep." The footballer shook his head as he knew that it was the right thing to do to let her just sleep through the night,

"Thank you," the reporter looked at him with a smile as she placed a kiss on his lips,

"He seems to be having a good sleep," she added as she looked to her son who was fast asleep,

"Do you think he sleeps a lot?" The American asked curiously knowing how often the child slept,

"Not really," the German shook her head as she smiled,

"He is a newborn," she pointed out in a duh tone,

"Bless you," she added as he woke himself up by sneezing.

"How did we make such a cute baby?" She asked herself as she looked at the cute baby,

"Well it started with us in bed," Christian began with a smirk,

"Christian!" Sasha let out a scoff as she reached over and hit him,

"Don't hit me in front of the child!" The footballer groaned as he rubbed the side of his arm,

"I'll hit you wherever I want to," the reporter pointed out as she shook her head,

"Well don't do it that hard then," the American mumbled as it was still sore,

"You're trying to bruise me," he added as he looked at his arm,

"Oh wuss," the German let out a scoff as she rolled her eyes,

"I barely hit you," she added in a duh tone,

"Do you want me to show you what you did?" Christian asked as he spoke in a serious tone,

"You can't hit me," Sasha spoke in a duh tone,

"Why not?" The footballer cocked his head as he crossed his arms,

"Because I've given birth to your son," the reporter spoke in a duh tone as she smiled,

"I'll do something else instead," the American smirked as he picked her up.

"Christian!" The German let out a squeal as she tried to calm down,

"What?" Christian asked as he smiled,

"Just don't drop me," Sasha spoke in a duh tone,

"Would I ever?" The footballer sounded as though he was offended,

"Should I remind you of the times that you have done it?" The reporter asked as she began to list them off,

"Nah I'm good," the American shook his head as he walked them into the living room,

"I love you," he mumbled as he dropped her onto the couch,

"Pardon?" The German asked as she cocked her head,

"I love you," he reiterated with a soft smile,

"I love you too," Sasha reached over to him as she placed a kiss on his lips,

"I'll go and sort him out," she added as she heard Leo begin to cry,

"No you sit," Christian shook his head as he got up and was about to make his way to the kitchen,

"I'll go see my boy," he added with a smile as he hadn't really been that much help when it came to Leo just because he was so busy with football.

"You may need this then," Sasha explained as she handed him the burping cloth,

"Oh," the footballer nodded realising that his son was indeed hungry.

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