footballer imagines

Philippe Sandler

Philippe Sandler, the absolute love of your life. You met in highschool. Well, that wasn't exactly it. Philippe was playing for Ajax at the time, and one of your friends invited you to a football match. And just like that you two hit it off. Love at first sight really.
I know, cheesy. But it really was like a fiction book, maybe not with a 'Happily Ever After' though..

In the past 5 years, you've moved around to different countries all for philippe's career. You thought that everything was going well and that maybe you wouldn't have to move again.

reality

"Where is Stef?" Philippe casually asked the maid. "I think she went back to bed after you left this morning sir." He nodded and strolled off to another room. Meanwhile, Stef was laying in their shared bed feeling nauseous contemplating her next decisions.

"ik weet het niet! vaarwel." He took a deep breath before slamming the phone down on the mahogany desk. Everything at the moment was just stressful, philippe could never get a break. Not even on days off. Sometimes he wishes that he would retire early from football. But then what would he do? He would become a failure to his parents, and to everyone around him.

Stef turned the doorknob of Philippe's office door and slightly cracked the door open. "Right on time, i actually wanted to tell you something." He said without looking up. She opened the door more and stood in the doorframe like a statue waiting for a response. "We're moving back to england." She shook her head with annoyance. "We only just moved here Philippe." He placed his clenched fist on the desk to stop any further actions. "I know, but you know about my football career and moving around." She sucked in a big breath of air and folded her arms across her chest. "We can't keep moving." She said firmly. He still stared down at the wood of the desk, avoiding any direct eye contact. "What could possibly make you not wa-"
"I'm pregnant"

Philippe suddenly looked up with wide eyes. He saw the tears pricking her eyes, threatening to roll down her cheeks. "Like.. pregnant with a baby?" She dropped her arms from her chest. "Yes Philippe! What else would i be pregnant with, you idiot."

"Wow." Was all he could say. He stood up slowly from his chair and walked towards her. Her breath hitched as he ran his hand over her small stomach. "Little baby Sandler?" She let out a laugh and said, "yeah, baby Sandler."

the rest is sacred