footballer imagines

Marcus Rashford

now it all makes sense, why she had her head over the toilet almost every day, throwing up all the contents of her stomach. And why she always wore baggy clothes, jumpers and joggers.

"Marcus, we need to talk." She held onto his arm and made his sit next to her on the sofa. Marcus wore a confused look on his face, poor guy didnt have a clue what was going on. "I need to tell you something."

"What is it, love?" He could see that she was nervous by the way she twiddled her thumbs and tapped her feet on the floor. "You can tell me anything, whenever youre ready."

"So, you know that ive been sick and wearing different clothes and stuff. I know youre going to hate me, or break up with m.."

"What?! I would never break up with you over whatever youre going to tell me." She looked up, her lips tugging into a small smile.

She let out a shaky breath of air before saying, "im pregnant." Marcus' eyes widened, she was scared for his reaction, not knowing whether it was good or bad.

"youre kidding?" He raised one eyebrow. "no.. marcus, dont be mad at me. please." Marcus broke into a wide grin and picked her up, spinning her round.

He peppered her with lots of kisses. "A little baby. In there?" He pointed to her small stomach, a bump barely noticeable. Her eyes stung with tears. "Yeah, little baby."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"I meant the baby, but i love you too"