Score Some More

Score Some More : 1/1

You leaned forward to reach for your glass off the coffee table, and swiftly knocked back the remainder of the white wine inside. A smile laced your lips as you watched the replay of his goal, the ball colliding with his head and bouncing against the camera inside of the net.

Feeling your body relax, you fell into the cushions beneath you and rested your cheek against your hand. Just like that a weight was off, lifted and away from you.

The last couple of weeks had been some of the most on edge weeks that you'd been witness to. Jack's game at City had been taking a lot longer to come in than you think he had anticipated. Frustration, and dare you say it doubt, had started to creep into his style of play. His accuracy waning and his usual belief starting to fray a little at the edges.

He hadn't outright said it, but his more than confident swagger when it came to his style of play just hadn't been visible. Talking shop at home wasn't really a thing, but there had been times lately where his usual desire to get to training hadn't been present. Seeing him confidently strut his way off the pitch at half-time had been a welcomed sight.

You watched the television switch back to the pundits that were gathered around a large table, eagerly discussing the City goals for the evening. Some of them shared knowledge, while others simply were there just to antagonise. You didn't pay them much mind in all honesty.

A sound of keys in the door and rustling was heard further down your hallway, as you let your eyes flick towards the clock that sat on top of the sideboard. He was a lot earlier than normal for him and for once he was trying to be quiet, the one time that you had decided to wait up for him to get back.

Sitting still and carefully scratching at the fur on the head of your cockapoo, you listened as he removed his shoes and slid his Louis Vuitton wash bag against your newly-bought console table that sat in the hallway.

After kicking his Nike Dunks off and leaving them at the door, Jack's sock covered feet padded down the corridor.  As he walked further into your home, his hands wiped at the back of his trackie bottoms and his tired eyes took in the way the majority of the lights were still on. Usually you would leave one light on for him after a night game, if only to make sure he didn't trip up over anything and then wake the entire house.

"You're up late," he commented, leaning over the back of the sofa to press an upside down kiss to your lips as you rested your head back into the cushions. You felt the way his hand gently stroked against your hair, his thumb grazing at the skin of your forehead.

"Someone wanted to wait up for Daddy," you directed your words to your dog that lay completely uninterested by the arrival of Jack back home.

He chucked as your eyes silently took him in and watched as he rounded the sofa and sat down on top of the arm. His hand immediately found the top of your dog's head, her eyes slightly opening to a sleepy expression as he interrupted her light slumber.

"She ain't interested one bit," he spoke with amusement, a soft close-lipped smile lacing his lips. The sound of your yawn then had him lifting his eyes to yours. Those brown eyes that edged more so towards hazel tonight, so innocent in so many ways, watching you. "And you ain't neither."

"At least I'm trying."

"Nah bab, you should've gone to bed," he replied, taking note of the way you had curled your legs up towards your body now and were holding your head up with your hand. Your eyes were heavy as you smiled at him sleepily. "'M knackered m'self. I'd have been right in, just need'ta have a shower first-"

You continued to stay silent as you watched him remove the beanie that was on his head, throwing the hat onto the coffee table and seeing it slide - just slightly - against the wood. This curtain of hair, not quite as fluffy as it usually was when freshly washed, revealed itself and you felt your fingers itch to play with the dyed strands.