Marco Reus

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You squirmed around a little as Marco wrapped his strong arms around you. His lips pressing behind your ear.
"Morning Liebe."
"Good Morning my blonde king."
He chuckled and pressed you closer to him, "Last Night was Fantastic Liebe."
You turned to face him and slipped a hand onto his ribs, "It was but, what if Jacob heard us?"
"I'm sure he would have knocked on the door and asked what was going on?"
"I guess. I'm gonna go check on him, he's probably awake.. Do you have practice today?"
"No, I believe I don't, I'll call Jürgen to make sure."
You pressed a kiss to his lips and pulled away, standing up, with just a pair of panties on. You began stretching your arms a little.
Marco whistled and said:
"Don't stretch while being that naked baby."
You turned,letting your hair fall down past your shoulders.
"Why?"
Marco had a phone by his ear and he muttered sensually: "Because, If I get my hands on that pretty little bum, I'm not letting you leave this room and my morning wood has yet to go down."
You giggled and gave Marco a little smirk as he began speaking to a receptionist. You picked up your bra and slipped it on while facing a scowling Marco. You turned arouns and mockingly shook your bum a little.
He gently smacked it away, trying to avoid laughing as he spoke in German to his coach. His rough voice making you giggle as he tried to focus on what he was saying.

You slipped on a Pair of cotton gray shirts and Marco's black v-neck. It fit you quite big but you managed to tuck it in from the front.
As you made your way downstairs, you heard cartoons playing in the living room. Your five year old son: Jacob.
"Hey babyboy."
You said as you took a seat next to him on the couch.
"Hi mummy."
He said, pressing his head to your shoulder.
You smiled and slipped your fingers through his blonde hair. The spitting Image of his father according to Mario Gotzë, Mats Hummels and Marco's mother Manuela. You smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek and led him towards the kitchen for breakfast.

Jacob was sitting at the table with a plate of pancakes and a coloring book while you prepared coffee.
"Jacob, make sure your eating not just coloring Liebe."

"Mommy?" He asked as he colored in a cartoon dragon.
"Yes Jakey?"
You asked as you poured yourself a cup of coffee.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Anything baby."
"Mommy, did daddy hit you last night?"
You nearly choked on your coffee,
"What makes you say that Jacob?"
"Well mommy, daddy said that you're not suppose to hit women ever. But last night I woke up cause I needed to go potty and I was going back to bed. I heard you tell daddy to please stop ."

"Okay baby. I'm going to call daddy to come explain to you okay. But Jacob I need you to understand that daddy didn't hit mommy last night. Daddy and mommy love each other a lot."
"Okay..mommy."
"MARCO REUS!!"
You heard footsteps coming down the steps and Marco came in wearing a tanktop and a pair of shorts.
"Hey sport!"
"Hi daddy."
Marco sat down next to him and faced you.
"What's for breakfast?"
"Eggs, and pancakes. But before we eat..Jacob why don't you ask daddy what you asked me?" You said, raising an eyebrow at your husband.
Jacob looked up at his dad and asked: "Daddy why were you hitting mommy last night?"
Marco's eyes widened in disbelief and he wrapped an arm around his little boy.
"Jacob I would never hit mommy, you should never hurt the people you love. Why would you think such a thing?"
Marco looked at you for some guidance, "Liebe, last night while he was going back from the bathroom to his room he heard me begging you to please stop. Why don't you explain to Jacob what we were actually doing last night?"

"Well Jacob, mommy and I were actually just play fighting and she was mad because I beat her so many times."
"Oh. I didn't know you and mommy played games at night."
You smiled at Marco who luckily had gotten his story straight.
"Yeah, it games for adults. Now Jacob finish your pancakes."

Marco gave you a small smile as he washed the dishes, Jacob was coloring, in the living room. While you put away stuff in the kitchen.
"I'm sorry we had to go through this in the morning." He muttered as you put away the clean dishes.
"It's okay, I should have been quieter."
"It's okay. Now we know that we need to be more quiet when we play our games." He said with a wink as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

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