Honeymoons and Heartbreaks - NFL Imagines

Kiss it Better - Jimmy Garoppolo (fluff)

Jimmy felt the bed shift as he lay there. It had been over a week since his foot surgery and it had been a hell of a time recovering from it. Once the anesthetic wore off and the initial pain medication given to him at the hospital, he was in agony.

He was thankful his fiance was a registered nurse who took time off to help him at home in his recovery, especially given how private he wanted to be in his recovery. It was bad enough the media was speculating his downfall with the Raiders before he even had a chance to step on the field.

He felt her lean down over him and press a kiss to his cheek. He pouted slightly, knowing it was time for him to get up and take his meds. The same meds that gave him a killer stomach ache the first few days on them - combined with the post-anaesthetic reaction he had. Thankfully, his girlfriend realized right away that he needed an anti-nausea pill to help him deal with adjusting.

"Baby, I got your medicine and a yogurt to take it with. Also, I made your breakfast. I'll bring it up to you."

He shifted and sat up with her support, wincing at the barest of moments sending pain down his leg and into his foot. He looked at the contraption his foot was in and wanted to cry at the sight of it. It fucking sucked.

It seemed like no matter how much time he put into playing and recovery, he was constantly getting injured. He heard and read the comments from fans, sports analysts, 'journalists', and even his former coaches at the 49ers. After the debacle last year with Shanahan insulting him, he couldn't help but feel a pit in his stomach at the idea of his new head coach getting on his ass.

What started as a good relationship in the Bay turned sour at the end. His teammates supported him, and poor Lance was stuck in the middle of the shift, not having a say in replacing him. Then, Lance got injured and Purdy had to step in.

He remembered feeling many days of dread and disappointment when his foot got broken while playing. His fiance took time off - thankfully working at a practice that was supportive and friendly with the soon-to-be Mrs. and Mr. Garoppolo - and cared for him. His mother had flown down from Chicago as well to help out.

When all was said and done, he felt a mix of relief and sadness at leaving the 49ers organization. A place he considered his home and family the last few years. He made amazing friends and connections with so many. He even met his fiance while running a kids camp (she was there with her nephew).

Yet, as he laid in bed, observing his foot between bites of yogurt, he couldn't help but want to cry. It was just fucked how his luck was these last few seasons.

His fiance came back in moments later, carrying a food tray with an assortment of delicious breakfast food. He could see a southern omelet, fresh sliced fruit, and bacon on it. Next to it was a large water bottle of iced water, filled up to the 8am line. 'You should drink 8 8-ounce glasses of water a day. This water bottle will help you keep track.' She told him once.

She was meticulous in her care and Jimmy knew she was also the type of nurse who would rip you a new one for not following instructions.

He was eating silently as she took a seat in bed next to him, her smoothie pull looking just as appetizing. He leaned over slightly and said, "Can I have a bite?"

She smiled at him and rolled her eyes playfully. "Don't you have an entire plate of food in front of you, Jimmy?"

"Yeah, but yours look just as good." He said back.

"Hmm.." She pretended to think about it before lifting a spoonful up to him. She brought it to his lips and just as he leaned in for a bite, she pulled the spoon back quickly and stuck it in her mouth instead, making a loud and exaggerated, "hmmmm" sound.

Jimmy stared at her in mock outrage, swatting her thigh, "That was cold, babe. Just cold and cruel."

"It was tasty though." She responded cheekily. She held up another spoonful, "Forreal this time, here, try a bite."

He did so and just as he was taking a bite, he somehow managed to bite his lip when chewing up the berries. "Fuck... I bet my fucking lip." He groaned, touching the spot and hoping it wasn't bleeding. "How the fuck did I do that?"

His fiance giggled at him and responded, "Because you're impatient. I swear, James.." She sat her bowl down on the nightstand next to her and gently crawled closer to him, taking his face in her hands and inspecting his lip. "It's not too bad. Just a bit swollen and red. You'll live."

"It hurts," He pouted.

"Want me to kiss it better?" She teased.

He pretended to think about it before nodding.

She giggled and leaned in to press her lips to his. "I love you, you silly manchild."

"I love you too, my perfectionist soon-to-be wife."

They looked at each other with big smiles, just happy to be with one another after the chaotic last few years they experienced. One thing Jimmy knew for certain, a kiss from her was a kiss that made everything better.