You are my mums (a Lucy Bronze fanfic) - Book 2

Chapter 22 - What now?

A/N - sorry for the lack of updates recently. I haven't really had much motivation, so please feel free to comment or message me any ideas you have. 1 week today we play our first game in the World Cup. How are you all feeling about it?

Rosie's POV:

"I didn't think you were coming...the game started 10 minutes ago". I stated while leaning on the side of my door frame. Her arrival had surprised me. As she knew the code to the gate, she was able to buzz herself in and knock on the front door. Georgia shrugged her shoulders, "Got caught up at work". I allowed my eyes to travel up and down her her body (not in a creepy way) to realise that she was indeed in her work clothes. She must have driven straight from there despite it being nearly 9pm. She frowned, "So are you going to let me in or do I have to stand outside all night?". I held the door open for her as she stepped into the house.

She shut the door after her, took her shoes off and placed them on the extremely unnecessary shoe rack that Lucy had bought for the house. I guess we're lucky that we can leave shoes out without Narla ripping them to shreds. Narla is generally relaxed and quiet, not at all annoying or frustrating. 

The west-highland terrier was sitting on top of the sofa, being the watchdog she is. Georgia raised an eyebrow, "You have a dog?". I nodded my head and sat back down, "She's called Narla". Georgia instantly went to sit next to my dog and began giving her lots of attention. Narla bounded up towards me, asking me to join in playing with them. I gave the top of her head a stroke and told her, "Not now Narla, go play with your new friend instead". She seemed hesitant, but resumed jumping up and playing with Georgia. Once she had exhausted herself, she placed her head on Georgia's lap and stretched her body out, getting comfortable. The girl who had been on my mind a lot recently questioned, "Is Alexia home?". I replied, not taking my eyes of the game, "Yeah, she's upstairs I think". 

I had told myself multiple times that when I saw Georgia, I needed to act normal. Despite this, I couldn't help but act slightly cool towards her. I didn't want to, I guess it's an automatic reaction after being confused and not talking to her since she kissed me. 

She carefully picked up Narla, stood up herself and shifted positions to next to me, placing Narla in between us - who's head rested on my thighs and back legs laid on Georgia's. My eyes were glued to the screen, feeling very uneasy about how the first half was going. Just as I thought it was turning bad, it got worse. A decent ball was played across the pitch to Sam Kerr. Leah tried to head it away but it only fell right into Sam's path. When it became one on one, it was clear what the outcome was going to be. I brought my hands up to my face, praying Mary pulled out some mirracle save. However, it was too much to ask. The ball left Sam's foot, was chipped over Mary's head and fell gently into the back of the net. I groaned, "Why did she end up one on one? Where were the defenders?". Obviously it's not nice to go into half time 1-0 down, but I had hope in the team. I wasn't too worried about losing the match at that point.

At half-time, after Georgia had listened to enough of my complaining about the conceded goal, it was her time to talk, "Are we okay?". I turned to face her for a split-second, but quickly returned my eyes to the screen for the half-time commentary. Jill Scott was giving her opinion on the match so far. Before I could even respond, Georgia spoke again, "Look if it's about me kissing you the other day, i'm sorry. I just didn't want to kiss someone who's 10 years older than me or is in a relationship". I frowned and she soon realised what she had said, "I'm sorry...that sounded like you were the last option didn't it?". I nodded my head slowly, "Yep". She bit her lip and shifted her body so it was facing mine, "It was the opposite, you were the best option. So can we just forget about it?". I sighed and told her as I was slowly becoming frustrated, "That's the problem Georgia, I can't forget about it. I played shit in training because all I can think about is you, I can barely even focus on the game because you're here and sitting so close to me".