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

Chapter 27 - Please

A/N - I don't want to spoil the chapter, but just know that there are potentially triggering things towards the end of the chapter. Please read with caution x

Rosie's POV:

"Baby, I don't know if I can keep doing this"

Those few words uttered from Keira's mouth confused me. Why was she making everything a bigger deal than what it already was? I was in the hospital because of heatstroke. That's it. But she's acting as if i've attempted suicide again. Her words made it seem like she didn't want me anymore and to be honest, I don't blame her. Everything in my life at the minute just seems to be very exhausting for all of us - both emotionally and physically. Have her and Lucy been planning this? The next time I end up in hospital, they'll get rid of me and have their drama-free lives back.

In the beginning, I did feel like a burden on them - especially on Keira. They had gone six years into their relationship with it just being the two of them. And suddenly an annoying, problematic child landed in their lives. Lucy wasn't even looking for me, we just happened to meet by pure coincidence. I often wonder what would've happened if I didn't go to that game. Most likely, she would've forgotten about me and carried on with her wonderful life. Keira didn't sign up for having responsibility of a child when she got into a relationship with Lucy. Definitely not one like me. Sometimes I think that she signed to be my adoptive parent just to make Lucy happy. I felt bad that I had suddenly crashed into their lives. Keira probably wanted to have children with Lucy, their own children. Not the product of Lucy experimenting with boys when she was younger.

In the small hospital bed, I came to the conclusion that this was Keira's way of telling me she had made a mistake being my parent and couldn't do it anymore. Fair enough. I was doing just fine without them so I'm sure I could do it again.

I hadn't spoken a word to her after that, instead rolling over in the limited space I had and closing my eyes. Not wanting to make eye-contact when doing so, I reached my hand out and searched for Georgia's. Finally finding it, I interlocked our fingers and she squeezed gently. I should've listened to her because she's annoyingly always right.

After a while of no one quite knowing exactly what to say, we were all relieved when the doctor came in. I sat up in bed, still holding Georgia's hand - but obviously angled my body away from Keira. He spoke, "Miss Bronze, how are you feeling? Hopefully a bit cooler". I shrugged my shoulders and mumbled, "Alright I suppose". He raised an eyebrow but continued, "Okay so you will be able to go home this afternoon after a few tests, but you shouldn't be leaving the house for two or three days. I presume you have air-conditioning?". Keira nodded her head enthusiastically, "Yes I'll make sure the one in Rosie's room is on the coldest it can go". I frowned, "It's loud". Keira didn't even glance at me, but simply shot back, "Do you want to go to the Euros next week? Because I can easily call them and let them know of the events today". Rolling my eyes at her bitchiness, Georgia gripped my hand tighter, clearly sensing some sort of tension between us.

Her threats made me shut up quickly. I was travelling to England in 8 days and I knew that something like heatstroke the week before could easily ruin my chances of even getting on the plane to Estonia. The first game is in two weeks time and I'm sure I'll be better by then, but it's still slightly nerve-wracking.

After the doctor left, there wasn't a moment of silence before the door of my private room burst open. Matías stumbled in, clearly out of breath. He took a few moments to allow air to enter his lungs before explaining, "The lift was broken so I ran up eight flights of stairs as quickly as I could". He examined his surroundings and smirked, "Nice room". Keira took this moment to stand up, "Hi Matías...I'm going to call your mother Rosie". She left the room and my best friend took his place in the seat Keira had previously been sat in. Pulling my hand away from Georgia's, I introduced them to eachother, "Matías, this is Georgia". He smiled friendly across at her and immediately began to ask questions, "How do you two know eachother?". Georgia opened her mouth to speak but I cut her off, "We're friends!". He seemed a little confused at my sudden exclamation, but swiftly moved past it.