WOSO Imagines

Proud of You (Lucy Bronze)

In the stands, decked out in England jerseys, with your last name displayed proudly on your back, your two year old daughter, Evelyn, having 'Mama' on hers.

"Are you excited bubba?"

"Yeah! Mama win?" She looks at you with her big innocent eyes.

"We don't know yet, so we'll have to wait and see."

It's a very intense game, as expected. It is the final of the Women's World Cup. Everyone was getting pushed, pulled, taken down. Evie did find it amusing whenever she sees someone fall.

In the twenty-ninth minute was when your heart stopped, Spain's very own captain, Olga Carmona, scored a goal that erupted their fans into loud cries and cheers, you were glad that Evie had some ear protecting headphones, while England fans looked disappointed. You kept your hopes up. There's still lots of time left.

But all your home diminishes once your heat the whistle for full-time. You were very proud of Spain, especially Lucy's Barcelona teammates that you grew close with, despite having a shitty manager.

"Mommy dey los?"

"They did bub. But that's okay, we're still super proud of Mama right?"

"Proud Mama." Evie nods in understanding. "We see Mama now?"

"In a little bit bub."

Your heart breaks for your wife, even more when you see her collapse to the ground in tears. You want nothing more than to wrap your arms around her and comfort her, but you want to give her some time with her team and peers.

After the medal and awards ceremony, family and friends are now allowed to go down onto the pitch. People ruching to go to their footballer relatives. You take a bit longer, trying to pick up all the toys, snacks and whatever else you brought for your daughter to keep her entertained during the match.

Stuffing everything in the backpack, you put the straps over your shoulders and carry Evelyn on your hip, making your way down to the pitch. Once on the grass, Evelyn starts to wiggle, wanting out of your arms, so you put her down. She starts running as fast as her little legs could. In the distance you see someone crouching down, holding her arms open, waiting for your daughter to get to her.

"Mama!" She yells out, excited to be able to hold her Mama again after so long.

Lucy wraps her arms around her baby, spinning in circles. She suddenly feels her neck become wet, pulling her daughters face from her neck to look at her.

"What are you crying bubby?"

"I miss you so much Mama!" She cries, her bottom lip jutting out.

You can't help but admire your wife and daughter together. She has truly been the most amazing wife throughout your relationship, especially with your pregnancy. You gave her a real hard time and she was a champ through it all.

"Hey, Darling." She wraps her free arm around you, leaning down to give you a kiss, only for it to be blocked by a hand pushing you away.

"No! My Mama."

You pout, playfully being sad. "But she was mine first."

"Bu-but mine now."

"Well, what if I told you that's you've got to share both Mommy and Mama in a couple months?"

Lucy's confused. Why would her daughter have to share them both.

"What?" You daughter asks.

You grab a small jersey from the backpack. On the back, it reads 'Bronze 2."

"No way!" Lucy starts crying again, you joining her. "Really? It worked?"

"It did Hun."

She puts Evelyn down and wraps both her arms around your waist, giving you a tight, but gentle embrace. She pulls back and grabs the sides of your face with both hands giving you and passionate kiss.

"I love you. Oh, I'm so excited." She mumbled against your lips."

"I love you. And I am so proud of you. You made it this far, be proud of yourself for being here. You played hard and made us all so proud."

She picks Evie back up in her arms. "You're gonna be a big sister!"

"Sister?"

"Yeah! There's a baby in Mommy's tummy."

"She eat baby?"

"No, bub. The bay is gonna go really big so Mommy's tummy is gonna grow big and keep baby brother or sister safe."

"Wow! Hi, baby. I sissy!" Evie has her face pressed up on your stomach.

Lucy wraps her arms back around you. "Thank you."

"For what?" You question.

"For loving me."

"It isn't difficult to. I love you more."

"Not possible."