in this forever - dnf football au

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Dreams pov: (this is to balance out the fact there was two george chapters at the start 😭)

when i wake up the next morning george is still fast asleep beside me, his face is pale, he has dark eye bags and his hair as sticking out in all directions thanks to the fact he slept with it wet,

i can hear ivy babbling random words over the baby monitor, i slide out of bed and walk to her room, "papa?" he asks confused in the change of fountains since george usually wakes her up in the morning,

"good morning pretty lady," i say picking her up out of her crib and sitting down with her on the armchair,

"dada?" she asks,

"dadas still sick so we have to look after him today," i tell her,

"cuddle dada," she tells me looking up from my lap with the big brown eyes george gave her,

"you such a sweetheart," i laugh, i then take her downstairs assuming george would've asleep a little while longer but just as i sit ivy in her high chair he stumbles into the kitchen looking half dead kisses the crown of ivys head then falls into my arms, "you feel any better?" i ask, wrapping my arms around him and rubbing his back,

"can we take ivy to the park?" he asks, completely ignoring my last question,

"pak!" ivy shouts before i can tell his that that might not be a great idea,

"you sure you're up for that?" i ask stepping back from him and taking his temperature with the back of my hand imitating homey mother used to when i was sick,

"i'm not gonna be a shitty dad just because i feel shitty right now," he says,

"okay," i sigh, i know there's no way he's gonna back down from this, "go get dressed i'll make you some breakfast," i say kissing him gently,

"okay," he nods shuffling back up the stairs,

"dada pak?" ivy asks,

"no vee we're gonna take you to the park," i chuckle making some berries and yogurt for both me and george and eating mine as ivy eats her food,

when we're done i take her upstairs and get her dressed then get myself dressed before joining george back downstairs i silently take the seat beside him as he eats, he rests his head on my shoulder and takes my hand until he's done,

i get ivy dressed up in a coat and boots and then we both walk out to the car together, as usual everytime there a game there's paparazzi standing outside my door, "clay when will you be back playing?" one shouts as cameras flash and i shield ivys face with my hand,

i load the stroller into the trunk and strap ivy into her seat before walking down to the end of the driveway to open out security gate, the paparazzi continue to bombard me with questions all of wich i ignore, once the gates open i go back to the car and begin to drive,

we all stay quiet, as we drive listening to ivys favourite songs, when we arrive george's takes ivy and begins to take his way over to the duck pond with her not saying a word to me, i grab the diper bag and walk a couple strides behind him, he's talking to ivy in soft soothing tones, loud enough for me to hear but to quiet to make out,

he looks so delicate as he walks through the wet grass, and it's only in that moment i realise just how young he is, he was only seventeen when he got pregnant, and eighteen when he gave birth and was now grieving the loss of our second child whist also caring for the child he gave up his future for,

I begin to walk slightly faster to reach him, "I love you so much Georgie," I whisper wrapping and arm around him and pulling me closer, he doesn't talk but rests his head on my chest ,