𝐀/𝐍 / 𝐓𝐖: This chapter was requested and will contain some sad themes, if you are uncomfortable reading about sad events please do not read and I will post a new chapter tomorrow, but to all you sadistic weirdos enjoy🫶🏼😊
"Good morning beautiful" Jude croaked out to you as he pressed his lips to your rosy cheek. You smiled as soon as you felt the skin on skin contact and your eyes opened, happily laying your eyes on your beautiful Husband.
"Morning my love." You said back, your eyes glazed over with contentment, the smile on your face still prominent.
"How did you sleep baby" Jude questions rubbing his thumb over your soft lips before pecking them sweetly.
"Really good babe." You said as Jude pulled back from the kiss, he dove down and lifted your T-shirt, placing his lips against your belly and softly laying his head against it.
"And how did my other baby sleep." Jude questioned smiling brightly again as he littered a few more kisses over the soft skin of you belly.
"He slept well." You giggled at Jude's question, you were only two months pregnant but Jude acted as if the baby was a fully functioning human.
"He?" Jude questioned with a smile.
"I dunno, feels like a he." You responded shrugging your shoulders a little, Jude laughed and he met your lips once more kissing you romantically as his hand rested against your tiny baby bump.
"Time to get ready." Jude said as he pulled back. He stood up out of bed and began making his way to the bathroom, his eyes still fixed on you as he walked away.
You let out a sigh of happiness and stood up to join Jude in the shower to get ready for the day.
"Excited for the game?" You asked Jude with a smile as the water fell over both your bodies.
"Yeah, should be a tough match, but hopefully a good one." Jude said back as he washed his body.
You both finished up showering and got dressed and ready for Jude's match, you made your way to the stadium and waited in anticipation for the game to begin, you sat in your usual box with the other wags and watched on excitedly as you saw Jude emerge from the tunnels.
The game began and Jude was playing brilliantly as he always did, the crowd was cheering for him as he scored his first goal, he pointed up to the box that you were sitting in and made a heart with his hands. You cheered along with the crowd and smiled at him.
The game continued and Jude scored again, his team and the crowd clapped for him as he continued making brilliant strides in the team.
The opposing team was growing more and more frustrated with Jude and how well he was playing, by the time the second half rolled around the game was moving quicker and much more aggressive, the ref had already handed three yellow cards and it was only twelve minutes into the second half.
Jude once again began his run with the ball into the oppositions box, he had a clear shot at goal, which he obviously took, you watched on with excitement at the thought of a potential hat-trick for Jude.
Just as he shot the ball the defender came at him at full speed, missing the ball and only swiping Jude's ankles, the ball hit into the back of the net and everyone cheered loudly.
You watched onto the pitch hoping to see Jude stand up and hoping that he was ok, a few seconds went by and Jude didn't move at all, the crowd silenced as they noticed that it wasn't a light tackle, you watched on in horror as you saw all the boys circle around him, you could no longer see Jude and you knew that he wasn't ok.
