WOSO Imagines

Call Me Daddy (Felicitas Rauch)

A/N: The OC's nickname, Noë, short for Noëlle, is pronounced like Noah :)

"Oh, nooooo," I groan as I read the message from my manager.

"What's wrong, mein liebling?" Feli calls from the kitchen. (my darling)

"I've got media duty this week."

"Comes with the job, Noë. You'll be fine."

"I will not be fine. I hate being on camera, and I hate having to answer stupid questions in my broken German. I sound like a fucking baby."

"I understand you perfectly fine," she says, coming into the living room and handing me my dinner, placing a kiss on my cheek.

"You could also perfectly understand a five-year-old," I grumble, stabbing my fork into some broccoli.

"I don't think a five-year-old would know the word 'fuck'," she laughs.

"I think a five-year-old would be more eloquent than me. Do you remember the last time they made me do media?"

"How could I forget? You were drunk off your ass."

"Do you also remember why I was so drunk?"

She taps her chin in false thought. "Nope."

I point my fork at her accusingly. "Someone kept pouring me champagne."

"We were celebrating winning the league," she shrugs. "It's not like I forced it down your throat."

"Whatever."

"Don't stress about it too much, mein liebling. Tommy wouldn't have chosen you if he didn't think you could do it. If you don't feel comfortable answering a question in German, use English."

"I just pray it goes smoothly."

The next morning, I wake up feeling just as uneasy as I had when I got my manager's message. When Feli tries to get out of bed, I tighten my hold around her waist, burying my face in her side.

"Jij hebt dit," she says, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. (You got this)

"I'd feel a lot more confident if my german was as half as good as your dutch," I mumble.

"Remember what we talked about last night."

"I know," I exhale, relectunctantly letting her go and laying back to stare at the ceiling. "It's not just the language barrier though. I'm terrified I'll say something wrong, or the reporters will bring up something too personal."

She shifts so that she's basically hovering over me. "You don't have to answer any questions you don't want to, especially if they make you uncomfortable, that's why we don't do media alone. Tommy will be there the whole time."

"Thank you."

"For what?" she asks, cutely tilting her head to the side.

"For being the perfect partner and always knowing what to say."

She rolls her eyes, failing to suppress a grin.

"You know, we have a bit of time before we have to leave," I say suggestively, pushing myself onto my elbows so that our faces are a millimetre apart.

"We do not have enough time for that," she laughs.

I pout. "Come on, Feli. You look so beautiful in the morning." I close the miniscule gap between us, briefly kissing her.

"Du bist frech." (You're naughty)

"Perhaps you should teach me a lesson," I smirk.

"Noëlle," she warns.