The Kansas City Couple

Part 7

**Week 1 - 9/7 vs Detroit Lions**

Word Count: 2003

Warnings: language, 

WEDNESDAY NIGHT (NIGHT BEFORE THE GAME)

You could hear Travis groaning as he made his way to the couch. "Are you ok baby?" you asked him. "It just fucking hurts. How the fuck did I get this hurt from a non-contact injury?" he responded. "I don't know baby, come sit down." Travis sat down next to you. You laid your head down on his lap. "How are you feeling mama?" he asked you as he brushed your hair with his fingers. "My back hurts a bit, I had heartburn earlier, I feel like I could sleep for days. But other than that I'm good." "How big is our baby this week?" "The size of a pomegranate." "When can we find out the gender?" "My mom will be here next Wednesday for our appointment to find out so we can't know." "And why can't we know?" "So it is a surprise for the Gender Reveal Party. It is just a thing. We aren't supposed to know so we are gonna let my mom find out at the appointment instead of us." You slowly started to fall asleep. "I'm gonna watch some film. Is that ok?" Travis asks you. "Yeah, I'm probably gonna fall asleep." "Ok, sleep well baby."

Travis watched film for about an hour, before deciding to get up and get ready for the game the following day. He lifted your head slightly and moved a pillow under it. You knew he would be needing to get ready. You slept for about another hour and a half before deciding to get up. You could hear Travis moving around upstairs. You slowly headed upstairs, you stood in the doorway watching him go around the room, frantically looking for things. "Hey, handsome, you need some help?" "Yeah, do you know where my AirPods are? And my red long sleeve practice shirt? And–" "Slow down, handsome. Your AirPods are downstairs charging, I plugged them in this morning. Your long sleeve practice shirt is in your locker. I remember seeing it yesterday when I came by." "I'm sorry. I'm stressed for tomorrow." "Why are you stressed?" "Because I'm not playing and I feel bad because I have a non-contact practice injury. I should be playing tomorrow." But you are not. So take a second to chill and breathe. It's almost 11pm. Let's get ready for bed, I'm getting sleepy." "Ok mama, let's get you to sleep."

THURSDAY MORNING (DAY OF THE GAME)

You woke up the next morning, with Travis not in bed. You checked your phone and the time said 8:39. Yout got out of bed and headed downstairs to the kitchen. You saw Travis making pancakes. "Hi, baby. Did you sleep good?" "No, your child sat on my bladder all night. I think I got up like 5 times to pee last night," you said, walking over to him wrapping your arms around his bare torso. You had one of Travis's old practice shirts on and a pair of underwear. Travis's shirt going down to mid-thigh. Travis had a pair of shorts on, as he got pretty hot at night.

"Do you want chocolate chips in your pancakes today?" Travis asked you as he kissed the top of your head. "Yes please." You kissed his chest. You were 5'5' so Travis was taller than you by a foot. "Ok, pretty girl. As much as I love you hugging me, and I do love it. I need you to move so I can finish breakfast. Do you wanna sit on the counter?" Travis asked you. "I can't get up there like I used to." "Pretty girl, I can pick you up and put you in the counter." "No, you can't." "Pretty girl, are you calling yourself too heavy or me not strong enough?" "I weigh too much, your strength isn't gonna do anything." "Y/N I don't want to hear you ever say you are too heavy or fat. Do you hear me? You are perfect. Do you understand?" "But I don't feel pretty?" "But you are honey. I love you. You are the most beautiful girl ever." He walked towards you, spreading your legs so he could stand in between them. He grabbed your face with both hands. He leaned in towards you, and kissed you passionately. "I Love you more than anything. More than I like playing football." "Liar." "I'm serious. I love you more than I love playing under the prime time lights. You are perfect for me. I love you. And you are pregnant you are supposed to gain weight." You giggled and looked up at him. "You promise?" "Have I ever lied to you?" He asked, smirking. "No." "So why would I now?"