And with the key in the front door, approaching the second turn. Vivianne feeling anxious at greeting her girlfriend in which she had just knocked out of the nations league 2 days earlier.
She had spoken to beth a mere 66 minutes after the final whistle had blown. The first thing on her mind was an overwhelming sadness for her girlfriend , though in the moment, it was quickly replaced by immense joy over topping the group.
Once vivianne had left, the group of girls drunken off adrenaline. She grabbed her phone from the changing room and walked to a quieter , private space.
Her and beth had previously spoken about this happening , joking that their new dog Myle Meadema would be a netherlands supporter and only barking when the netherlands score. But this was the harsh reality of her girlfriends dreams being crushed.
"I am so fucking proud of you beth , first national game back , in the starting line up , a goal , and making a huge impact on the team , that's something to be proud of. "
Beth sobbed down the phone and tried to speak
-"baby stop , let me finish.
As your girlfriend , I have never been beaming with more pride than I was today. Your performance, outstanding, the first thing I did after leaving the pitch was watch your goal , dedicated to June. You are unreal, bethany Jane Mead. And I cannot wait to come home and cuddle you."
Beth sobbed down the phone.
"I'm so- so pr-oud of you v-iv."
The silence throughout the phone was comfortable , and viv continued to console her girlfriend for a further 40 minutes. Ending in Viv reminding her of their bet they had made about the losing Meadema picking up the new puppy's poop.
Back to now, though, Viv had opened the front door, met with the smallest tapping sound of Myle, their most scary "guard dog".
Closely followed by the bounding footsteps of her excited girlfriend, Beth.
Beth jumped into Viviannes arms, knocking her backwards, meaning her back was flush with the front door.
They were quickly caught up in the most passionate kiss, one full of love , a kiss that spoke a thousand words in which neither of them had the energy to say.
Beth pulled her lips from her giddy girlfriend as she ran her thumb across Viv's bottom lip.
"I love you, even when I don't like you."
Viv giggled like a school girl as she carried her golden retriever girlfriend up the stairs , leaving a trail of their belongings strewn across the lounge. They were shortly followed by a baby Meadema.
The night was filled with cuddles, making up for lost time.
"God, I live you more than life itself, Vivianne."
"More than you'd know Beth."
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Female Footballer Imagines
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