Skipper's Kid

Oh... Oh... Oh...

I'm so upset rn I am full on sobbing
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"Hey, kid," Sam grinned, pulling you into a hug. "How was your break? Do anything fun for Christmas and New Years?"

You smiled. "Not really, just met up with family. Ye'?"

"Same," the Aussie stated. "Ready for our first training back?"

You scoffed. "Not really, but does it matter?"

She laughed. "Good point."

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You simply sat down, grabbing your phone and logging on to your email.  Since going pro, you'd been receiving club-related emails from your own address instead of yours mom's. She was aware of this, and had advised you to check your emails often just in case you received an offer with a short deadline.

Today was the first day of the transfer window, and your one year contract with Chelsea was soon coming to and end.

Much like you had all those months ago, your email was filled with club offers that you wouldn't be taking. West Ham. Reading. Man U. Man City. Sunderland. Bayern. Southampton. A contract extension from Emma peeked out on the very bottom of your screen, causing you to scroll down. But you scrolled a bit too far, accidentally clicking on a different email.

From Jonas Eidevall. To sign the Arsenal Women's Football Club.

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"Oh... oh... oh..." you blinked  robotically, unmoving as you stared at the digits bolded on your phone. £260,000 annually. An amount that easily surpassed what you made at Chelsea.

"Y/N?" Jessie questioned, leaning over and clapping her hands in your face. "You good?"

No one in the vicinity could properly understand what was on your phone. All the Swedes weren't in the room. Jonas had encoded his message in Swedish, as he had taught you his native language to keep your younger self entertained during the women's practice. In the absence of your real father, Jonas had taken that place.

"Huh?" your head turned mechanically to the side, eyes meeting the Canadian's absently. "What?"

"You alright?" Millie repeated for the Midfielder, walking over to sit next to you. "What's the matter?"

You should have been happy. You had the chance to play on the same team as your mom and aunts that you'd known since you were a small child. You would receive lots of money. You'd get to play for your childhood club.

But the repercussions were terrifying. The fans. They'd rip into you for switching to the Blues' rivals. They'd say you only joined Chelsea to give away their secrets to Arsenal. Your teammates. God, your reammates. What would they think? That you'd joined them to get your start, only to backstab them by joining the Gunners?

You abruptly stood, the large changing room suddenly suffocating. "Fine. I've got to go."

You jogged out, snatching up your kit bag before pushing the door open. You couldn't tell anybody about it.

Not Millie.

Not Jen.

Not Leah.

Not Steph.

Not your mom.

No one.

You'd have to make the decision by yourself.

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"Hey, sweetheart," your mom greeted as you climbed into the passenger seat. "How was trainin'?"

"Fine." Your response was blunt. You didn't bother trying to hide the fact that you were bothered. Your mom could always sense your distress.

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Do ye' want to talk ab—"

"No."

"Are ye' su—"

"I said no!" you snarled, slamming your fist down on the dashboard. "No, I don't want to talk about it! Stop asking! Y'know what? I'll just walk home!"

You shoved the door open, stomping along the footpath angrily. Your head was much too full of panicked thoughts to think straight.

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"Leah?" Kim swallowed. "Are ye' busy?"

"No, why?" The Englishwoman's voice was crackling over the phone. "D'you need something?"

"Can ye' come over?"

"Of course."

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"Kim, what's wrong?" Leah asked softly, placing a gentle hand on the Scot's shoulder. "Where's Y/N?"

"Walkin' home," the captain's lip quivered. "She blew up on me in the car. Somethin's wrong."

"Woah, woah, woah," the Defender shook her head. "We'll get to what's wrong with her later. Did she say anything hurtful to you?"

"No," Kim responded tearfully. "I just want her to be able to talk to me. About anythin'. But she keeps to herself. Prefers to tell Jen or somebody else all the time. Is it me? Am I doin' somethin' wrong?"

"No, Kimmy," Leah comforted, pulling the woman into a tight hug. "She's just more comfortable telling things to people closer to her age who understand her better."

That did nothing to ease the Midfielder's mind. "Am I a bad mum?"

"No!" the Lioness glared. "Don't you ever say anything like that again. You're a great mum, Kim, and Y/N knows it. Alright, think about this. When's the last time Y/N yelled at you?"

"I don't know."

"Exactly," Leah agreed. "She usually keeps her emotions under control around you. If she blew up, then something important is going on right now. Just let her be for now. She'll let you in at some point, Kim. She loves you too damn much not to."

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Poor Kimmy why did I do that to you I'm sorry

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