in this forever - dnf football au

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dreams pov:

after an amazing day with ivy learning to look after her new pony i drive us home with ivy asleep in her car seat and covered in mud, i just know these are the type of days she'll hold dear when she grows up so i honestly couldn't care about the fact she's getting dirt on the back seat or that i've probably ruined a pair of perfectly good jeans chasing after the pony she's named spirit with a little bit on influence from me.

when we arrive home i take off her muddy boots and carry the sleeping three year old inside, it's around seven so i expected to find george on the couch on his phone or reading but don't, i shrug it off assuming i'll find his somewhere probably curled up like a cat with a book or one the the six or so movies he watches constantly on repeat,

how every right now is getting my soggy mud covered two year old in the bath so i can get her cleaned up quickly so she can wake up in her comfy pyjamas and not cold or wet.

of course i wake her up a little to explain i'm gonna put her in the bath so she's not surprised so she ends up staying awake with heavy eye's babbling to me as i clean her and wrap her in pyjamas and place her on her bed.

when i'm finished with my fatherly duties i walk towards our bedroom only to be met with the faint sound of my own voice coming from behind the door i'm slightly confused and open the door to find my adorable pregnant boyfriend sleeping on our bed wearing my jersey with a video of one of my interviewers up, my heart melts even more when i go to take the place of his laptop and find the video is titled "clay williams cutest moments,"

"my little fan boy," i giggle placing a kiss on his forehead before climbing into bed holding him in my arms,

"dreammm," he mumbles,

"yeahhhh," i mimick,

"we can't go to sleep we haven't had dinner," he groans,

"don't worry about that baby, you're pregnant, listen to your body, i'll stay with you until you fall asleep then i'll fix is all some dinner okay?" i whisper,

"my angel," he smiles gently pecking my lips, "how was it today?" he asks,

"ivy's in love, but i'll tell you the rest over dinner, sleep now," i say, "do you want me to put them videos back on?" i giggle,

"you saw those huh?" he blushes,

"you're adorable," i grin, "but seriously i can talk more if you like falling asleep to my voice," i suggest,

"no it's okay," he smiles, "i just like it when you're big arms aren't there to hold me,"

"well we can't have that now can we?" i smirk pullling him impossibly close and wrapping my entire body around him, his giggles gently fade away as he falls asleep.

i watch him until his break is steady and his body is completely limp in my arms, when i know he won't wake up i slip out of bed and pad towards one's nursery where i find her happily playing with her toys, "hi love bug," i smile gently reaching down and picking her up,

"papa," she smiles,

"you wanna help papa make dinner?" i ask, she nods, happily playing with my hair,

i take her out to the kitchen and sit her on the counter away from any knives, heat or valuable objects she can break and explain to her what we're gonna make, steak with ratatouille and mashed potatoes mainly because we to costco the week before the party and bought a bunch of discount steak since george craves them a lot,

i give ivy the job of mashing potatoes wich she does amazingly while i prepare the rest of the dinner. i cut a couple slices of our large steaks to give to ivy and her and i sit at the table talking about our day as george's food stays warm in the oven until he wants it.

once ivy finishes eating i put my plate next to george's in the oven to stay warm while i sit with ivy as she plays with her doll's explaining to me in great detail all the personality's of the new ones she's got for her birthday so i can get it spot on next time she wants me to play with her, i sit with her coming up with different voices that always make her giggle, i adore the sound of her laugh.

when ivy gets to tired to play i take her back to her room and read her a story as she falls asleep. i then take mine and george's food on a lap tray into our bedroom where he's still sleeping, "georgie i got you some food," i whisper, i watch as his tired eyes flutter open to meet mine, i flick on the light and walk to the bed placing the trap tray between us and giving him a soft kiss,

"this looks amazing," he smiles,

"ivy helped," i smile,

"so did you  have fun today?" he asks snuggling into me as he eats,

"it was great," i tell him them continue to explain everything that happened as he listens and eats,

"what do you do?" i ask once i'm done talking,

"nothing really just lounge around, talk to the baby a little," he giggles,

"are you excited for the scan it's only like two weeks away," i grin, i glance to him to see his looking away absentmindedly, my face falls when i realise what happened at our last scan when the lights were dimmed and we sit in silence as a nurse struggled to find a heartbeat and our lives were plunged into possibly the worst dark patch we've ever had, "that's not gonna happen again," i whisper, "you're both healthy, you've still got all your symptoms and you've even got a little bump," i assure him,

"i'm scared," he cries, i move our plates to the beside table then let him cry into my chest in the middle of the huge bed pulling him under the silky duvet,

"i've got you baby," i promise him as he muffed his sobs with my shirt, he looks so fragile like this, six weeks pregnant with a tiny bump and so much baggage from the last pregnancy,

"it's would've been a boy," he tells me still teary eyed as flushed as he looks up at my from my chest,

"you think?" i smile,

"i know," he corrects, "he could've been like you're little mini me and you could've-"

"hey sweetie, i'm never gonna be mad at you just because the only sun we have right now is passed on," i cut him off already knowing the dark rabbit hole he's falling down,

"my baby," he whimpers looking like a wounded puppy, i hold him until this wave of tears dies down then try to prevent any more, he already looks so weak, all he wants is a healthy baby and now the mere idea of going to that scan is causing him to crumble in my arms.

"you feel any better?" i ask about half an hour after his last fit of sobs,

"'m tired," he admits as i pull him closer and lay us both down on the mattress, "can you talk to me?" he muffles into my chest,

"about what?" i ask gently,

"like when i was pregnant with ivy, when you told me all the things i had to look forward to," he blushes, i smile and nod,

"okay, so it's gonna be winter when you have the baby wich means when you get all big you can just wrap up in a cozy blanket and sleep, and we're gonna have a home birth, so no one we don't want there can just show up, and i can be with you holding you hand every step of the way, i can lie with you, or hold you, or be holding your hand, and my mom and dad can come up and look after ivy and then when the baby's born you can just go straight to bed and curl up together and i'll cook for you can you can enjoy the newborn smell, and when they're legs are all scrunched up because their used to being inside you, and dressing them in those tiny clothes, and when you introduce them to ivy," i glance down to see george is already fast asleep with a soft smile listening to me talking, i give him a quick peck on the cheek then turn off the lights and fall asleep right next to him, dreaming of the scenarios i was imagining.

(soz for the lack of updates recently it's exam session for me, hopefully the fact i've been flirting with the professor all year with help tho)