Bellingham Imagines

Jude Bellingham - Tragedy (Part 1)

In the coziness of your living room, and you found yourself in the company of your friends – Vini, Maria, his girlfriend and Sophia, a good friend of yours. The ambiance exuded an air of familiarity and comfort, creating the perfect setting for an evening of laughter and conversations.

As you settled into your living room on the couch, Vini couldn't resist teasing Jude, "Mate, get ready for the diaper Olympics. It's a whole new ball game!"

Jude chuckled, "I've been practicing my ninja diaper changing skills. (Y/N)'s the real MVP here, though."

You, radiant and relaxed, playfully nudged him, "Oh, stop it. We're in this together, right?"

Sophia, with a mischievous grin, chimed in, "Remember, sleep is a luxury now. But the love you'll feel? Totally priceless."

Maria, added, "Imagine our little ones growing up together, creating their own squad. Mini soccer matches in the backyard – future superstars in the making!"

Jude, with a twinkle in his eye, envisioned the scene, "I'll be their coach, of course. Team Bellingham-(Y/N) for the win!"

Vini, lifting his glass in a toast, declared, "Here's to sleepless nights, endless love, and the best squad goals. Cheers!"

Glasses clinked and the evening unfolded with stories of adventures.

As the evening wore on, you excused herself, making your way to the kitchen with a few glasses in your hand.

Jude, protective as always, quickly rose from his seat. "Hey, love, let me handle that. You've been on your feet all day," he insisted, reaching for the glasses you held.

You chuckled, appreciating his protectiveness. "Jude, it's just a few glasses. I've got this."

He flashed a reassuring smile, "I know you've got it, but indulge me, alright? You're growing a tiny human; let me take care of the little things."

Despite Jude's protective instincts kicking in, you playfully resisted his offer. "Jude, I appreciate the chivalry, but I've got this," you insisted, holding onto the glasses.

He grinned, appreciating your independence, "Alright, Superwoman. Just promise you'll take it easy."

You winked, "No worries, Captain Charming. I've mastered the art of glass-carrying."

As you were carrying the glasses into the kitchen, you suddenly felt a subtle tremor in your hands.

As you approached the dishwasher, you hesitated for a moment, your fingers fumbling slightly with the glasses.

Jude, sensing a shift, followed you into the kitchen, concern etching his features. "Everything okay, love?" he asked, gently placing a hand on your shoulder.

You, trying to brush it off, forced a smile, "Yeah, just a momentary shake. No big deal."

Jude, however, could read you well. "Let me help," he offered, taking the glasses from your hands.

You, grateful for his support, nodded. "Thanks, Jude. It's just a weird moment, I guess."

He loaded the glasses into the dishwasher, giving you a reassuring look. "Take it easy, okay? If you need a break, just say the word."

You appreciated his understanding, "I will, promise. I'm sure it's just one of those pregnancy quirks, I guess."

As Jude finished loading the glasses, you shared a quiet moment in the kitchen. His supportive presence eased your momentary unease.

But your hands continued to tremble, and an unexpected chill ran through you. Concern deepened in Jude's eyes as he noticed the persistent shaking.

"Baby, are you sure you're okay?" he asked, genuine worry lacing his voice.