in this forever - dnf football au

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(thought i'd add before this as a victim of sexual assault , i believe george us innocent. catis friend group is so clearly bias, and have probably manipulated her into coming forward and calling it sa, honestly this hurts as a victim that terms like this have been thrown around so loosely. i'd also like to add this is completely separate from the wilbur situation, and i fully support shelby)

dreams pov:

i'm filled with dread when i wake up the next morning, george is asleep beside me, my head in nuzzled into his chest, i assume he'll be woken by morning sickness soon so i don't wake him, i sleep out of bed and pad to the kitchen to make oatmeal so i can wake george and ivy up with breakfast already made, but when their both still asleep i eat mine by myself since i'm abit tight for time.

i walk back to our bedroom and find george hunched over the toilet vomiting, i quickly walk to his side and crouch down beside him rubbing his back, "poor thing," i mutter,

"go get ready you're gonna be late," he tells me, through gags,

"no i've got plenty of time i just have to get dressed," i assure him, as he finally wipes his face and leans against me,

i wrap an arm around him and place a kiss on the crown of his head, "there's oatmeal in the kitchen if you're hungry," i tell him,

but neither of us make any attempt at moving until we hear ivys voice call out "dada, papa," on the baby monitor,

"i'll get her, you get all dolled up," he teases, gently squeezing my cheek and getting up, once he's gone i stand up a go to find what i'm gonna wear, i chose a pair of dark jeans and a white shirt and add the gold football cuff links as a little touch,

i gather my stuff then set off saying goodbye to george who's sitting at the kitchen island feeding ivy oatmeal.

the drive to the city is the same as it usually is and i thank god that the jets don't train in the extremely urban areas.

the press is repetitive and loud, with three hours of sports reporters asking questions in a conference room with my new manager and coach beside me and then four hours of solo interviews, then finally another three hour dinner with the manager of the team.

i can tell the older man was clearly born and raised in new york from his thick accent, we get along quite well and he seems very progressive for a many that could easily pass for a mob boss.

my day ends at nine and i'm still faced with three hours of driving to get home, i listen to some on the radio stations playing my interview and cringe a little at some of the things i said.

when i get home the lights in the open plan kitchen are off, through candle light i can see george and ivy curled up on the couch together, there is an empty bucket of popcorn beside them and a mess of ivys toys across the floor, there's two plates still placed on the counter and as i approach i see that george is holding ivys bottle in one hand.

he had told me he was going to have a daddy daughter date night with her after they had gone to see spirit and even though the room is a mess i like how i can see exactly what they got up to that night.

i squat down beside ivy and gently pick her up to carry her to bed, "dada?" she mumbles,

"it's papa vee," i whisper, i'm gonna get you ready for bed, you fell asleep on top of dada," i explain, but she's already back asleep on my shoulder,

i bring her to her nursery and lay her on her changing table as i find her pyjamas, once she's changed i place her into bed with her favourite stuffed animal then go to take care of george, i pick him up with similar ease to how i picked up ivy but he stays dead asleep, i carry him to out bedroom and place him on our bed, i strip him down and take a second to admire just how gorgeous his pregnant body is, so warm and nurturing as it creates life,