From Barcelona To...

Chapter 133 - I've Got Your Back

2 Months Later...

Ellies P.O.V

So quite a bit has happened in the last couple of months, I have now moved back home with Leah and Archie, although we spoke about it at Christmas, I didn't officially move back in until around a month ago. Leah and I both sat down and discussed it a few times, of course I wanted nothing more than to be back home, but I wanted to make sure it was the right thing, for all of us, so around 4 weeks after Christmas, I was technically always at the house any way, we decided it was time for me to go back home, permanently and so I did. The apartment I had was only rented so it meant I didn't have the hassle of having to sell it or anything. I honestly didn't realise, until I moved back home, how lonely I had felt since I moved out, and just how much I had missed them both, and although it was the right thing to do at the time and I think in the long run, it was the best thing for our family, it does feel so good to be back home with them both. 

I'm also officially back in full training with the first team now, finalllyyyyyy, and have been for the past couple of weeks. We are still taking it slow, but hopefully I will be back on the pitch soon, it's not about the stability of my ankle anymore, it's now about building up confidence, fitness and re-integrating with the team. I can't actually believe it's been a whole year since I first broke my ankle. Too long. But in terms of the initial prognosis and estimations of a return from my set backs, I've actually done pretty well to be back training with the full team at this point. I'm not going to lie though, I'm itching to get back out there now. It was almost easier not training with the team. To train hard all week with all the girls and not have my name on the team sheet is and will be a real blow, but I know I need to be patient. My time will come. 

In other news, we also celebrated Archies first birthday and guess what? We have a walker! He took his first little steps a couple of days before his birthday. I'd like to say his first steps were some magical moment, but actually we were all rushing around in the morning, trying to get ready to leave the house, as I was packing my bag in the kitchen, Leah packing Archies, I happened to glance over at Archie who was, originally, stood on the spot watching TV and in that very moment I glanced over, he looked over at Leah and I and took not one, not two but three steps towards us before falling to his feet. Leah and I both screaming in excitement as we rushed over to him, which actually just scared him half to death as he burst out crying wondering what the hell was going on. But since that moment he's been unstoppable, I thought I had to have eyes in the back of my head when he crawled, but fuck me, I need eyes in the back, in the sides, every fucking where! I wouldn't change it though and of course, I put a soft football at his feet at any opportunity, start him early!

Not only is he now 1 and a walker, but we also took the huge step of putting him into nursery...

Flashback:

"I think I've changed my mind" Leah says as we pull into the nursery car park

"Babe..." I cock my head to one side, resting it on the head rest as I face her "We discussed this. He will love it, it's only for a few hours"

"I know but..." Leah spins her head to look at Archie who is sat in the back, happy as Larry, occupying himself with a toy "He's still a baby"

"You're not are you big man" I too look back at Archie, taking hold of Leah's hand, gently squeezing to reassure her "Are you ready to go to nursery little legs?"

"Taaaa" Archie says, making Leah and I burst out laughing

"Fuck sake" Leah mumbles between the laughs "This is your fault"

'Ta' is Archies favourite word at the moment, he says it in answer to everything, in the most Yorkshire accent, which obviously makes me proud as punch and I'm definitely holding onto it for as long as I can until he eventually starts speaking in a southern accent (my poor boy!).