Ruben Dias - One Shots (Second edition)

Not Ready Part 5

Readers sister dies in a tragic car accident, leaving reader and her boyfriend Ruben in the urgent custody of her niece and nephew. Readers life is suddenly flipped upside-down since having children hadn't been the plan for her and Ruben's life together. At least not now when his football career was reaching such a great height.

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If Manchester City were playing at home you were expected to be there, supporting your boyfriend. At least that's what the other players' girlfriends were doing.

You sat amongst the WAG's without a ring. But after sitting through ninety minutes of comparing vacation pictures on Instagram, you felt that you might have more in common with the married women and their children. Although you and Ruben hadn't talked about starting a family yet, your relationship felt closer to that stage than a stage where the two of you are only in it for a good time.

"It's a victory. Everyone's going out to celebrate, are you coming?" One of the girl's asked you. Perhaps she was Joško's new boe. She was sweet but a real party girl. You ended up accepting her offer, for the subconscious reason that letting loose on a dance floor might be enough to fill the emptiness inside of you. At least for the moment.

"I'm gonna get another drink." You shouted in Ruben's ear.

"You sure?"

"Yes, I want one. I can handle it." He let you go, but kept an eye on you as you made your way across the dance floor towards the bar. The club you had gone to was a real Posh Fest, playing none of the music that you liked. However, all Ruben's friends were there and they seemed to be having a great time.

"One shot of patron please!" You felt ridiculous, peering over a dozen heads just to hand the bartender your debit card. He swiped it, the price outrageous for one shot, but at least tequila was handed to you with a complementary slice of lime. You carried it across the room, carefully balancing the glass as not to spill its content. But that's when you felt your phone buzz in your purse, forcing you to down the shot right where you stood, before answering the call.

"Hello, mom?" You exited the club just to get away from the noise. However, no one was heard on the other end of the line, or at least they weren't saying anything.

"Emmy?" A feeling in your gut told you that it was her and when a low sniffle sparked in your ear, you just knew. "Oh Emmy."

"Auntie Y/N, can you please come and get us?"

"Sweetie, you know I can't do that. We've been over this."

The children lived with your parents in Bournemouth now and they were expected to start school soon. You often called to check on them, no doubt missing having them around.

"I wanna live with you and Uncle Ruben."

"Baby, I know you do." You crossed the street, a Seven Eleven up ahead. There you took a seat by a table near a window, with a view of the club and the many people fighting to get in. "We promise to come visit you in the summer." You said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible.

"But summer is so far away." She cried. A squeal that cut like knives in your ear.

"I'm so sorry Emmy, but you and your brother are going to have to get used to it down there with Grandma and Grandpa. At least until your dad feels better." Or better yet, check himself out of rehab. Turns out that Liza's husband had struggled with alcohol addiction for most part of his life. However, your sister had never mentioned anything about it to you before. It was not like her. Nevertheless, Emmy and Vale's dad was not allowed to see them until he had gone through a rehabilitation program, completing it.

"Auntie Y/N...."

"Yes, sweetie?"

"I miss mommy."

Your heart ached. A painful throb. However, you had to compose yourself. For Emmy. "I miss her too." You spoke with no air in your lungs. All of you empty. "So much."

"I have to go to bed now. Goodnight."

"Goodnight baby. Talk to you—" The line went flat before you could finish the sentences. A silent beat drumming in your ear.....

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