Don't Fight It.

Chapter Forty-Four

Chapter 44:

The team woke up and got on the plane to Montreal. Alex fell asleep on Tobin's shoulder almost immediately. The plane landed so Tobin needed to wake her up.

"Hmm babe, wake up." Tobin mumbled into Alex's hair.

"No." She complained, burying herself deeper into Tobin's neck.

"I'm going to the pitch later today after we get to the hotel." Tobin hummed out.

"You do realize it's our off day and we have recovery later?" Alex quietly said looking up at Tobin.

"I know. You wanna come? I'll beat your butt in 1v1." Tobin smirked at her.

"Ugh." Alex groaned knowing she can't turn down competition. "What time?"

"Whenever we get to the hotel."

"Okay. Okay. Back to bed then." Alex yawned, curling back into Tobin.

"Nope babe. We landed so get up." She laughed shaking her girlfriend off of her and standing up.

"Meanie."

The team got to the hotel and Tobin left smiling to go get their coffees and Alex changed into one of Tobin's UNC tshirts.

"One mocha latte." Tobin grinned, handing Alex's hers.

"Where's yours?" She asked sipping hers.

"Drank it on the way back. Let me change and we'll catch a taxi over."

Tobin quickly changed into a U.S. Soccer shirt and some shorts before throwing on her tennis shoes.

"Ready?" She asked.

Alex nodded while grabbing her soccer ball, taking her hand before leaving the room.

The pitch was only about a five minute drive so they got there pretty fast.

Tobin paid the driver and quickly thanked him.

"Do you think we should have told Jill that we were going here?"

"Nah I saw HAO on my way to get coffee and I told her where we were going."

Alex shrugged and started lacing up her boots as Tobin sat next to her, doing the same.

"Are those new cleats?" Alex questioned as she noticed how bright her's were.

"Yeah."

"Why did you get new ones? You barely had the other pair for a month."

"Cause I customized these." She smirked lifting up the cleat that she hasn't put on yet to show Alex.

In blue lettering on the heel, it was inscribed with "A.P.M."

"You got my initials?" Alex asked running her fingers over the letters.

"Yeah I hope that's okay." Tobin said shyly.

"I love it. And I love you." She smiled, leaning over kissing her gently.

"Good." Tobin smirked, finishing lacing up her boots. "Because I'm about to beat your butt."

Tobin rolled the ball out and started messing around with it waiting for Alex to finish.

"No way babe." She smirked back standing up.

The couple started by just passing the ball back and forth.

Luckily, the pitch was gated and so no photographers could get in but slowly reporters were surrounding the fence, taking pictures of them.