•soccer imagines•

14• david beckham

The day had come that my plan was going to finally come to fruition. Granted, I had only been planning it in my mind for the last 48 hours, I couldn't help but feel giddy and proud of myself that I was finally going to be able to get back at David after being subjected to his constant pranks and tricks.

There was the time I opened the dryer to find all of my white shirts now turned a faded shade of pink. I had found countless fake spiders in my bed no matter my fear of the creatures and how I was immediately in hysterics much to my husband's delight.

He found a way to prank me so seamlessly that I had to get back at him. I just needed to pick the right time and the right time was now.

Unfortunately I had exhausted my innocent pranks over the years and they never seemed to get him flustered. Like the time I had his car removed from the parking lot before he returned to it after shopping for a few hours. He didn't bat an eyelash before he was calling my phone while I hid nearby to instruct me to bring his car back and that I hadn't done such a good job at making sure he hadn't seen me present at the stores.

So now I knew for sure I had to go dramatic and what was the most dramatic way to get my husband flustered?

Him thinking I could possibly be cheating on him.

I know, I know. That is even past dramatic but the way his attitude went from 0 to 100 when a grocer even looked me in my eyes before handing me one of my bags let me know that was the easiest way to get his mind out of whack. I just had to keep my fingers crossed that he wouldn't find a way to place the divorce papers on my desk before I could tell him he had been punked.

My first step was to send an 'accidental' text message to David's phone, pretending to have meant to send it to another man. I even inserted a fake name and a playful wink as I talked of not being able to wait any longer until I could see this mystery man before my husband made it home.

I was just hoping my husband was falling for my message.

I knew he would be home soon from grabbing lunch so I rushed upstairs, trying to set up the scene. I hit the shower head in the bathroom on and let the loud noise of the shower water infiltrate our bedroom. I lit a few candles on our nightstand to set up a romantic scene, as if me and this man may have made our way from the bedroom to the bathroom for a quick clean shower.

I grabbed for a few stray pieces of clothing from my dresser and tossed them messily to the floor as if they were discarded in a heated passion rather than from me just pulling the neatly folded clothes onto the ground.

I could barely contain my laugh as I thought to what may possibly be his reaction. Remembering I had a small camera, I grabbed for it and set it up nearby and pointed it in the direction of the door, hitting the record button and hiding it discreetly behind something else so David could not see I was recording his reaction. If this was going to be epic, I had to capture it.

It seemed like forever that I sat on my bed waiting to hear the door downstairs creep open and have my husband's steps rush inside but when I did hear him come home I quickly ran into the bathroom, hiding behind the door.

Part of me wanted to fake out moans but I knew that if I did I would just break out into hysterical laughter so I instead remained quiet hidden out of view.

I could hear his footsteps as he moved about up the stairs, calling my name to which I offered no response and when I heard him enter the room I placed my hand over my mouth so as to stifle my laughter. He didn't speak again which I assumed meant he was too busy caught of taking in the messy scene on the floor but when he did finally speak, my eyes widened.

"I guess this is the camera my wife is using to record my ridiculous reaction to her prank, huh?"

Rather than remaining where I was, I rushed out of the bathroom and to the bedroom to see David now facing me with his arms crossed and a proud smirk outlining his features. I groaned in disappointment immediately and my shoulders slouched.

"You're pathetic but I do find your attempts adorable," he chuckled. He began to walk towards me but I held out my hands to stop him, far too mad that I couldn't have pulled this one off. I thought for sure it was my best idea yet.

"How did you know?" Was all I asked and he shrugged in response.

"What am I good at?" He questioned me.

"Everything? Football, being mesmerizing–"

"And knowing when my wife is trying to prank me." He leaned forward and placed a kiss to my forehead gently. "Maybe next time, champ."

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