rosie | griezmann

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"Antoine, you look exhausted." Paul rose his eyebrows at the Frenchman during their last training in preparation for their first Euros match. "Just how late were you up last night?"

Antoine collapsed onto the turf, dramatically. Paul rolled his eyes and Antoine groaned, "Extremely late."

"For all the right reasons, I hope." Dimitri snickered a little, falling next to Antoine. "I heard Rosie was in town now."

Antoine sat up with a smile. "She is. And as much as I wish it was, Dimitri, that is not why I was up late. It's just," He sighed. "Who knew that planning a wedding could be so exhausting?"

"I did." Olivier joined the group, "Jen and I took nearly three years to plan ours."

"Well," Antoine rose his eyebrows. "Rosie and I want to get married right away." Antoine glanced at Dimitri. "How long did it take you and Ludivine to plan?"

"Hey, you have to ask her." Dimitri held his hands up. "All I did was hand her the credit card and she and a wedding planner took care of the rest."

Antoine rose his eyebrows. Paul spoke. "If I were you, Antoine, I wouldn't rush things. I mean, have you two even been together for a year?"

Antione placed his head on his knees. "We haven't been dating for a year, but we've known each other for a year." He bit his lip.

Laurent clasped his hands together. "Well? How did you guys meet?"

Antoine hadn't really realized that, until this moment, he hadn't told anyone about how he and Rosie met. Maybe it was embarrassing to him at one point, but not anymore—he evidently felt like the luckiest man on the planet, and this was all thanks to her anyways. Besides, if you were as close to Antoine as the men he was speaking to, then you'd know; Rosie'd worked a miracle on the Frenchman. "She was my therapist." He stated, casually.

Luckily, their reactions were all positive—in fact, Antoine wasn't the only one who seemed to have seen a therapist as of late.

Olivier's mouth fell open. "Are you serious? When Arsène made me go to a therapist, the woman was a grumpy old hag—"

"—Well you're married, anyways. What did it matter?" Laurent interrupted Olivier with a snicker; ever since his cheating scandal they always taunted him like this.

Rolling his eyes, Dimitri jumped into the conversation. "The bottom line is that you, Antoine, completely lucked out."

Antoine shrugged. "Yeah, I know."

"Speaking of Rosie..." Everyone followed Laurent's gaze to the entrance of the training field. There she was, socializing with Jen, Claire, and Ludivine; the players had been so indulged in a discussion about Antoine's fiancée that they didn't even realize their own wives were present.

And even if they did, they didn't acknowledge them. Laurent rose his eyebrows. "Wow. I've never seen her in person."

Paul nodded, "She's tall."

"Not taller than me," Antoine declared, standing up. Rosie was actually a woman of average height—she simply had long legs and wore high heels a lot.

Practically skipping over to the German, Antoine greeted her with a hug and a kiss, not caring that he'd stopped the conversation between her and the other women. "Woah," Rosie chuckled a little. "Someone's happy."

"I'm always happy to see you." Antoine took her hand in his and stepped back, allowing himself to give Rosie a once-over. She wore stilettos and a bodysuit tucked into a denim skirt; Antoine smiled even more and they began to walk away from the other women, Rosie by his side. "So, what's up?"

Rosie paused. "Wait a second—is your team still training? Should you be? I totally didn't mean to interrupt."

Antoine waved a hand, "It doesn't matter, we've been messing around for the past hour." He paused. Allowing his self-conscious side to get the best of him, he bit his lip and spoke. "But did I interrupt? You know, running there and hugging you while Ludivine was talking."

"No, I couldn't be happier that you did it. Honestly, I was getting tired of her debating over whether or not she should get lip injections." Antoine burst into laughter. Rosie smiled a little more. "I came to tell you something else, actually. Something amazing, a complete miracle."

"Alright," Antoine placed his hands on his hips. "Let's hear it, then."

Rosie simply threw her hands in the air and, before thrusting them around Antoine's neck, squealed and spoke. "I'm pregnant, Antoine."

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a/n: hurray!! as you guys can tell this story'll be over soon