Football Imagines

Zlatan Ibrahimović: Last goodbye

He held unto your waist defensively as you both slept. Well he was asleep but you weren't.
You were thinking about how in the morning, the love of your life was going to jet off to England and leave you alone. Again.
You turned around slowly to face him. He didn't wake up.

"Zlatan....." you whispered.
He didn't stir. You held unto your husband's cheek. You didn't want him to go. The problem was you couldn't go too. You were now working full time in Paris and there was no turning back.

He was going to leave you.
You put your nose against his. You kept it there for a while before beginning to turn.
"(Y/n)..." he whispered.
You stopped and turned back to face him.
"Yes?" you asked.
He didn't say anything. You were about to turn back when you felt his lips crash against yours. You kissed him back, enjoying every minute of it.

"Don't worry my (y/n)," he said softly "this isn't goodbye."
"Of course this isn't goodbye. Baby ibrahimović will need his daddy when he's born won't he," you said.
At once his eyes shot open.

"Are you?....."
You nodded smiling.
All of a sudden he released your waist and jumped up, off the bed.
"I'm going to be a dad! I'm going to have a baby zlatan!" he screamed.
You lay on the bed laughing.
He attacked your stomach with kisses.
"what if it's a baby (y/n)?" you asked.

"Daddy will love her all the same," he said "And her mummy too."
"I love you too Ibracadabra," you said.
That night you fell asleep in the arms of d love of your life. It was an amazing feeling, especially with your husband stroking your stomach and baby ibrahimović in it.

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