rosie | griezmann

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a/n: call it a Christmas miracle, but after three entire years, I have decided to update this story. not sure if anyone reads it anymore but i figured I might as well, because i just reread the story and that was a pretty brutal cliffhanger that I wanted to resolve. So, a recap:

Antoine was battling depression while competing in the Euros, Rosie (his ex-therapist and current girlfriend) is pregnant after believing she was infertile for most of her life, and we left off with Erika and Angel (his daughter) getting into a car crash. This is all you need to know to read this chapter, but the past chapters are all so short, you could definitely re-read this story in like an hour if you really wanted rob lol. To anyone reading (hopefully there's like at least one or two of you), Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays!

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Antoine didn't know which was worse: the fact that he'd lost his daughter due to a car crash, or the fact that the action of killing of herself and her daughter was deliberately made by Erika. With such an unspeakable tragedy occurring, Antoine lost his mind—literally.

Even Rosie knew that her therapeutic presence could only do so much for Antoine. She did acknowledge, though, that the only reason Antoine didn't spiral downwards in a perilous spiral was perhaps due to her help. She was, after all, a therapist—she dealt with the worst imaginable cases. Erika's death meant hardly anything to her, and Antoine didn't grieve as much for the mother of his child, either.

But Angel. Sweet Angel, who hadn't lived to see her second year of life. Antoine's beloved daughter and the light of his life was ripped away from him in the most cruel and unjust manner; and worst of all was the fact that he could get absolutely no justice for it. Rosie, too, had come to love the toddler like her own; her death had shaken the couple to their core.

Months passed since the fatal accident, but it might as well have been days. Rosie remained, faithfully, by Antoine's side through it all. But to say that it was difficult would be an understatement. It was one thing to have a patient dealing with a traumatic death; another to have a fiancée dealing with the traumatic death of his own child. And to deal with the trauma you felt as well, while pregnant with that fiancés next child.

Antoine had been rendered a complete mess again, and Rosie knew it was within his rights to be one. The nights were filled with agonizing screams from nightmares that the Frenchman had, only for him to wake up to a reality that was far worse than his dreams. He faced multiple health complications, seeing as Rosie struggled immensely to get him to eat and go outside and exercise every day. Of course his national and club teams understood the circumstances, giving him as much time as he needed to mourn the loss of his child.

But what about Rosie herself? She was pregnant with a child that she knew Antoine wouldn't be capable or ready to raise, now that they'd lost Angel. The stress from mourning wasn't beneficial to her pregnancy at all, given that the pregnancy in itself was a medical miracle. And seeing as she had to take care of everyone around her, she no longer had anyone to take care of or check on her.

Several more months passed in which her and Antoine attempted to keep a grip on their relationship, but things simply weren't the same. Rosie was still the love of his life, but he often failed to remember it. So Rosie lived day to day waiting for him, praying that she wouldn't be waiting for the rest of her life.

Rosie woke up on this particular morning before Antoine, as she always did. Her fiancé slept on average for eleven hours, meaning she still had around two hours to prepare his breakfast and figure out their schedule for the day. She made him an omelet and a smoothie, herself just a smoothie, which she'd been craving immensely due to her pregnancy.