Football Imagines!

Sergio Agüero-He Holds Your Baby

It was two in the morning, and you'd just finished delivering your baby girl, whom you and Sergio agreed on naming Laila Agüero. The hospital room was beginning to be a familiar place to you, and the sense of boredom was beginning to be your personality.
You were in a lot of mental and emotional pain, having given birth without you're husband by your side.
To be fair to him, you weren't even due until next month, and he was travelling in Europe with the teammates when he got a call. He hated just being away from you while you were pregnant, but he couldn't cancel going having fun with the boys.
He was planning on taking off next week, but now he's just touched down on a plane coming from Finland and says he's on his way here now.
"Mrs. Agüero," a nurse knocks on the door to your room, "I think she's ready to be fed. Do you want me to bring her in from the nursery?"
To be completely honest, you couldn't wait to hold your newly born daughter, since you spend nine months carrying her around and when she's finally here they take her away into the nursery. But you wanted to wait for Sergio.
"No, not yet. I want to wait for Sergio. He just texted and said he got a cab from the airport," you inform her.
"Mrs. Agüero, babies can't wait forever to be fed," she seemed rather impatient, trying her hardest to be polite.
"I know, but, just a little longer. Please?"
She pauses, considering.
"Alright," she gives in, "a little longer. I'll be back here in five minutes and if he's not here yet, I'm bringing her in any ways."
You nod and watch as she exits the room, then you lean back on the hospital bed and sigh. You keep checking your phone, seeing if Sergio texted you since he said he would when he arrives at the hospital. But your screen was blank.
I swear to god Sergio, please tell me you're almost here.
You type.
He responds almost immediately.
I am. I swear.
You stare at the ceiling and silently pray to yourself that Sergio will get here before -
"Mrs. Agüero," the nurse calls from the doorway. "It's been five minutes."
You groan. "Bring her here."
As soon as she sets Laila down in your arms, all thoughts of waiting dissapeared. She was the most angelic and beautiful creature you've ever pushed out of your vagina-- not that you've ever pushed out other creatures, but that's beside the point.
You pull up your hospital gown and begin breast feeding her, cupping the back of her head with your palm. You had never done it before and expected it to be really painful, but it was surprisingly easy.
You continue to feed her for quite a long time before there was a knock at the door.
"Laura! Are you in there?" You hear Sergio boom from outside. You instantly sit up and stare at the door.
"Sergio??"
"Laura!" He yells back when he comes running in.
"Sergio!'
'Laura!!"
It felt like that scene from Titanic where Jack was all chained up to the pole because they thought he'd stolen the necklace, and Rose comes running in to save him. Except this time he was just staring at your boob and the child sucking on it, which was a twist in the story.
"Oh my god I'm so happy to see you, and her," he squeals as he looks down at Laila and rubs her head. "She's so small!"
"Isn't she?" You look down at her, watching Sergio cup her tiny head in his palm. "It's crazy, because while I was pushing and pushing, she felt so big, and I kept thinking-"
"Laura, spare me the details please. My job is to put things in there, not listen to you talk about pushing things out," he cringes, his face inches from yours.
"You're so gross! Can you not sex-talk in front of our child, please?" You laugh.
"That reminds me, can I hold her?"
You look down at Laila, and decide she was probably almost done. But you didn't want to give her up just yet.
"I guess so," you nod as you pull her off and she smacks her lips, opening up her little eyes.
"Aw!" You coo, "she's awake!!"
Sergio reaches over and pulls her away from you, but holds her gently close to your stomach.
"Hi, Laila. Hi sweetie pie!" Sergio baby-talks to her. "Aw, Laura I think...I think I'm going to cry. Oh god," he hands her back to you and uses his shirt collar to wipe his eyes.
"Aw, baby! You're really are crying!"
"I know, she's just so...we made that." He reaches for your hand and tightly wraps his hand around your knuckle, keeping his eyes on Laila.
"C-can I hold her again?" He asks before biting his lip.
You nod and pass her over one more time.
"Baby girl," he sings quietly, "we're going to teach you how to play football; and order a pizza; and reject boys; and say you abc's...oh my god Laura," he looks at you, "I'm a dad! We're parents! This is so exciting!" He squeezes your hand even tighter.
"I love my girls," he softly whispers as he kisses Laila's forehead and then leans over and kisses your cheek.
"Thank you Jesus for this life, oh my god." He smiles through his tears.

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