Mias POV:
'How was your first night as a soon to be Lingard?' Katie smirked at me the next morning.
'Let's face it. She was always a soon to be Lingard.' Paige Smiled sitting down next to me at the breakfast table.We spoke about our little holiday, and the surprise but it was soon ruined when Harry, Raheem and Jesse all came down for breakfast too.
We were done but went to sit with them anyway.
'You alright?' Eric asked me.
'Yeah, thank you.' I Smiled.
'Are you sure?' My brother asked me.
'Yeah?' I Asked.
Why were they all judging me so bad.
'Okay, good.' Jesse Smiled, moving his hand to my thigh and squeezing it.
After about half hour we all made our way back upstairs and got changed.
You could really tell I was pregnant by now.'Wowww, look at them.' Jess Smiled at me moving his hands onto my stomach. A second later the babies kicked.
'Woah, did you see that?' I Asked.
He was confused and shook his head.
I grabbed his hand again and moved it onto my stomach.
They kicked again.
'Oh my, Marcus!' Jesse Shouted.
I rolled my eyes. I knew exactly what he was going to say.
'What's up?' He Asked running into the room.
'Footballers!' He exclaimed pointing to my stomach.
Marcus felt it too. And then Dele. Soon everyone had felt the baby kick. They were abit freaked out too.
'But, how does it kick but not like, hurt?' Kieran asked me, using weird hand gestures to try and explain himself.
'Well it does.' I nodded.
'Do you need painkillers?' Jess asked jumping up off the bed. Dele was shocked by his sudden reaction and I started to laugh.
'I'm good thank you babe.' I Smiled.He nodded and sat down besides me again, putting his hand ontop of mine.
'That's weird.' Said Kieran shivering abit. I laughed and kissed him on the forehead. He was my closest friend by far, excluding Marcus and I was mad for him.
I would do anything to help him and he was the cutest. He still acted like the little Kieran I met 8 years ago.We got up and spent the day around Disney. Weirdly my life felt a lot better now I was a soon to be.
'Do your parents know?' I Asked Jess.
He shook his head.
'Let's call them before we go to dinner.' I Smiled.
'Good idea, and your dad?' He Asked.
'I dunno where he is or his number or..' I started.
'I do.' He Smiled.
Let's do it.His parents were over the moon and his mum cried as expected.
It was my turn.
'Hey dad.' I smiled down the camera.'
'Hey sweetie, are you and Jess okay?' He Asked.
'Yeah, we have some things to tell you.' I Said.
'Okay, but you better not be pregnant.' He Said, fully seriously.
I moved out of the sight of the camera looking at Jesse.
'What do we do?' I whispered.
'Are you still there?' My dad asked through the phone. Jess pulled me back in and smiled.
'Okay, so we got engaged last night.' He Smiled.
'Really? That's great news, congratulations to you both.' My dad clapped.
'And I'm also pregnant.' I blurted out.
'Your lying?' He Asked, angrily.
I didn't know what to say.'Just one?'
'Two.' I sad looking down.
The weirdest thing happened.
'I'm so happy please let me come and see them,' He Smiled.
I was speechless.
'You thought I didn't want them? Course I would. No matter what happens I'll always be your dad and I promise from now on I'll be there for you more. And my grandkids. You and Jess are there for eachother now and I won't be here forever.' He smiled sadly.
I started to cry and Jess wiped a tear from my face.My dad was crying too.
'Thank you so much dad.' I smiled.
'Thank you so much Mia.' He Replied.
'I always wanted to make you proud.'
'And you always do no matter how little or much you try.' He smiled blowing me a kiss.
'Come and see me, just before I go on holiday, next week?' I Asked.
'Anything you want.' He Smiled.
'I'll see you then.'
'I love you Mia.'
'I love you dad.'
'I love you Jess.' My dad said.
'I love you too.'
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Only you/Jesse Lingard (C)
FanfictionSister to Dele alli, Mia alli, who goes by the name of Mia A, searches to pursue her dream of a dancer. She stumbles upon her brothers handsome best friend. He promises to be there for her. But is he up for the challenge? (Played by whoever)