A/N : This is for Littlemissunnoticed !! I hope you like it! I'm sorry it's short! I was having majors writers block! ❤️✨
A smirk rests on my lips as my husband stares at my jersey with a look of playful disgust. His bright eyes flicker up to meet mine. He runs his hand through his fluffy brown hair as he speaks.
"No way!" He groans. "There's no way you're wearing that jersey to the game."
"Why?" I cross my arms and raise a confident eyebrow. "I can wear whatever I want too."
"But it's not my jersey!" He whines. "It's Manchester United. How could you?" He dramatically gasps.
"You've known for ages I support United. You knew this day would come."
He steps forward and wraps his arms around me. His warm skin touches mine as his delicious minty scent seeps into my nose. "I thought I would've seduced you by now...you know...to support Manchester City."
He wiggles his eyebrows and seductively traces his fingers down my arms. I send him a cute smile whilst pushing him out of my way. He stumbles back and his jaw drops.
"Paige!"
"Yes, John?" I look over my shoulder at him while I stand at our doorway.
"Pweeettyyy pleassseee!" He drops to his knee's.
I suck in a breath. "Let me think."
His eyes enlarge in hope.
My grin says it all. "No."
His whole body falls onto the hardwood and he covers his face. "This woman is going to kill me."
"Mommy? Daddy?" I hear our son question. I turn to my feet and find him looking at us with a confused expression. His big, innocent, eyes are full of twinkling bewilderment.
"Yes, love?" I bend down to his height as John scooches over to us.
"What jersey should I wear?"
John and I share a look of discomfort.
"Well," John begins, "It's up to you, Alfie."
"I don't know what to pick though." He sighs. "I want to wear daddy's jersey, but I also want to match with mommy. This is hard."
"It'd be easier if someone wore my jersey." John mumbles. I shove him in his stomach.
"Honey, no matter what jersey you pick, we will both love you. You can pick whatever one." I rub his hair.
He smiles delightfully. "I want to wear daddy's jersey."
A sly smirk rises on my husband's lips. "That's my boy." He picks Alfie up and spins him around, making him squeal. "Your mommy is clearly in the wrong jersey."
"Mhm." I squint my eyes. "Well, when Manchester United wins, I don't think you'll be saying that."
"She told youuuu." Alfie gasps.
"She did." John smiles. "How about we go get her."
My eyes widen. "No, no, no..."
"Yes, yes, yes..." John raises his brows.
"GET HER!" They both yell.
I dart out of the room with the two of them chasing me. I try escaping, but John grabs onto me and we fall softly onto the floor.
"We got you, mommy!" Alfie giggles.
"You did!" I kiss his cheek. "You got me!"
"Alright, you two." John claps his hands. "It's time for the Manchester Derby. Let's get this show on the road!"
We all get the car ready and head to the stadium. It's going to be one wicked game.
