~ July 31, 2020 ~
Hallee sighed as she looked out the window. She had been helping Christian move into his apartment in Spain. It was nice. Sabrina was sleeping on the couch, while Morgan was napping in Hallee's arms. She was softly bouncing him. Hallee presses a kiss to his forehead. He looked so much like his father it hurt a little bit.
Arms wrapped around her waist as she was enveloped in Christian's cologne. She leaned back into his arms and closed her eyes. He gently rubbed her arms and kissed her forehead.
"I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault, Christian," Hallee sighed, "I know you'd be in London if you had the option."
"I'm still sorry. This isn't what I thought London would be when I transferred. I wish I could undo it. We'd still be in Dortmund, and we'd be a family."
"We still are a family," Hallee turned and looked at him, "we're just a long distance family."
"I'm so sorry."
"Don't be. Arsenal and Real Sociedad play each other in the Europa League. We'll see each other then," Hallee cracked a small smile.
"Yeah. Are you excited to be working with the women's national team?"
"Oh I'm so excited! It's going to be great!" Hallee smiled, "and Sabrina is excited to see my parents again. I don't think Morgan gets it yet."
"I hate that I'm missing so much. Of both of their milestones," Christian sighed.
"I know. I hate it for you too."
Hallee walked into the second bedroom and laid Morgan down in the crib and covered him with a blanket. Christian and carried Sabrina into the room, and laid her down on the small bed.
Christian turned to Hallee and pulled her closer to him by her waist. He leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers and gently kissed her nose. She rest her arms on his shoulders with her wrists crossed behind his neck. "Come to bed with me, Hallee," Christian said softly.
She leaned up and kissed his lips passionately. She moved one hand to his cheek. He bent down slightly and picked her up by her thighs. The two continued to kiss as Christian walked them to their room.
Little did either of them know, that would be the last time they would be intimate.
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