Countdown to Christmas. :: Marco Reus.

watch the time as it ticks ::

"We welcome you back to one of our replays of today's matches... Dortmund played Hoffenheim, winning by a score of 1-0... The goal was scored early in the first half by Ilkay Gündogan at the 17th minute...-"

"What are you doing?" Marco slightly limped out of the bathroom, wiping his hands on his shorts. Marco didn't need a reply as his eyes narrowed to the television, with the goal being replayed continously. He was proud, to say the least. Marco sat down on his couch, and Amelia caught a little smile curving from the edge of his lips.

Amelia stooped lower onto the couch and wrapped her arm around his waist, head on his chest. "Aren't you proud? I know you'll be back in the squad in no time, Marco. Just keep resting, and giving it your best. Even though I'm a fan of the top of the table, Dortmund doesn't deserve this, and I know that you guys have the potential to jump back." Marco looked down at her, making eye contact.

"You know," he began. "I sometimes don't know how the heck I met you and why exactly did we start dating."

"Huh?" Marco lifted her chin up to kiss her quickly.

"Because you're beautiful, and I'm nothing." He answered in a gentle tone.

"Marco, you're everything to me. That's why I'm giving my best for you. You're the reason why I strive to become me. Don't ever downgrade yourself. I know you'll come back stronger. I've seen you in soft trainings with them, and I know you're doing the best you can. I love you so much, and-" She was cut off with another kiss again.

"I know, I know." The only sounds in the room left was Marco's sighs and little heartbeat that she could faintly hear. The rest was a blur in the lights above her. Soft hands patted her hair as if something bad had happened; as if this sudden sense of sadness had washed up, but that was quickly dismissed by the melodic beating of the footballer's heartbeat. It drummed away slowly, then quickly then it would resume to its slow speed; listening to it was majestic, almost symphonic.

Amelia closed her eyes and drifted off as she listened to the sounds of his thumping heart. And she knew, her whole entirety had fallen in love with him. The one and only Dortmund 11 - Marco Reus.

...

That evening, Amelia awoke to the smell of steaks and the aroma of lavender candles. A blanket now laid on top of her sleeping form, and the television that once showed color was now dark. Amelia had gotten off the couch, and tip-toed over to the kitchen, where the Dortmund player was busy cooking away, occasionally peeking at the cookbook he had bought two days ago.

"Mr. 11!" She wrapped her arms around his waist as she took his scent in. A little bit of steak on his shirt, and the smell of fresh flowers embodied him. "Why didn't you wake me up? I could've helped you set up dinner."

"No, I didn't want to wake you. You looked so beautiful sleeping." Marco's eyes were fixated on the steaks, of which he was pressing down onto the pan, making little sizzles minute to minute.

Amelia took the time to dash into their room, and pull the third gift from underneath her locked closet. She knew it was the perfect timing to exit the room and present it to Marco when he was finished placing the steak on their own plates.

"Marco," he hummed in response as he placed the plates on their dinner table, a rounded and transparent glass. "Here's your third day present."

"I'm hoping it's not something Bayern Munich related again." Marco joked as he kissed her, parting away a second later and unwrapping the small package in red festive paper. He immediately opened the brown box underneath it all, and his dark green eyes almost drowned itself in tears, as if he had won every league title this season and not suffer his leg injury.

"Do you like it?" Amelia looked up at him, curious.

"No, I love it. Thank you so much, Amelia. I don't even know what I did to ever deserve you. Oh my god..." Marco now held the expensive brown strapped watch on one hand, the box on the floor, and his arms wrapped around his love.

"No, Marco. Thank you. You showed me love and how to love, and I'm forever grateful for that." Amelia nudged her head against his neck, as a sign of affection. The two separated and gave each other a passionate kiss before parting, the purple candles lit and burning on the dinner table in front of them.

"I love you." Amelia whispered, seemingly to nobody.

"I love you too." Marco's lips curved into another genuine smile, the similar one that he showed when he saw Dortmund's victory against Hoffenheim.

"Happy advent, day three."