Countdown to Christmas. :: Marco Reus.

warmth ::

// Amelia //

The bigger surprises lie further into the month. With a few days left until Christmas, it was getting more difficult to reveal any gift at all. Marco was slowly getting those senses: he knew what I was going to gift him, and it was ruining all the surprises.

Marco had left to training this early morning, with a note on the nightstand saying that Mats coming to drive him, leaving an empty space on the left wing of the bed. I rolled over to his side of the soft mattress, my face taking buried in his pillow, trying to take in a whiff of his lavender shampoo and honey conditioner. And the little rose scented candles that he would lit in the hallway of the home, that would eventually seep into his luscious hair.

I had eventually yawned a few more times, and rolled off the bed carefully, landing my feet on the carpeted room. I gathered a pair of jeans and a white tee in hand from my drawer, making my way to the restroom.

Brr!

I groaned. I didn't want to make my way back to the nightstand - but I did it anyway. A message from...

Marco?

My Love ♡ (9:13): turn on TV to EuroSport. Lovr u.

Marco must have typed that message in a hell of a hurry. Everything is shortened, and he even spelled love wrong. But that was the one I loved: the little errors, the little cracks in his voice, and the lavender shampoo with a faint of honey.

I forget the shower, and immediately flip the TV in our living room to EuroSport from RTL; the channel was airing some German melodramatic drama.

The latter was different. EuroSport was airing some tennis match.

...He called me to watch some tennis match?

Some music started to play, like the prelude to the start of a UEFA Champions League match.  The music ended to showcase a female and a male host, sitting in separate chairs, with three more comfortable-looking chairs besides them.

The female host, who introduced herself as Korina started to speak first. "Good morning, Deutschland! The infamous team, Borussia Dortmund has lost their match to Werder Bremen despite a first vital goal from Aubameyang. This match has brought them further down the Bundesliga table, but their injured star, Marco Reus is not losing hope for his hometown team. Tonight, we had the pleasure to invite Reus, Hummels, and Aubameyang to speak with us on EuroSport."

The players started to make their way on the platform, shaking the hands of the hosts respectively by their seating. Then, they were ushered to their three seats. They waved to the broadcasting camera, which was going on live television at that very moment.

The male host, Philipp took over but Korina never stopped smiling at the players sitting in front of her; I wasn't exactly sure if it was her professionalism, or the lust in her eyes. I decided to ignore it, and listened on.

"Welcome on EuroSport Team Talk or the ESTT. It is a pleasure to have you here with us today to talk about everything that's been going on in the media recently." His eyes trailed to Marco. "So let's start with asking about Mr. Reus's ticket violation. That has only hit the news about a day or two ago. What was that all about?"

// Marco //

The guy laughed. He laughed to ease the tension. I felt Mats look at me with these weird eyes, as if to hurry me to answer the question.

"Uh," I stuttered. I stuttered! The worst thing to do on live television was to stutter. I knew Amelia was watching at home; I can't disappoint. I'll just tell the truth. "It was all my fault. I was an arrogant fool for driving without a license for three entire years. I admit that I was in the wrong. I have accepted my punishment with a heavy fine, and I hope that my fans still have faith in me. My teammates have been driving me each morning to training, and I wholeheartedly thank them." I let out a quiet sigh as my head bowed down and up, as a motion of apology and asking for forgiveness.