#baby Fleming you’re the only Canadian I’ll marry

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I’m still mad at Canada for knocking out Ireland, but this is funny

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But You’re Both Babies - Jessie Fleming/Reader

I definitely turned this into a baby R imagine as well. And I’m writing with different team moms this time. For the sake of the story, we’re gonna pretend that they let 21 people on the CONCACAF roster.

prompt: Can you please write about overprotective Jessie? P.S. I looooveee your writing!!

warnings: Cursing

words: 1851

Y/N POV

I sighed as we stood in the tunnel waiting to go out on the field. I was getting to start in the final today. I smiled when a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around my waist. I wrapped my own arms around Ali’s shoulders.

“You know I’m gonna be proud of you no matter what today, right?” Ali asked. I nodded against her shoulder.

We were playing against Canada today. It also meant that we were playing against my girlfriend. I love Jessie, but we hadn’t exactly told any of our national teammates yet. We both had initially met at the 2015 World Cup before we both ended up going to UCLA. I was still the youngest player on the team and I knew that most of Jessie’s teammates still saw her as the baby of the team even though she wasn’t anymore.

I was just hoping that today would not bring any injuries to any of us. It was so close to the Olympics and I didn’t want to see anyone get hurt today because I knew how rough USA vs Canada games got. I had been the unlucky person two years ago when I suffered a broken arm thanks to a late tackle that caused me to land awkwardly.

Ali let go of me and turned back around. I smiled at the familiar number on her back. I had gotten used to seeing her number in front of me if Ali got to start since I wore 12. It wasn’t much longer until we got to go out onto the field. It felt like an even shorter time before the game started.

By half time, I knew that this game could end with an injury. There had already been dangerous tackles from both sides. We had been prevailing with a 2-0 score already. It had sucked when Alyssa collided with Janine Beckie and had to leave the field, so Ash was sent in.

Half time ended quickly though and we got set back up on the field. I had this bad feeling that I couldn’t shake. It didn’t take me long to figure out why.

It was in the 47th minute of the game when I passed the ball to Julie once I noticed Keisha Buchanan running toward me. I expected her to stop, but she didn’t and slid, however. Right into my ankle. I cried out in pain as I hit the ground.

I held onto my ankle as I drew my knee to my chest. It felt even worse than when I had broken my hand. I couldn’t hold the tears back from my eyes. I was surprised though when I heard a familiar voice.

“Are you serious, Buchanan?” Jessie's voice snapped. I lifted my head enough to see Jessie in Buchanan’s face. It surprised me to see Jessie shove her own teammate. “That was an asshole move and you know it.”

“Jess,” I called out. The Canadian turned to look at me before leaving Buchanan alone. She knelt down by me.

“Are you okay?” Jessie asked me.

“It hurts,” I shook my head. I felt Jessie put her hand on my arm.

I was surprised when someone shoved Jessie away from me. I wasn’t actually too surprised to see that it was Ash. Ash even continued after Buchanan, but I wasn’t sure why she was going after Jessie. Ali knelt by me.

“You good?” Ali asked. I shook my head. “What hurts?” I couldn’t focus on that when Ash was going after Jessie like she was. “Don’t worry about that. Ash will take care of them.”

“But Jess-”

“Ash will take care of it, (Y/N),” Ali said. I looked at Jessie and she wasn’t even paying that much attention to Ash. I was surprised when Jessie quickly darted around Ash. “What are you doing?”

Jessie ignored Ali as she knelt down by me again. Ash was quick to try and push Jessie away again, but Jessie pushed back against her. Jessie stood up so she was staring Ash in the eyes.

“Back off,” Jessie hissed. I groaned causing all of them to look at me. “I’m not gonna hurt her.”

“Why? Cause you played together at school?” Ash asked. I couldn’t believe that they were doing this right now or that the medics were taking so long.

“No, cause we’re dating,” Jessie snapped. Both Ash and Ali froze before Jessie knelt down by me again. “Let’s get you on your back.”

Jessie helped me roll onto my back before the medics finally got to me. Jessie stayed with me as long as she could before Sinc dragged her away. The medics struggled to get my shoe off and I knew that my ankle was more than likely broken. I was taken to the back to get an x-ray before they confirmed that my ankle was broken.

It also didn’t take long for them to put a splint on my ankle. I was left alone for quite some time as the rest of the game played out. I knew that it would then be even longer afterward until someone came back to see me since this was a tournament.

I had a feeling that the first person I would see would be in a red jersey, but I hadn’t expected it to be more than one. Desiree Scott was the first Canada over to me before a lot of the veterans circled me. I froze as they all started talking at once. I easily caught the general drift of their conversations being about Jessie and that I could never hurt her.

“Hey,” Sinc yelled out. It wasn’t until she whistled that the others got quiet. Since turned to look at me. “If you hurt Jeff, we hurt you. And we can. Got it?”

I gulped but nodded my head. Although I looked up to Sinc and Tobin had assured me that she was actually really nice, she still scared me some. No doubt thanks to stories from Sonnett.

“Good,” Sinc said. She turned to her teammates. “Come on. None of you want Jeffery to find us here.”

The Canadians were quick to get out of the training room. I didn’t want too long before a different red shirt came in. This one had a jacket on.

“The redcoats are coming! The redcoats are coming,” I teased. Jessie gave me a shove when she got close enough to me.

“Wrong country,” Jessie pointed out. I knew that it had been, but I wanted to tease her anyways. “You know, your teammates can be scary.”

“You have no room to talk,” I scoffed. Jessie just looked confused. “All of the vets on your team are scary. Sinc is the worst. She is the scariest.”

“Christine Sinclair?” Jessie asked causing me to nod. “She’s like one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet.”

“No,” I shook my head in denial. There was no way. “Maybe she’ll be nice to me once we get married, but no. She is not nice to me right now. She is overprotective and she is going to kill me if I ever hurt you.”

“She won’t kill you,” Jessie rolled her eyes. I wasn’t too sure about that. “Ashlyn and Ali both threatened to kill me if I ever hurt you. Kelley said that Alex and herself would as well. Then Christen told me that she would kill me too. But Alyssa is the one who really scared me.”

“Sounds about right,” I nodded my head. I knew how my teammates were. “Alyssa and Christen would probably be the ones to kill you. Everyone else would just show up for the Jessie Fleming death party that Ash would host.”

“That makes me feel so much better,” Jessie groaned. I smiled at her. I had missed seeing her since we hadn’t gotten to see each other once I had flown out to Houston. “What are you thinking about?”

“How much I’ve missed you,” I softly said. Jessie smiled at me before leaning in to kiss me. I smiled into the kiss but it wasn’t long before she pulled back. “I’m not used to sleeping in a room with someone other than you.”

“I know how you feel,” Jessie said. I had gotten used to sharing a room with Jessie, so it had been weird to room with someone during the camps I had recently gone to and even at the tournament, it felt weird. “We’re screwed if we end up playing for different clubs. What did they say about your leg?”

“It’s my ankle,” I told her. I had been lucky that I had avoided any ankle injuries so far. “They think that I might need surgery on it. If I do, then the Olympics are very unlikely for me.”

“Hey, you can’t think about it that way,” Jessie softly shoved my shoulder. “You’re gonna be fine. If you’re not then I’m gonna kill Keisha myself. Besides, I’ll be there to help you get back. You’re one of the best up and coming forwards in the game. You’ve already won two World Cups and you’re only 21. You may only have a little time to come back, but you can do it because you’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Thank you,” I smiled at her before I grabbed the front of her jacket and pulled Jessie closer to me so I could kiss her.

I smiled into our kiss because it felt right. However, we were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Jessie pulled back and we both looked to the door. I hid my face in Jessie’s neck when I saw my own teammates.

“I’ll call you later tonight,” Jessie whispered as she kissed the top of my head. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

I nodded against her neck before watching her leave past my teammates. At least until I found great interest in my splint. I could feel my teammates getting closer to me. Someone put a hand on my shoulder causing me to look at them.

“What’d they say about your ankle?” Ali asked. I appreciated the fact that she hadn’t asked me about Jessie right off.

“It’s definitely broke,” I sighed. I had been told to go see an orthopedic doctor as soon as I could. “They’re not sure if I need surgery or not just yet. I’ve got to go see a doctor.”

“So, Baby America is dating Baby Canada,” Ash teased. Ali slapped her wife.

“Jessie isn’t the youngest on the Canadian team anymore,” I pointed out.

“But you’re both babies,” Ash teased. 

“Ash,” Ali hissed. I knew that Ali would be a lot more calm about it than Ash would. “Just know that if she ever hurts you, we’ll hurt her.”

“So, how did you two get together?” Ash asked. I sighed because I didn’t really want to tell Ash. “Wait, aren’t you two roommates at school?”

My eyes widened when I realized that I had told them that I was rooming with Jessie. I couldn’t help the blush that covered my cheeks as Ash teased me.