#can’t you all just move to Denmark plz?

[emi-the-gremlin]

I’ve met so many cool people this year and the fact that I am incapable of meeting any of them irl is a fucking crime

[chilly-me-softly]

Can you write one. Where you give birth to your baby boy earlier than expected, while marcus was absent for the Euros and you facetime him to show him his son and he gets really emotional.

(can we have an appearance of some lads congratulating you and Marcus plz🥰🥰)

Thank you ❤️

Your baby was supposed to be due the week after the end of the Euros, but plans had not gone as planned. You were so excited and for Marcus to leave you alone for the last month of your pregnancy had been hard, although you had never been alone as he then proceeded to call all his family and yours to remind them to keep an eye on you.

The second half of the semi-final against Denmark was underway when you realised that what you were feeling weren't Braxton Hicks but real contractions and you immediately alerted Marcus' mother who helped you to the hospital.

Marcus had picked up the phone after sitting in the locker room with a smile on his face, expecting to find some texts message from you. Instead, he got a message from his mother asking him to call her as soon as he read that.

The next few hours had been excruciating, waiting for news that never seemed to arrive and his mother trying to explain to him that time was needed to make things right. He wanted to be there to hold your hand and remind you that you could do it, that everything would be all right. Instead he was miles away, biting his nails in a locker room full of people who were celebrating for another reason.

And finally a smile forms on Marcus's face at the news that his baby is born when he is on the bus to go back to SGP, his mother can't tell him anything else and he's dying to see you, to make sure you're okay and to see his son. The line suddenly goes dead and Marcus literally panics, unable to restore the connection right away. Some of the boys try to calm him down but all he does is nervously move his legs and bite his now non-existent fingernails.

He almost jumps when the phone starts vibrating and your name appears on the screen, your face the first thing he sees that makes him smile instantly.

"Babe, how are you?"

"I'm fine, still a bit on the clouds" you giggle, "How are you? I'm sorry, your mother had a fight with the phone" he shakes his head scratching a cheek.

"Are you ready daddy?" you smile as he holds his breath biting his lip in a flurry of emotions as you lower the phone to your chest where a tiny little creature is lying quietly, the cap saying 'Rashford' on and a hand on his cheek.

His breath catches in his throat as his eyes take in that tiny figure, his son. His hand trembles slightly as all the worry, the joy, the anticipation of those hours make themselves felt and tears begin to roll down his cheeks.

"Babe" you murmur softly as the phone is picked up by Luke waving at you. "Hey (Y/N), Marcus is just crying. Congratulations" you laugh as the other guys on the bus also pass the phone around to congratulate you and see the baby.

It's Harry who brings the phone back to Marcus once the boy seems to have calmed down, giving him a reassuring pat on the back.

"Babe I'm so proud of you, he's so beautiful"

"He was in such a hurry to come into the world to watch the final" you run a finger gently across his forehead as the little one in your arms yawns energetically. "Yes, we're so proud of our daddy aren't we?"

That evening you spend endless hours on the phone, you inevitably dozing off tired after the day you've just had, and Marcus can't sleep and looks at you like the most precious thing in the world, looking forward to holding you in his arms and cuddling both of you.

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