#roberto firmino x reader

[yourstrqly]

home's where you are, firmino

pairing: bobby firmino x fem!reader

warning: fluff, pregnant reader

author's note: kinds depressed that Bobby's leaving Liverpool so here's a cute imagine !

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bobby couldn't explain how greatful he was in this moment; his body was buzzing with happiness at times like this — you laying besides him, holding his hand which rested contentedly on your swollen stomach and joão, his baby boy, sleeping on his naked chest.

the Brazilian had been there for every part of your pregnancy, treating you like a princess and protecting you from all kinds of stress as much as he possibly could. The family of three would be one of four in just under two weeks and he enjoyed those sleepy days with his favourite people — he knew that as soon as the baby was born that this wouldn't happen as often but that was absolutely chill with him.

So, this was a treat of some sorts, peace and love swinging in the air, and bobby wished for it to never end.

Overnight, your floral nightie exposed your left shoulder and breast, urging him to kiss your soft skin. A few strands of hair had escaped your protective headscarf — gently he brushed them out of your face before kissing you on your neck. His lips trailed upwards, pressing a chaste kiss against your slightly dry mouth while his right arm secured his son.

The light touches woke you up; lashes fluttering open, eyes immediately locking into his, those big brown eyes you had fallen in love.

A small grin grew on your lips as you looked at the man and your bundle of joy; you couldn't wait to hold your second child.

"He's beautiful, ain't he?", you quietly asked, hand patting the babies back. "Got those stunning eyes from his papi."

Bobby laughed silently, agreeing with everything you said. João was truly the perfect mix of the both of you. "He's going to break some hearts when he's growing up."

"As long as it isn't mine, meu lindo, as long as it isn't mine..."

The pair of you focused on the baby, watching him breathe in and out, contently sucking on his thumb. You hadn't expected to fall in love two years ago with anyone nor having a baby and one on its way with the man of your dreams. Bobby wasn't the man y/n younger self had in mind, however older you knew that she broke the lottery with the charming Brazilian footballer. He was one of a kind.

João slowly opened his eyes, smiling at his parents — and just after a few seconds he started to babble with his papi. You only followed the interaction; heart melting at its spot from the way the father-son duo argued about silly things.

Your eyes drift over to a kid sized liverpool kit with the number nine printed on; it had been a gift of the squad. If your son wasn't going to follow his Father's footsteps, your unborn daughter would — both were active kids for sure. Next to the kit stood a pair of football shoes, a gift from the skip and his wife, and some other football related articles Bobby's teammates, coaches and work friends gifted you. Your kids were going to be absolute daddy's kids, and you won't complain.

The giggling of your boys brought you back to reality — you were surrounded with warmth and comfort, and you decided that home wasn't a building but where your man and kids were.