#shoutout to @jamiesfootball for the title inspo

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

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Hello, anon! Thank you for stopping by! Going to continue posting from another WIP that won’t be posted in 2023. It’s another one I started for whumptober but it didn’t end up in the final work for the month. It’s Georgie’s POV with her relationship with Jamie over the years.

The first match both his parents were at, Jamie watched, embarrassed, as they argued in the car park. Georgie had been embarrassed too. Years of questions from others of if her husband was coming or was Jamie’s Dad stuck at work, and then he finally shows and he’s drunk and overly boastful. It’s too much, but it’s especially too much for an under 10 match. They watched the match from opposite ends of the pitch after that.

Deep down Georgie knew Jamie would be lying if he said he wasn’t happy when James first began attending his matches. He maybe hadn’t missed having a Dad before, but now that he has one, she thought maybe he had without realising.

“Great goal, Jamie!”

“You really showed them, lad.”

“Way to fight off that defender!”

As James Tartt heaped praise on his son, he craved it more and more.

But the goals were never Georgie’s favourite part. Georgie’s favourite part was her son’s smile. The smile never left his face, whether he scored or not. He ran all over the field, always trying, always with a “Mummy, did you see my goal?” Or “Mummy, did you see the steal I had?” And Georgie always happily answered yes because she didn’t take her eyes off her sweet boy the entire match.