#woso x child reader

[jade4956]

Kid Fic Universe

Fluff 🌸

Comfort/angst 🌼

Angst 🌹

Blurb 🍁

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Wonze Child - Kalani Walsh-Bronze

Kalani’s MoodBoard

The First Meeting - 🌸

Off to England Camp - 🌼

Meltdown in the Gym - 🌸

Leah Williamson x OC - Aria Williamson

Aria’s MoodBoard

A night with the Arsenal - 🌸

Aunty Sam and Kristie - 🌸

[leahsgf]

— SAFE HAVEN

leah williamson x teen!reader | masterlist

⤷ as much as you try to deny it, you’re having some issues sleeping, and it just so happens that your annoyingly observant captain is your roommate.

part of the superstar universe! loosely linked to this

୨୧

your nerves still hadn’t quite settled after your ‘chat’ with leah. they had however, definitely eased a little bit, and things were starting to run a bit smoother for you, from you happily (forcibly at first) joining the rest of the girls for a meal for the first time, to you actually starting to speak to them - creating a bond which then translated onto the pitch and grew your confidence there massively. despite this, there had been a few moments were your anxiousness was at an all time high - especially as you followed the blonde down the hallway to your shared room.

whilst it had definitely been a shock to the system when you’d originally found out that you were being called up to the lionesses - the captain herself insisting on rooming with you might have just out-done it.

“just wanna keep an eye on you, kid.” she said softly with her signature easy smile - ruffling your hair like you were a small child. “make sure you settle in alright, you don’t need to look quite so frightened, i won’t bite your head off”

-

that had been a couple of days ago. and so far - you would say that you’d been doing a pretty good job with pretending that everything was alright. like the weight of wearing the england badge wasn’t pressing down on your chest, almost limiting your breathing, and like you weren’t tossing and turning every night without fail, staring at the ceiling whilst your thoughts ran wild - whilst you begged for rest that you knew wouldn’t find you.

however, as in denial as you were about everything, leah had noticed. of course she had. she noticed everything - something you should’ve realised by now.

-

“y/n” she said into the dark casually on one particular evening after lights out, making you jump out of your skin - having assumed that she was long asleep, like she usually was (or so you thought) by this time of night. “you’re not sleeping well - are you?”

your stomach twisted, dropping at her words. you couldn’t believe that your struggles had been so obvious not just once but twice now - and your cheeks flushed with an almost shame. you were nineteen years old. technically an adult - yet stuck feeling like such a baby. “i-”

“and don’t lie to me - you don’t have to, you know. not at all. and besides, i can hear you shuffling around when you think i’m asleep.”

you chewed on your lip, staring at the blanket that you’d been holding tightly around your legs, thanking the universe that you were having this conversation with the lights off - so you didn’t have to face her, face that caring look in her eyes that no doubt matched the softness in her voice, that had never and would never fail to make you completely crumble. you felt completely and utterly ridiculous. “i-i just….i struggle with it i guess. sleep.”

upon hearing your rather mumbled response, and almost sensing your previous thoughts, leah flicked her bedside lamp on, allowing a warm light to flood the room, and giving her the chance to study you properly from across the room, propping herself up on her elbow, eyebrows furrowed. “struggle how, exactly?”

you hesitate, your throat suddenly dry as you stare at the ceiling, and your shoulders curling in slightly as you attempted to string together an answer. “i don’t know, i’ve um- always been like it i guess. my brain sorta doesn’t switch off, and when or if it does, i have these….nightmares, or whatever, and then i can’t get back to sleep. so it just feels a bit- it’s silly.”

tears pricked at your eyes as you processed what you just said - closing them for a second, as if waiting for the incoming laughter from the older girl. it certainly felt like it deserved it - it felt mortifying, and like you should be better, more mature than this.

but the laughter never came. nor did the teasing. leah just hummed and nodded, like it made perfect sense, like you’d just told her the day of the week it was.

“why didn’t you tell me earlier?” she asked, causing you to shrug gently.

“i didn’t want to be a problem.” you whisper, so quietly that if she wasn’t so focused on you she would’ve missed it.

she sighed, shaking her head. “look at me, sweetheart. you’re not a problem, there’s zero judgement here i promise. i mean- i used to have to room with gee and she slept with jungle noises on at a stupidly loud volume.” she grumbled the end of her sentence, remembering those nights all too well - before sitting up properly in her bed, and running a hand loosely through her hair.

“look, and you can tell me if it’s overstepping, but if it helps you can sleep in my bed with me. sometimes it’s easier when someone’s there - at least i find.”

your face burned as you looked at her, making eye contact for the first time in this whole ordeal, something you were awkward with at the best of times, never mind in situations like this. “no, i c-couldn’t do that. that’s s-silly. childish.” you answered almost robotically, and in a way that made her heart break, like you’d been told those words so many times that you believed them. which you had.

she didn’t take your answer personally. in fact, it checked out - she had already checked in with your u23s teammates after your panic attack, and asked for their advice about how to make you comfortable, and therefore knew that this was something that helps you but you would probably be too embarrassed to ask for. meaning she could’ve pushed and got you to cave, but she wanted the decision to come from you.

“it’s not silly,” she said firmly. “but it’s completely your call - just know that the offer’s always there.”

you nodded profusely, very grateful but far too stubborn to accept, feeling like you had something to prove to yourself now. you could handle this. you needed to.

-

(spoiler alert - you couldn’t handle it.)

tonight had been worse than usual. much worse. the nightmare itself had been unsettlingly vivid, a slap in the face reminder of all of your worries - with flashes of failure, letting everyone around you down and you inevitably ending up alone. you all but jolted awake just as dream-leah told you that you were nothing but a burden to her, perhaps your worst fear of all, tears streaming down your cheeks.

you sniffed, pressing your face into the pillow and curling into yourself as you took in the overwhelming, almost suffocating silence of the room, desperately trying to cling onto the remains of your resolve and breathe through it.

but of course, it didn’t work - it never did.

which meant, against every voice in your head screaming at you to just suck it up and deal with it, you slipped out of bed, and before you could stop yourself you found yourself stood next to leah’s, trembling.

she was fast asleep, the only noise in the room being her soft breaths, which made you second guess your decision, looking back over your shoulder at your duvet which had clearly been discarded to the floor during the course of your thrashing.

“lee?” you whispered - voice cracking almost painfully through your silent cries.

for someone who prided herself on being such a heavy sleeper - and someone who loved her sleep, taking every moment she could to nap - surprisingly, the blonde stirred immediately, blinking up at you in what started as confusion, before it immediately morphed into concern. “what…hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

you swallowed harshly, the lump in your throat feeling as big as ever, suddenly finding it impossible to utter a word - now beyond embarrassed as well as upset. but leah didn’t push, and whether it be out of understanding or sheer tiredness, she said nothing, just simply shifted over, lifting up her blanket. “c’mere bub.”

you glanced back at your own bed for a split second before climbing in beside her, the tension in your body melting away the moment she wrapped her arms around you, drawing you into her warmth protectively.

“there we go.” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. “you’re alright, i’ve got you.”

you tucked your face into her shoulder, matching your rushed breaths to the steadiness of hers, instantly feeling yourself calm down.

it was stupid. and you’d probably regret disturbing her in the morning and panic yourself into a hole over it, and the fact that you should be grown up enough to handle this on your own. but leah didn’t make you feel silly - she never did. she just continued to hold you, drawing slow circles into your back until your breathing eventually evened out.

—

the next morning you woke up in a way that you rarely did, slowly blinking awake, feeling more rested than you definitely ever had at a camp - and arguably even ever. the blonde was already sat up awake beside you, scrolling on her phone and grinning when she noticed you beginning to stir.

“best sleep of your life, wasn’t it?”

you rolled your eyes, unable to fight the small smile creeping its way onto your lips. “maybe..”

“told you it wasn’t silly.” she chuckled, ruffling your bed hair teasingly.

“shut up.”

-

from then on, it just became a thing. every camp, every trip - you didn’t even bother with separate beds, and leah never complained. if anything, she seemed to like it just as much as you did, very much feeling like a big sister looking over her little sister - like she had her own ‘giant teddy bear’ (her words).

and no matter what, no matter how nervous or uncertain you felt, she was always there, like some kind of safe haven.

-

they say write what you know right? (typing this at 2am. i went to bed at 10pm.)

hope you’re all enjoying this lil series so far! more to come i promise <3 send any ideas you’ve got my way & thank you to my beloved anons who already have - i see you

- el x

[woso-dreamzzz]

Melting Pot II

Ingrid Engen x Mapi León x Child!Reader

woso-dreamzzz Kids x Child!Reader (Nena)

Summary: A day in the life of the Engen-Leóns

You have a big house because you have a big family.

Or...Ingrid has a big house because she has a big family.

Your Mama says Ingrid has a fancy job which means she's very busy and gets lots of money. You think she's lying because Ingrid always has time to hang out with you and your nieces.

You have a lot of nieces.

Cub was Mapi's belly baby but that doesn't make her any less your niece. Then there's the twins, Bebita and Skatt. They were oopsy babies like you. Sunshine is next and then Teeny.

That makes five.

You have five nieces and you love them so much.

You keep a tight grip on Sunshine's hand as you're all led outside for pickup. You're her auntie and Ingrid says she's fragile after having her heart transplant so you make sure you don't lose her in the group of bodies heading outside.

Cub is up further ahead with your sister's twins following after her. Teeny lags behind because she's hanging back with one of Tia Alexia's twins.

But you keep a tight grip on Sunshine's hand because she's vulnerable and you're a good auntie.

Mapi is there waiting at the school gates and she hugs each and every one of you individually. You all get kisses too and her lips flutter around your face before you push her away.

"Really, Nena?" She says," I'm feeling a little offended here."

You giggle. "Silly, Mapi!"

"I'm not silly!"

"You are, Mami!" Cub agrees. She's hanging off of one of Mapi's strong arms and Mapi rolls her eyes.

"Let's agree to disagree," She says," Now, has everyone got everything? Bags? Bottles? Toes and fingers?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Alright, then. Buddy up, please. Hold someone's hand."

Bebita and Skatt crowd together and you keep Sunshine while Cub grabs Teeny, who whines a little while waving goodbye to her friend.

It's a very long walk back to the house so you only walk a little bit before Mapi gets you all into the car together.

You get to sit in the front because you're not one of Mapi's babies. You're her sister-in-law (although Ingrid always says you're not Mapi's sister-in-law yet) and then Cub and Sunshine sit in the way back because they're a pair.

Teeny, Skatt and Bebita sit in the middle because they're still little and Mapi needs to keep an eye on them.

"Is Ingrid home yet?" You ask as Mapi hands out snacks before driving off.

"Sorry, Nena," She says," Not just yet. Soon, though. She's been stuck in meetings today."

"What's for dinner?" Bebita asks.

"Spaghetti."

"I want lots of cheese on mine!" Skatt butts in and suddenly everyone is yelling their own choices and you giggle.

Your family is very big and very loud.

Ingrid says it's chaotic.

You think that means there's a lot of love to go around.

"Can I make Mama a picture?" Teeny pipes up suddenly.

She's been a little sad since leaving her friend behind at school. Teeny is the niece who spends the most time out of the house. She hangs out with Tia Alexia and her twins a lot.

Ingrid says it's because she's good with Pequeñita. They're painting buddies.

Teeny is always drawing and painting and if she's not drawing and painting then she's playing with Mr Pina, her hedgehog.

"Can we make Mama a picture too?" Bebita asks.

"Er...I don't know girls," Mapi says as she drives up the hill to the house," Have we got the supplies?"

"I've got paper in my room," You say.

"I sharpened my pencils last night." Teeny now.

"Mama got me new pens last week," Skatt adds.

"I've got glitter!" Sunshine says.

"And I've got the glue for the glitter!" That's Cub in the way-back.

"Mama bought us all new aprons too!" Bebita tacks on.

Mapi sighs. "Sometimes," She says," I think you lot gang up on me."

"Please, Mami?" Teeny asks," We won't get messy."

That's a lie, or, at least half a lie because Teeny is always messy. The others aren't though. Just Teeny.

It seems Mapi is thinking that too so you jump in.

"I can keep Teeny clean!"

She pretends to think about for a moment, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel. She sighs.

"I guess so. But-"

Her words are drowned out by the cheering of you and your nieces and she struggles to get you all out of the car quick enough when she pulls up to the house.

It's dark by the time Ingrid gets home and she curses herself as soon as she locks the car.

She hadn't meant to stay so late but she'd had meetings with Frido and the rest of her heads of department and then the website went down a few hours before the new sale went up so she'd had to call Caro up from her IT cave to get her to fix it.

It had been meeting on top of meeting on top of meeting getting everything ready for the launch next month that she'd hardly had time to stop and eat, let alone make it to the school with enough time for pick up.

She slips into the house.

"Hi, Bagheera," Ingrid says as the cat meanders towards her, tail flicking against her leg," It's good to see you too."

Mapi's in the living room, aimlessly flicking through channels. "You're home."

"Sorry I'm late. Work-"

"I know. Frido called. It's fine."

"No," Ingrid says," It's not. I said I'd pick up the girls today and-"

"Ingrid," Mapi laughs," Trust me, it's fine. You're practically single-handedly keeping us afloat. I'd hate to think about where we'd be living if you didn't have such an important job."

Ingrid's cheeks flush. "What did I do to deserve you, huh? You're such a smooth talker."

Mapi grins. "It's just one of my charms." She winks. "I'm your sexy arm candy, remember?"

Ingrid laughs. "Yes, you do look very good in a suit, don't you?"

"Want me to model some more for you?"

"I certainly want you to model something for me," Ingrid says," But it's not a suit."

She leans forward to kiss Mapi before freezing, pulling back suddenly.

"Ingrid? What is it?"

"I..."

Her eyes roves around the room.

Something's different.

The floor is spotless. The kitchen is clean. There's the lingering smell of whatever Mapi cooked the girls for dinner and-

The girls.

That's what's different.

Six little girls live in this house and yet there is practically no noise whatsoever. There's no giggling and laughing from Ingrid's twins. There's no running from Cub. There's no rhythmic thumping of a ball being kicked from your room. There are no spills of paint from Teeny's projects and there's no clicking of Sunshine's camera.

It's just...calm.

"Where are the girls?"

"Huh? The girls? Oh...They wanted to surprise you with something they made. I think they took it up to our room."

Ingrid strains her ears but still can't hear anything.

It's embarrassing how quickly she hurries up the stairs.

It's never good when a house of six girls goes silent.

Mapi follows after her and Ingrid wrenches the bedroom door open.

She stops, a smile appearing on her face.

Her girls are asleep on her and Mapi's bed, all cuddled up together under a massive portrait.

It's made up of several pieces of paper taped together and Ingrid knows it's meant to be of her.

"They wanted to draw you a picture," Mapi says," I didn't realise how big it was until they brought it up here."

"It's perfect," Ingrid says," Thank you for helping them."

"I didn't do much. Just taped it all together and-oh!"

It's nice that Ingrid can still make Mapi blush with just a simple kiss to the cheek.

"You're such a good mami, Mapi," Ingrid says," You're so good with them."

Mapi gives her a bashful smile. "It's bedtime. I can take them."

"No," Ingrid says," You've been with them since school ended. I'll take them to bed."

"Are you-"

"Mapi," Ingrid says," Go downstairs and watch some tv with Bagheera. When I come back, maybe you can model what I want you to model."

Mapi's face goes bright red and it's almost like she can't get downstairs quick enough.

Ingrid takes her time putting her girls to bed.

Cub is first, taken into her bedroom and put up high in her cabin bed. Garfield is splayed out on the middle of the carpet. León-León is already asleep too, taking up half the bed but Cub immediately curls around him in her sleep.

Bebita is next and Ingrid has to be careful walking through her room because it's like a minefield and she makes a mental note to make Bebita clean it up in the morning.

Skatt comes after her and Ingrid has to check that all her terrariums are closed so none of her bugs escape in the night.

Teeny follows after and Ingrid spares a glance over at Mr Pina's enclosure to make sure the little hedgehog's food bowl is filled up and his water is fresh.

Sunshine is put to bed after Teeny and Ingrid makes sure to flick on her fairy lights on in case she wakes up in the middle of the night.

You're last and wake as Ingrid lifts you.

"Ingrid," You mumble.

"Yes, Nena," She says," It's me."

"Did you see your picture?" You ask, still groggy as your head lolls on her shoulder.

"I did. You girls did such a good job with it."

"Made sure Teeny stayed clean."

"I could tell. You did such a good job, Nena."

She sets you down in your bed, pulling the covers up all the way to your chin as you yawn.

"Made sure Sunshine didn't get lost at school too."

"You're such a good auntie," She tells you, kiss your forehead," But it's bedtime now."

She goes to leave.

"Ingrid!"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

Ingrid flicks off your light. "I love you too, Nena."

[starsjulia]

Not Built for This

leah williamson x autistic teen reader

a/n : i watched adolescence and it reminded me of my time at school as someone who’s neurodivergent, and it really isn’t fun so here’s a fic about it

warnings : bullying, british secondary schools, slightest allusion to suicidal ideation, a pretty heavy fic all in all

That awful, heavy feeling settled in your chest before you’d even moved. You checked your phone, even though you knew there’d be nothing there to save you. No last-minute reason not to go.

Downstairs, your little brother Alfie was already ready, eating breakfast like this was just any other day. Like school was fine. Like it didn’t make his skin crawl. Like he didn’t want to throw up just thinking about it.

You weren’t like him.

And you weren’t like your mum, either. Leah had liked school. She’d been good at it. She’d played football, she’d had friends, she’d never been this.

And when you sat at the table, still in your pyjamas, Leah sighed. “(Y/N), come on. Not today.”

“Mum, please,” you whispered.

Leah’s expression hardened. “No. We’re not doing this again.”

You clenched your fists. “You don’t get it.”

“I get that you need to go,” she snapped. “Your attendance is awful, (Y/N), you have to be in school.”

“I can’t,” you choked out.

But Leah was already shaking her head. “You don’t even try anymore.”

That wasn’t true. You tried every day. But trying didn’t matter when you were drowning.

So you swallowed it down, put your uniform on, and got in the car.

Because you had no choice.

⸻

You knew something was coming the second Mia looked at you in form. That sharp, cruel glint in her eye.

But you weren’t expecting the paper ball that smacked you in the head halfway through the register.

Heat rose in your cheeks, and you whipped around. Mia and her friends giggled like it was so funny.

“Fuck off,” you muttered, turning back.

Another one hit your back.

Your body went rigid.

You could feel the teacher watching you now.

And then a whisper, just loud enough for you to hear.

“Maybe if your mum spent less time playing football and more time fixing you, you wouldn’t be such a freak.”

Your blood ran cold.

And before you could stop yourself, you’d spun around, chair scraping loudly, everyone staring.

“The fuck did you just say?”

Mia smirked. “Touched a nerve?”

You saw red.

“(Y/N), enough,” your tutor snapped. “Sit down.”

Your hands shook as you sat.

You couldn’t do this.

⸻

The second the bell rang, you bolted.

Straight to the toilets. Again.

Your hands fumbled with your phone as you locked yourself in a cubicle.

Leah picked up after three rings.

“(Y/N)?”

“I need to go home,” you gasped out. Your whole body felt like it was buzzing. “Mum, please.”

Leah sighed. “(Y/N)—”

“Mum, they said you should’ve fixed me,” you choked out.

Silence.

Then, quietly, “Who said that?”

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Mia. Them. Everyone.”

Leah exhaled sharply. “I—”

“Please,” you whispered. “I’ll do anything. I’ll study, I’ll do extra work, I’ll never ask you for anything else, just please take me out of school.”

Leah’s voice was tight. “You know I can’t do that, (Y/N).”

You let out a shaky breath. “Then I can’t do this anymore.”

Leah was quiet.

And then, softer than before, “Just get through today, okay?”

But you knew she wasn’t coming.

She wasn’t going to save you.

And that hurt more than anything.

⸻

You tried to stay quiet in class. You really did.

But Mr. Davies was pushing your buttons. Again.

“(Y/N), what’s the answer?”

You blinked at him. “I don’t know.”

His lips thinned. “You never know, do you?”

Your jaw clenched. “I do know. Just not when you put me on the spot.”

“Excuses,” he muttered. “You don’t even try, do you?”

Your nails dug into your palms. “I do try. But I have a support plan, and you’re not supposed to—”

“You don’t look autistic.”

The class went silent.

Your chest tightened.

And then, before you could stop yourself—

“Fuck right off, you don’t have any right-”

Gasps.

“(Y/N), get out,” Mr. Davies snapped.

Your whole body shook.

You grabbed your bag, stormed out, but you couldn’t breathe.

You weren’t going to make it to the Head of Year’s office before breaking down.

⸻

The Meltdown in the Office

You paced, pulling at your sleeves, breathing too fast.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you gasped.

Your Head of Year frowned. “What do you mean?”

Your breath shuddered. “Any of it. School. People. Even existing is too much now.”

Your Head of Year’s face changed. “(Y/N)…”

“I’m done,” you choked out. “I don’t want to be here anymore. I can’t even do anything anymore, let alone school.”

Your Head of Year studied you for a long moment. Then: “We have to call home.”

Your stomach dropped. “No. No, please.”

“We have to.”

“She won’t get it,” you whispered. “She’ll just be mad.”

The words tumbled out before you could stop them.

“I just want to be homeschooled. I can’t take this anymore.”

Your Head of Year hesitated.

But you knew nothing would change.

No one was going to save you.

⸻

Breaking at Home

The second you walked through the door, Leah was there. Arms crossed.

“What happened this time?”

You froze.

She didn’t look angry. Just… exhausted.

Something inside you snapped.

Your legs gave out, and you collapsed right there in the hallway.

Sobbing.

Leah froze.

“(Y/N)—?”

“I can’t do this anymore,” you choked out.

Her arms wrapped around you. “Shh, hey, hey—”

You shook your head. “I don’t want to be here anymore, Mum.”

Leah’s grip tightened.

For the first time, she really looked at you. And maybe—maybe—she finally understood.

Her voice was hoarse. “We’ll figure it out, okay?”

And for the first time in a long time, you believed her.

[samkerrworshipper]

bar-ca

alexia putellas x reader x putellas!child

no warnings just my first kidfic so no judgement

The sound of the bottle sanitizer whirring hurts your brain.

The four month sleep regression is no joke, the non-stop crying, the no sleep, the teething pain. It’s the pains of motherhood that nobody has ever brought up to you.

Everything hurt.

Your head from the lack of sleep, your boobs from constantly being sucked dry, your body from rocking a baby all night who had no intentions of going to sleep.

You just couldn’t understand why little Lili wouldn’t sleep.

You’d tried it all, sleep training, sleep school, nannies, co-sleeping.

None of it worked, Liliana was just set on running yours, and her other mothers life.

You groaned as the machine pinged, signalling that it was done cleaning out the bottles.

You grabbed the one closest to you and poured the water you’d already warmed and the scoops of the formula into the bottle.

Formula really was your saving grace, although the effort to put it all together was something tat you felt was unnecessary, it was the expense of giving your boobs a break.

You were grateful enough that Lili took formula, because according to most of the women in your mothers group you were very fortunate.

You shook up the bottle until the formula had all dispersed evenly.

You would be lying if you said that you didn’t take a moment to yourself, setting the bottle down on the counter and leaning over, enjoying the rare moment of silence in the putellas household.

You knew that you should be grateful, grateful that you were in a position where you could spend so much time with your newborn, that you could spend so much of this valuable time with your biggest treasure, but it didn’t make it any easier.

You were the main parent, Alexia had a football career, games, trainings, media commitments, leaving you at home with Lili constantly. You were starting to get some cabin fever, and a little bit of annoyance with your baby who was always crying.

You’d thought it was croup, but no, Lili just cried and cried and cried, and a lot of the time you cried with her.

There were good moments, but that didn’t change the everyday constant exhaustion you had. The most annoying part though was that you were so attached to Lili that you couldn’t leave her for longer than an hour. You couldn’t explain it, but every time anybody had offered, Eli, Alba, Mapi, any of the girls of the team, and you’d tried to leave Lili with them you’d gone through the worst mom guilt imaginable. So, you were stuck, with a broody baby attached to your hip, pretty much at all times. It didn’t help either that Lili had been significantly premature as a baby, so not only had she been sick, but she’d also craved the constant skin to skin contact in her first weeks of life, only strengthening your connection to her.

Alexia tried her hardest to take the pressure off of you, but at the end of the day you were the one breast feeding, you were the one who had sacrificed her career for motherhood, you were the one with the stretch marks and body that had been wrecked by your daughter.

You picked up the bottle, knowing that the silence across your house would very quickly be replaced by screaming if you didn’t get the bottle to your hungry daughter soon.

You walked slowly through the house, making your way to your shared bedroom as slowly as possible.

You stopped in the hallway when you heard the sound of babbling and an occasional giggle coming from the inside of your bedroom.

The giggling was new, but it made the moments a little bit sweeter when you got to hear it, although Alexia was the one who mostly got it out of your daughter.

You turned the corner and smiled at the sight in front of you.

“It’s not funny liLI, i know you can do it, say it for me, bar-ca.”

You stopped yourself from laughing at the serious expression on your wifes face as she stared at your daughter expectantly.

All Lili did was laugh at her.

“It’s in your blood, you’re a culer, c’mon, you can say it.”

It was another new thing, the little babbles of syllables that would leave your daughters mouth, it was cute, and you’d been aiming for mama, but clearly Alexia had other intentions.

Lili just giggled again at Alexia’s pointed finger and the seriousness on her face.

“You can do it, do it for me, say it, cu-ler, or bar-ca.”

Lili contemplates for a second, before babbling something completely incomprehensible.

“I thought we were aiming for mama first?”

Alexia looked up at you, like she’d been caught red-handed.

She flushed red, and then laughed, and when Lili laughed along with her you didn’t have it in you to even try to tell her off.

“Barca is basically her mother, both of her mothers are curlers, culer is in her blood.”

You rolled your eyes effortlessly at Alexia, she wasn’t wrong, in fact the when you’d seen your daughter for the first time after waking up after birth, instead of being dressed in the previously picked outfit she’d been decked out in a miniscule barca jersey.

“I’m also her actual mother and I would like it if all of the sleep I’m losing to her would be used to at least say my name.”

Alexia nodded, she couldn’t really argue your point, it was smarter for her to just agree with you.

You stepped up onto the bed, looking at Lili, who was uncharacteristically bright for this time of day. You were hoping that you could get her milk drunk and hopefully she’d pass out, but you also were aware that your chances were slim.

You reached for her, noticing the way that her face immediately dropped as you lifted her from Alexia’s arms.

Just as she looked like she was about to burst into tears, you pushed the bottle nipple into her mouth, watching as her face immediately relaxed.

You sunk back against your pillows, happy now that she was able to hold herself up without fully relying on leaning on you.

Alexia leant over, pressing a kiss to your hairline.

“How about I take her to training with me? She can sit in the gym with me and one of the staff or injured players can watch her whilst were out on the pitch. You can get a shower, sleep, go for a walk if you want, go see your mami or mine?”

You shook your head.

“You insinuating that I smell, Putellas?”

Alexia shook her head against your forehead.

“I’m insinuating that you need to give yourself a break, let me take her for the day, it’ll be fine, I’m just as much her mother as you are, take a break for yourself, si?”

You felt sick at the idea, but you couldn’t deny the need you had to get some proper, undisturbed sleep.

“Plus, you know how desperate all fo her aunties have been to see our girl, she’ll be saying the words barca by the end of the day.”

Your eyes shot open.

“Alexia Putellas Segura, I am not joking, if she says any words besides mama as her first ones than you will be on night duty for the next month, away games be damned, am I understood?”

Alexia pouted.

“I can’t help it if she’s destined to be a barca player and already knows it.”

You let one of your eyebrows raise.

“Alexia.”

She frowned again, but nodded her head.

“You let me take her, and I’ll get her to say mama, deal?”

You bit your lip, as much as parting ways with your daughter terrified you, as needy as she was, you were so desperate to get a proper run in, or a proper workout, or some proper sleep and proper food that wasn’t ordered off of your phone.

“I want her back in one piece by the end of the day, and with the same amount of barca memorabilia she already has in her wardrobe, and I want her aunties to not indocrinate her, okay?”

Alexia smiled, already bouncing out of bed.

“Finish her feed and we’ll be off, we’re going to have such a good day lili baby, just you and mommy day.”

You rolled your eyes, looking down at the baby in your arms, who was looking at her mommy curiously.

“She’s crazy lil, don’t you listen to her, your mama’s forever, even if you cry for the rest of your life.”

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biggest supporter || mcfoord x child!reader

in which katie and caitlin’s daughter bella maeve will always be their biggest supporter.

an: this is my first fic! any feed back would be greatly appreciated. requests are open as well!

To say bella maeve was the light of katie and caitlin’s lives would be an understatement. The almost 2 year old always knew how to put a smile on their faces no matter their mood angry? annoyed? sad? She always knew how to cheer them up, and always does it when they are needing it the most.

katie’s pov:

it had just turned around 5:15pm in France. Bella and I were on our way to the stadium to watch and cheer on caitlin and the matilda’s who were playing the usa in the olympics. Australia hadn’t had it easy with them losing their first game against germany 3-0 and then going on to narrowly beat zambia 6-5 (it wasn’t good for everyone’s nerves). But now today came another big challenge. The usa.

when we got to the stadium bella was in her pram still napping from when she fell asleep when we met caitlin’s mum,i gently started to smooth my thumb over bella’s cheek trying to wake her up (in a good mood) bella started to stir and open her eyes

“no mammy no wake yet” she said grumpily through her dummy. chuckling at her grumpiness “come on princess, you’re mummy needs her biggest supporter to cheer her on” i said to her which made her open her eyes wide. “me ‘oing to cheer mummy on mammy!” she said with a mixture of her irish and australian accent “come on then princess let get you out of your pram hm” “ye’s out mammy” she said while i started getting her out. once i got her out we walked to our seats with the rest of caitlin’s family and friends.

Shortly after warm ups, it was time for both the teams to walk out, And before we knew it, Bella started cheering (screeching) when she saw caitlin walk out of the tunnel. “mammy ook’ mummy there I see mummy!” bella said. “yeah mummy’s there princess are you going to wave at her?” I asked her “ye’s i wave at mummy,mammy” she said while waving over at caitlin who waved straight back over and blew a kiss with a massive smile across her face. Shortly after, the game kicked off.

after the game kicked off in the third minute sam coffey received a yellow card, but as the first half went on in the 43rd minute, USa scored putting them 1-0 up before the break, which Bella was not happy about. “NO! Mammy! NO!” she shouted.

I placed her on my hip and took her into the inside lounge. “I know princess I know, but mummy and your aunties have a lot of time to score after the break, we just need to be patient princess”.

“Shall we go get some food princess” “Ye’s Mammy food ease”. “Okay, let’s go get you food princess” I said as I took Bella to get food.

After bella ate her food we made our way back to our seats. Bella wanting down and went over to her grandma “granny” she said “yes munchkin” “mummy not winning right now” bella said with a pout on her face “i know munchkin, but she still has time, and we know who will be cheering her all the way” “who? Bella said with a confused face” “you silly, you’re your mummy and mammys biggest fan” “ye’s i am” Bella said, wanting down from her knees and made her way back over to katie ready for the second half to begin.

when the whistle blew for second half to begin bella was cheering right from the start again ‘go mummy! go!’ “mammy do you see mummy” bella asked “i do princess yes” in the 77th minute usa scored again making the scoreline 2-0 and bella turned her face right into my neck “mammy don’t like it” “want mummy mammy” she said to me “i know princess,i know you can see mummy soon i promise” i got bella’s dummy out her bag and gave her it. it got into the first added minute of the 90 when alanna scored for australia and bella was estatic “mammy they scored! goal mammy goal!” “i seen princess”. shortly after the final whistle went. “see mummy now mammy” bella asked me through her dummy “yes princess we will see her soon” soon after caitlin made her way over to everyone i kept me and bella behind so she could see her mum first. but bella was getting impatient and we finally got to see her.

“mummy!” bella said “hi my princess” caitlin said “mummy i cheer for you!” she said ‘i know baby i heard you” ‘mummy not win tho me sad” bella said to her “don’t be sad princess it’s okay to not win sometimes” “mummy we go home now” “yes princess we are, let mummy go get changed and then we will go home okay” she said kissing bella’s cheek “ok mummy but be quick, me want cuddles” caitlin laughed “okay princess i’ll be quick for you”

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Lemonade - Part 5

leah williamson x alessia russo x child!reader

Summary: When something bad happens to your Mummy and Daddy, you end up living with your Aunty Lessi and Aunty Leah.  But is there room for you considering they have a new baby on the way?

Chapter Summary: the aftermath of your concussion

Warnings: pregnancy, self-harm, disordered eating, bullying

a/n: sorry if this chapter is a little bit dark in parts. if you're still reading the series, thanks so much for sticking with me. I appreciate it more than you know.

|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 ||

PART 5

You woke up on a plastic bed in a room that smelled like the awful cream your Mummy would rub on her legs after Netball, surrounded by a million different kinds and colours of sellotape.

You could hear voices, and you looked over to the corner of the room to find your Aunty Leah consoling your Aunty Lessi as she cried.  She looked distraught, her eyes red and puffy with tears.

“I should have known it would overwhelm her.  I was just so excited to share this with her…”

“Babe, she’s going to be okay.  We’re still learning all this, yeah?”

“But we’re meant to protect her, and… and I- I…” Aunty Lessi choked on her words before Aunty Leah cut her off.

“And I should have had a tighter grip on her when I saw she was panicking.  Like I said, we’re both still learning how to do this.  The medics said she’s got a bit of a concussion, but she’ll be alright.  We know how concussions work, so we’ve just got to keep our eyes on her and make sure she gets lots and lots of rest.”

There was a quiet knock at the door, before an important looking lady with a clipboard came in.

“Less, sorry but we need to know if you’re going to play the second half or not?” she asked.

As your Aunties turned toward the door, they realised that you were awake.

“Oh Bunny, sweetie, you’re awake.  How are you feeling?” your Aunty Lessi rushed over to you, her hands coming down to gently cradle the sides of your head.

You looked up at her a bit stunned, rather confused about why you were where you were and why everyone seemed so upset.

“Does your head hurt?  Do you feel sick or dizzy at all?” she asked, her hand softly brushing through your hair.

You tried to think about if you felt sick or dizzy, but all you could really feel was a powerful throbbing rattling through your head.  You also felt really, really tired.  But you had just woken up, so that could perhaps explain that.  You don’t remember going to sleep though, which was starting to concern you.

“I feel okay,” you replied, trying to brush away your Aunty’s concern.

“Alessia, sorry, we need t-” the lady at the door began to ask again.

“I won’t be playing, sorry.  My family is more important right now,” Aunty Lessi told her.

“Less, you should go play.  I’ll stay with Bunny and make sure she’s-”

Your Aunty Lessi whipped around to face Aunty Leah. “No, Leah.  I’m not leaving her.  She’s hurt.   We’ll get a car to take us back to the training centre so we can go home early,” she insisted firmly.

Aunty Leah replied with a sad smile and a nod.  “I’ll go get our stuff packed up then, yeah?”

“I’m okay Aunty Lessi, you should play!” you tried to insist.

“No Bunny, there would be no point in me playing anyways.  I would be so distracted out there and worrying about you I would probably kick the ball into the wrong goal by mistake.”

By the time you finally got back home that night, your head was still pounding and you were struggling to stay awake.  You were trying your hardest to be big and brave and pretend like you were okay, but as soon as you stepped into bath, your whole façade fell apart.  As the warm water lapped at your tense muscles, which you now realised you’d been clenching in an effort to distract from the pain in your head, your resolve melted and you began to weep.

You brought your knees up to your chest and dropped your head forward, your hands entwining at the back of your head as your little body shook with each sob.  The tears and jagged breaths only intensified the pain in your head though, which in turn caused more tears and jagged breaths.  You tried your hardest to stay as quiet as possible, but you were aware that your cries were becoming increasingly vocal.

There was soon a soft knock at the door, followed by your Aunty Lessi’s voice.  Whilst making sure you still got clean and dressed, your Aunties had always tried to give you your privacy while bathing and dressing, which you appreciated.  They were your Aunties, but it still felt weird being undressed around people who weren’t your parents.

“Bunny?  Are you okay?” she called through the closed door.

“It hurts” you cried in response.

“What hurts honey?”

“Everything.  My head hurts most.”

“How about we give you some medicine to make it hurt less, yeah?”

“Okay.”

“And then we can get you to bed, and you can try and get some rest, alright?”

“Okay.”

There was a short pause.  You’d assumed your Aunty had gone away to get the medicine, but then you heard her voice again.

“Bun, you don’t always have to try and be big and brave y’know?  If you’re hurting, you can tell us.  Always.  I promise you won’t be in trouble or we won’t make fun of you or anything.  We just want you to feel okay.”

“Okay.”

You didn’t fully believe her.  You wanted to, but a part of you still believed that there was only so much love and affection to go around and you needed to space that out at least until Lemonade arrived.  You didn’t want to use it all up on this incident.

So you tried your hardest to push the pain down and away as you quickly washed yourself.  You managed to get yourself up and out of the bath and wrapped in a towel before there was a knock at the door again.

“You can come in,” you mumbled, making sure the towel was secured tightly under your arms.

Your Aunty Lessi entered with a little cup filled with pink medicine and a cup of water.  She kneeled down to your height as she offered it to you.

“Now it says strawberry flavoured on the bottle, so hopefully it won’t taste too bad.”

You gingerly took the cup and gulped the medicine down, wincing at the distinctly fake strawberry taste.  You quickly grabbed the cup of water from your Aunty’s other hand and skulled that down to wash away the lingering flavour.

“Good job, Bun.  Now let’s get you into your PJ’s and into bed, yeah?”

By the time you were under the covers, arms tightly wrapped around your beloved Arthur, the pain in your head had dulled to only a mild ache.

“Goodnight sweet girl” your Aunty Lessi whispered, kissing the top of your head.

“Night Aunty Lessi” you mumbled back.

It was the first time you slept through the night without waking up to a nightmare since the fire.

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You woke up to the smell of Aunty Lessi’s lasagne wafting through the house.  However, as you opened your eyes and came to your senses, you immediately panicked. 

You were not in your own bed. 

You were in your Aunties bed.

You had no idea how you’d come to be in their bed.  The last thing you remembered you were lying on the floor in the loungeroom studying one of the books the Arsenal girls had given you about football.  You were trying to understand where all the different positions were on the pitch and what responsibilities each position had.  You had been figuring out the difference between a centre-back and a full-back when you had… fallen asleep.

Bad. Bad. Bad.

Whilst it had been a few days now since your accident and you’d had a couple of days off school and your head no longer hurt, you were still feeling extra extra tired from your concussion.  You’d spent most of that day at school trying to hide your yawns from your teacher and classmates.  When you’d been given some free time after finishing one of your activities ahead of the rest of the class, the same group of students that always seemed to catch you at your weakest had caught you dozing off in the corner of the room where you’d been reading.  They’d tied your shoelaces together and were starting to draw on your arm when you woke up.  You hadn’t realised they’d also put rolled up pieces of paper in your hair braid until your Aunty Leah pointed them out when she picked you up.

You’d tried to brush it off and said it was just a game all the kids were playing with each other, but the concerned frown your Aunty gave you implied she didn’t quite believe your lie.

“You know you can tell us if there’s anything going wrong at school, yeah?  If anyone’s picking on you or calling you names or anything?”

You just nodded.  There was no way you would ever tell your Aunties what was really happening at school.  You would just deal with it like a big girl.  Push through.  Be brave.  They had bigger things to worry about than some kids putting paper in your hair and saying mean things.  Your Aunty Leah was growing a human AND mending her busted knee for heaven’s sake!  You could deal with some silly paper in your hair.

When you’d got back to the house, you went straight to your room to undo your braid and pluck all the little pieces of paper from your hair.  You’d counted them (23 in total) before scrunching them up and throwing them in the little wastepaper basket beside your desk. 

As the paper hit the basket, a tiny ball of raging heat began bubbling in your chest.  You didn’t know what to do with it or how to describe it, but it made you want to stomp your feet and hit a wall and scratch at your skin.  You’d never been the best at describing emotions, but you were pretty certain this wasn’t sadness.  Perhaps, this was anger? Frustration? Disappointment? 

The tiny ball continued to bubble and grow as you lunged for your bed where Arthur lay.  You attempted desperately to use your tried and tested method of rubbing his ear against your cheek to calm the feeling, and whilst it felt nice, it did nothing to soothe your need to stomp or hit or scratch.

You searched your room urgently for something else to ease the searing heat in your chest, even gulping down the remnants of a cup of water on your bedside table.  But nothing worked.  You needed to stomp or hit or scratch.  You knew couldn’t stomp your feet or hit a wall, because that would be loud, and your Aunty would hear and come ask what was wrong.  So, you decided to scratch. 

You had to pick somewhere not too visible so that if you left a mark, nobody would see and ask what happened.  So, you tugged up the hem of your school dress and pushed down your tights and began scratching at the skin at the top of your right thigh.

The relief was instant. 

The second your nails dug into your flesh, the little ball of heat in your chest began to cool.  You scratched and scratched, and scratched some more until it finally, finally disappeared.  By the time you eventually stopped, your skin was stinging, and your fingers were cramping.  But the little ball of heat was gone, and that was all that mattered.

There was a gentle knock on the door as you speedily pulled your tights back up, wincing as they brushed against your newly tender skin.

Your Aunty Leah popped her head in through the door, “Bun, do you want a snack? I got some blueberry muffins from the bakery…”

“Oh… um, yeah, I’ll be right down, just getting that paper out of my hair,” you mumbled, quickly running your fingers through the ends of your messy blonde mane.

“Alright, I’ll pop them in the microwave to warm them up,” she replied before heading back downstairs to do so.

As you heard her footsteps fade away, you turned around and pulled your tights down again, trying with all your might not to release a pained noise as the fabric ripped away from your newly raw skin.  The area you’d scratched was an angry red colour and the skin seemed wet, but there was no blood, which whilst a relief, made no sense to you.

Not wanting to keep your Aunty waiting, you hastily pulled your tights the rest of the way off and threw them in your laundry hamper.  The house was warm enough, but you decided to grab your soft little blanket that had purple and grey clouds, as well as the book on football you had been reading and the little notebook you’d been making notes in (and Arthur of course), and head downstairs.

“Perfect timing Bun, just took them out of the microwave.  Do you want a drink?”

“I’m okay.  Thank you, Aunty Leah, this looks lovely” you replied, climbing up onto a stool in front of the kitchen bench where a little plate with a yummy looking blueberry muffin sat.

“Well, we all know the kitchen is Aunty Lessi’s domain.  That woman can cook like a dream!  But I’m not too shabby at picking out a good pastry.  I guess you could say bread and bread-adjacent foods are my domain,” she teased.

You giggled as you tucked into your muffin, appreciating your Aunty Leah’s silly jokes about how bad at cooking she was and how limited the range of foods she ate was.  Your extended family often seemed to tease her a bit about being a picky eater and she would usually laugh it off or join in on the joke.  But you knew it was something she was actually a bit self-conscious about. 

A few days into your stay here you’d gone to the fridge to grab some milk for your cereal and had accidentally knocked a container off a shelf.  As you bent down to pick it up, you noticed a little letter stuck to the lid that read “Leah, my love, it’s okay if you can’t eat this.  I know you tried and I’m proud of you.  Please just make sure you eat something or at least have a protein smoothie.  For you and for ‘L’.  Love you – xx Less.”  You’d immediately felt guilty for reading it as you rushed to put it back on the shelf, knowing you’d intruded on a bit of your Auntie’s privacy.  You’d seen a few similar little notes stuck to containers since then.  At the time you’d been very confused about what “for you and for ‘L’” meant, but you had since figured out it meant ‘for you and for Lemonade’. 

When you finished your muffin, you wriggled off the stool and headed over to place your plate in the dishwasher.

“Are you done with your plate too, Aunty Leah?” you offered.

“Oh, thanks sweetie, you didn’t have to do that,” she replied as she passed you her plate with a smile.  “Feel free to watch something on the telly if you want.  I’ve got a bit of boring adult housework stuff to catch up on before Aunty Lessi gets home.”

“Is there anything you need help with?” you asked.

“No, no.  I’ve just got to do a couple of loads of laundry and there’s no way I would make you deal with Aunty Lessi’s gross smelly training socks!  It’s bad enough poor little Lemonade is stuck with me and can’t escape from it,” she laughed, jokingly shielding her belly from the smell.

“Is it okay if I just read in the loungeroom?” you asked.

“Of course it is!  Just remember if your head starts to hurt or you’re feeling too tired or anything, to have a rest, yeah?” she smiled at you, stroking her fingers affectionately through your hair.

“I will, thank you.”

So, you made yourself comfortable in a little spot on the loungeroom floor, surrounded by a couple of cushions, the blanket you’d brought down from your room and, of course, Arthur.  Soon you were laying on your belly, nose deep in the book and jotting down notes in your notebook all about what a penalty shootout was and what circumstances led to one.  You drew a little picture of the goal and the line markings and where the goalie had to stand and where the other players had to stand, before turning back to the book to read about in-game penalties when slowly but suddenly you… were… asleep.

The next thing you knew you were waking up in your Auntie’s bed to the smell of your Aunty Lessi’s lasagna.

The realisation hit you like a hundred bolts of lightning.

You’d slept in someone else bed.

Bad. Bad. Bad.

Bad things happen when you sleep in someone else’s bed.

The last time you’d slept in someone else’s bed, your house burned down, and your Mummy and Daddy had died.

You jumped out of the bed as though it was burning you, panic rattling all through your little body.

“Bad. Bad. Bad.”

Your right hand began hitting at the side of your head before you even knew it was happening.

“Bad. Bad. Bad.”

Your other hand clawed at the skin of your neck, scratching determinedly at the tender skin there.

“Bad! Bad! Bad!”

You tried so hard to stop them, but your feet began to stomp loudly, your whole body seemingly moving with a mind of its own.  Everything around you seemed like it was spinning.  You thought you could smell smoke and when your eyes began to water you weren’t sure if it was because you were crying or if it was because there was actually smoke. 

You vaguely heard a commotion and saw the door swing open, but everything around you continued to spin making you feel like throwing up.  You couldn’t throw up in your Auntie’s bedroom!

“Bad! Bad! Bad!”

“Bunny?  Sweetie, what’s going on?”

You could hear your Aunty Lessi’s voice and feel her presence, but the only word you could think was ‘BAD’.

“Bad! Bad! Bad!”

The word kept falling from your lips and you continued to stomp and hit and scratch.

“Okay, Bun.  I’m going pick you up so you stop hurting yourself sweetie.  I need to make you nice and safe, alright?”

Again, you heard your Aunty but all you could think was ‘BAD’.

“Bad! Bad! Bad!”

Carefully you felt your Aunty wrap her arms around you, trapping your arms and lifting you off the ground.  You struggled as your body fought to keep hitting and scratching and stomping, but she gently tugged your hands away from your neck and head, tucking them tightly against her chest.

“You’re okay, lovely.  You’re safe, I promise.  It’s just you, me and Aunty Leah here okay.  Nothing bad is going to happen alright?  We’re safe.  You’re safe.  Everything’s okay…”

“Bad. Bad. Bad.”

“What do you mean by bad, Bun?” Aunty Lessi asked.

You shook your head, unable to explain yourself.  All you could say was “bad.”

“Oh sweetie, you haven’t done anything bad.  You’re not in any kind of trouble.  I promise.  And nothing bad is going to happen either, okay?” she whispered.

You began to slowly unclench in her arms, comforted by the soothing way she was swaying gently.  Eventually you opened your eyes to see your Aunty Leah standing in the doorway watching on, her face red and blotchy as though she’d been crying.

You immediately came back into your body, realising whatever you’d just done had upset your Aunty Leah.  You tried to wriggle slightly to free yourself from your Aunty Lessi’s grip, but she tightened her hold.

“Not yet sweetie.  I need to what’s going on?  What happened?” she asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed with you in her lap.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.  I didn’t mean to be bad and upset Aunty Leah.  I’m so sorry.  I promise I’ll be good.  I promise.”

“Darling, you didn’t upset me” your Aunty Leah assured you as she came over to sit next to Aunty Lessi on the bed.

“But your face is blotchy like you’ve been crying” you replied, your Aunty Lessi finally loosening her grip on her as your reached toward Aunty Leah.

“Well, it’s because I have been, but it’s not because you upset me.  I’m just worried about you is all.  Why were you hurting yourself?” she asked, taking your hand in hers.

“I just had to.  I don’t know.  I just did.  I was bad.”  You jumped off Aunty Lessi’s lap and started pacing on the floor in front of her and Aunty Leah.   “I woke up in this bed and I had no idea why I was in your bed and all I could think was ‘bad’ and I just did it without realising.”

“I washed your sheets and they’re in the dryer.  So, when you fell asleep on the loungeroom floor, I just put you in here for your nap.  I didn’t mean for it to upset you so much, sweetie,” Aunty Leah explained, tears still rolling down her cheeks.

“You didn’t upset me, I just I don’t want you and Aunty Lessi and Lemonade to die too!”

You heard your Aunties gasp at your explanation, but you just kept pacing, trying to figure out a way to stop the inevitable from happening.

“Bunny, oh my goodness, why would Aunty Leah and Lemonade and I die because you had a nap in our bed?”

“Because that’s what happened when I slept in Mummy and Daddy’s bed!”

You watched as your Aunties exchanged a series of looks.  The seemed confused and shocked, which was confusing and shocking to you, because it all seemed so obvious.

“Darling, your Mummy and Daddy didn’t die because you slept in their bed,” Aunty Leah tried to tell you.

“Yes, they did!  They did.  They DID!  I know they did!  It’s the only thing different I did that night from all the other nights.  I had done so so good all summer getting into my big girl routine and kept it up really well for the first couple of weeks of school.  But then… then I slipped up, and I was bad and I asked to sleep in bed with Mummy and Daddy that night.  And and th- the fire happened.  And if I had of been in my own room, I could have got myself out.  Because we’d practiced.  Daddy made sure we practiced.  And and and then… then Da-Daddy wouldn’t have needed to get me out and he could have helped Mummy because of her leg.  And they could have got out too.  But I was bad.  I slept in a bed that wasn’t mine.  When I should have just slept in my own bed, like a good girl.  Like a big girl.  And now they’re dead.  They’re both dead.  And it’s my fault.  And now what if you die too!?”

[lvnleah]

could you please write a hc of mcfoord toddler maybe like readers first day of preschool and she gets hurt?

Tiny scrapes | Caitlin Foord x Katie McCabe.

word count: 700

Your morning started like any other, waking up to the soft sounds of your mums moving around the house. Caitlin was already in the kitchen, making you your favourite breakfast—pancakes with a little bit of syrup. You sat in your chair, still a little sleepy, as Mummy smiled at you.

“Ready for a big day at preschool, kiddo?” she asked, handing you a plate.

You nodded your head, “Mhm! I can’t wait to see all my friends.”

Katie came in a moment later, her hair still damp from her shower. She ruffled your hair as she sat beside you with her own plate of breakfast.

“It’s going to be a good day, kid. We’ll pick you up after training, so be good for your teachers, alright?” she said. You nodded eagerly between bites of pancake.

Once breakfast was done, Caitlin helped you get dressed and into your coat while Katie grabbed your backpack. The three of you headed out the door, and as always, you held both of their hands.

The drive to preschool was filled with the usual chatter. Caitlin asked you what you wanted to do today at school, and you told her about the swings and how you were going to be the fastest runner.

Katie laughed, “That’s my girl, the fastest runner on the playground.”

When you arrived at preschool, Caitlin knelt down to kiss your cheek. “Be good, little one,” she said, her voice soft as she hugged you tight.

Katie did the same, giving you a quick kiss on the top of your head. “We’ll see you later, kiddo. Have fun!”

The day started like any other at preschool. You played with your friends, built towers with blocks, and sang songs during circle time. Everything was going well until it was time to go outside for a break.

The playground was your favourite, and you were ready to show everyone how fast you could run. You darted around, pretending to be a superhero, your cape (which was really just a coat) flapping behind you.

But as you ran toward the swings, your foot caught on a tree root you hadn’t seen. Before you could stop yourself, you tumbled forward, landing hard on your hands and knees. The sting of the fall hit you all at once. You looked down at your knee, seeing a scrape with a bit of blood, and tears sprang to your eyes.

Your teacher rushed over, helping you up and giving you a comforting hug. “It’s okay. Let’s go inside and clean that up.”

But it hurt, and all you could think about was wanting Caitlin and Katie. The teacher called them, and while you waited, she gave you some ice and a drink, but nothing felt right.

Not long after, Caitlin and Katie arrived. They both came rushing in, eyes full of worry. Caitlin was the first to scoop you into her arms.

“Aw, sweetheart, what happened?” she asked, kissing your head as she held you close. Her voice was gentle, but you could hear the concern.

“Fell over,” you mumbled, sniffling a little, “Knee hurts, Mummy.”

Katie crouched beside you, looking at your knee with a frown. “Ach, that looks like it hurts,” she said “We’ll get you home, get that all cleaned up, eh?.”

Katie carried you out to the car, holding you tight as you rested your head against her shoulder. Once you were in the car, Caitlin kept a close eye on you from the front seat, turning around every few minutes to check if you were alright.

Instead of going home, though, they took you to the training ground. You were feeling a little better now that you were with them, but your knee still hurt. When you got there, Caitlin and Katie took you straight to the medical room. The team’s medic was gentle, cleaning your knee while Caitlin kept you distracted.

Katie held your hand the whole time, “You’re a tough one, aren’t ya, kiddo?” she said with a smile. “Braver than most of the players, eh!”

Once your knee was bandaged up and you’d had a big cuddle from both of them, you felt much better. Your bear even got his own little bandage while you got a little crayon plaster.

Caitlin kissed your forehead. “There’s my brave girl,” she said proudly. “How about you stay here with us and watch training?”

So, for the rest of the day, you sat on the sidelines with a snack in hand, cheering whenever Caitlin or Katie did something amazing to you on the field. Caitlin would give you a wave every time she looked your way, and Katie always made sure to pull funny faces at you when she ran past.

By the end of the day, you’d forgotten all about your scraped knee. You had your Mummy and Mama with you, and that made everything better.

[crochetnerdsworld]

Besties (Alyssa Naeher x Kellex Child Reader)

Y/N has adored her Aunt Alyssa since she was a newborn and always follows her around at camp. Chaotic toddler adorableness ensues.

From the moment Y/N Y/M/N O'Hara-Morgan met her Aunt Alyssa, the goalkeeper was her favorite aunt. Alyssa was immediately smitten with the tiny baby in her arms, swaddled in a pink blanket with soccer balls all over it. 

Y/N soon became a fixture at matches and USWNT camps. While Y/N showed love to all her aunties, adoring being held and played with, she would always go to Alyssa when given the choice. Even after many bribing attempts by other players, Alyssa remained her favorite aunt. 

Y/N, who just turned two, arrives for camp in Alex's arms, dressed in a white shirt with little overalls, and hair pulled back into pigtails. Kelley is behind them, lugging the bags. Y/N squeals as they enter the conference room where everyone is gathering. The toddler begins squirming, so Alex sets her down and chuckles as Y/N takes off, toddling her way toward Alyssa who is talking with Becky and Emily Sonnett, blanket clutched in hand.

"Hey Uncle, your bestie is here," Emily teases, pointing out the toddler. 

"Hey there, little one. Did you have a good flight?" Alyssa asks as she scoops up the toddler, smiling at Alex and Kelley as they join the small group.

"Someone decided that plane rides mean it's time to screech, so..." Alex sighs. "She was a total troublemaker. I blame Kelley for that side of her, though,"

"Rude! I thought you loved me, Alex!," Kelley replies, "Honestly, I'm just glad they didn't kick us off, though".

Soon, it is time for dinner. Y/N eats her mac and cheese happily, strapped into a high chair seat at a table with her moms, her Aunt Becky, and of course, her Aunt Alyssa. The night ends with Y/N waving bye-bye to everyone as her moms carry her up to their hotel room for bedtime.

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"Y/N Y/M/N O'Hara Morgan! You get back here!" Alex calls after her toddler.

In the locker room post-warm-ups, she was attempting to put a Naeher shirt on Y/N for the upcoming friendly game against England, but the little girl heard a familiar voice in the hall and took off in just a diaper and pair of shorts. She giggles as she crashes into Alyssa's legs.

"Hi there, you little rascal. You can't be my mascot without a shirt on, can you? We'll match!," Alyssa asks, tickling the child's tummy. "Come on. Let's go see your mom and get your shirt on." 

Alex rolls her eyes playfully as she takes the toddler. Between her and Alyssa, they manage to get Y/N dressed in her shirt and velcro rainbow light up sneakers strapped onto her feet. They pass her off to the youngins, who delight in playing with her until it's time to walk onto the field. Kelley quickly puts a pair of blue sparkly noise-canceling headphones on Y/N, kissing her head and handing her to Alyssa.

"You excited, Y/N/N?" Alyssa asks, bouncing the small child as they walk onto the field.

Y/N grins throughout both national anthems, staring around with wide-eyed amazement. Alyssa sets her down when it's time for the mascots to get off the field, and she toddles towards Kelley, who won't be playing today. The game starts, and the next time Alyssa glances over in Y/N's direction, she is fast asleep in Kelley's arms, dressed in her little Naeher jersey. 

[insomniakisses]

alphas beth and viv with pup reader when she joins arsenal hcs pls?

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Moon, Mama and Pa

Warnings/Notes: Changed it from HCs to a little Hc / Drabble about living with them for Moon & Sunshine day. Omegaverse au, Alpha Beth x pup!reader, omega viv x pup!reader, Found family, pup!reader / child!reader

Moving in with Beth and Viv, had seamed daunting. Terrifying even. At least until you actually got there. The house was homely and welcoming just like its occupants. They showed you to the spare room the second they’d brought you back from that hell hole you called an apartment.

Beth had started dinner when you all got in, stating judging by the state of your fridge you needed proper food. Viv took you on a mini tour, stating that the spare room was yours now for as long as you wanted it and that you could all look for some decorations to make it more homely.

You were overwhelmed, truthfully, you never expected to be shown such kindness from strangers. Sure, they were your teammates but that didn’t mean that they were necessarily required to help.

Sure enough, by the end of the week you had gone shopping and picked out a few things with Viv. She was someone you found yourself gravitating to. She felt the same about you. It was strange, Beth was usually the friendlier on, always making friends and drawing people in. And you did like Beth. It was hard not to, but with Viv it was different. The immediate sense of family you had with her was unmatched.

You had found a home with them, with the whole team really but Beth and Viv took on the  most motherly roles with you.

Waking you up before training with food and forehead kisses, driving you to the training grounds, always carrying your favourite snacks and always so aware of how you were feeling.

It started as a little inside joke with you and the 3 that Viv was like a dad, she really did act like one even down to the dad jokes and mannerisms. But then the longer you stayed with them the more she felt like an actual parent.

The teasing “Alright dad” followed by a playful eye roll was soon replaced with a soft “okay, Pa” and a kiss to her cheek as you scurried of to do who knows what with Kyra.

The term was the Dutch word for “dad” and it had her routed to the spot mouth open slightly, Beth cooed beside her girlfriend giving her a soft shoulder squeeze when Viv’s eyes watered. Her soft murmurs of “pup….my pup… My pup..” making Beth melt.

The next time Viv saw you was at home, you having gotten a lift from Steph, and the second you entered the lounge you were pulled into a bone crushing hug from your Pa.

You couldn’t help but giggle, trying to wiggle free to no avail and you might have escaped if you hadn’t let a yell of “Mama help me!” escape followed by reaching for Beth.

Because now you had another set of strong arms encasing you as you were pulled to the couch. Forced to sit between a Mama and Pa sandwich getting face kisses and your head nuzzled.

A parental scenting ritual that relaxed you immediately soft pup purrs escaping as you grew tired, barely registering Beth tell you to sleep and that Mama and Pa would be there when you awoke.

After that the nicknames became common place, you were home with your parents, and you’d never felt happier and safer. And OFC they bragged that they got nicknames first.

[jade4956]

A Night with the Arsenal

Leah Williamson - Mummy

Kelsey Essex (OC) - Mama

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The Williamson “Essex” household was anything but calm. In fact, it was chaos.

“Kelsey!” Leah called from their bedroom, struggling with the clasp of her necklace. “Can you help me with this?”

Kelsey, already dressed in tailored black trousers and a crisp white button-down, came rushing in. “Yeah, yeah, I got you,” she said, standing behind Leah and fastening the delicate gold chain. “There. You look—”

Leah turned around, expectant.

Kelsey smirked. “Hot.”

Leah rolled her eyes, but a small smile played at her lips. “Charming.”

Before Kelsey could respond, a loud, excited voice echoed from down the hall.

“Mummy! Mama! I can’t find my shoes!”

Aria.

With a sigh, Kelsey kissed Leah on the forehead and left the room, heading straight for their daughter’s bedroom. She found Aria sitting in the middle of a pile of clothes, a frustrated pout on her face.

Kelsey crossed her arms. “Alright, little one. Where did you last see them?”

Aria, dressed in an adorable red dress Leah found when she was out with some of the team, shrugged dramatically. “I dunno! They disappeared!”

Leah appeared in the doorway, arms folded. “I found them,” she said, dangling the small white sneakers in her hands.

Aria gasped. “You’re magic, Mummy!”

Leah grinned. “I try.”

Kelsey crouched down, helping Aria into her shoes. “Alright, kiddo. You ready”

Aria nodded eagerly. “Will Aunty Katie be there?”

“Of course,” Leah said, standing up. “And Aunty Lotte, Aunty Caitlin, Aunty Stina—”

“And Aunty Kyra?” Aria asked, referring to Kelsey’s fellow Matilda, Kyra Cooney-Cross.

Kelsey ruffled Aria’s hair. “Yep, she’ll be there too.”

Aria beamed. “Then I’m super duper ready!”

Kelsey laughed, scooping her daughter into her arms. “Alright, let’s get going before we’re late.”

Leah grabbed her clutch and glanced at Kelsey. “You driving?”

“Of course,” Kelsey said with a smirk. “You hate driving in London.”

Leah rolled her eyes. “Fine, but if we’re late, it’s your fault.”

As they headed out the door, Aria giggled. “Mama drives fast!”

Leah groaned. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Kelsey just laughed, slipping her free hand into Leah’s as they made their way to the car.

It was going to be a good night.

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I’ve introduced a new fic. I hope you enjoy it and hope you liked reading it. You can always requests and send asks if you want.

[leahsgf]

DISTANCE II - mcfoord

mcfoord x child!reader | sometimes things work out

read part one here

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“i’ll figure something out, promise”

the irish woman smiled softly in response to her girlfriend’s words, but she knew deep down that it would be unlikely, as much as she’d love to believe it. flights from australia weren’t typically what you’d think of when you heard of last minute, impromptu plans - and caitlin still had her own international duties to carry out, being without a doubt a pivotal player for the matildas.

despite the call helping your mood massively, the hours and that days that followed it were even worse than before, you demanding to ‘see mumma’ constantly, and simply not understanding the concept of sleeping, or time difference.

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after about four days of little to no sleep, it’s safe to say you were both pretty close to losing it.

katie had spent most of the evening busying herself with packing for the next days’ training, making the absolute most of you finally being somewhat content for a brief moment - finding much joy in scribbling in your colouring pad, and also trying to distract her mind from spiralling ever so slightly.

she was incredibly worried about you, but alongside that was just simply exhausted. you hadn’t slept properly the entire time you’d been stuck in this hotel, and if you had it was flat on top of her (almost directly on her face, making it impossible for her to rest even for a second)

and when you were awake you were miserable, crying or throwing a fit over things you never usually did - like her putting socks on you, or even just looking at you ‘in the wrong way.’

above all else, she missed caitlin, more than anything. arguably even more than you - it just wasn’t socially acceptable for a twenty nine year old woman to kick and scream over not wanting to put a shirt on because of how much she did.

she struggled with long distance usually anyway, being a major home body - and you were typically her distraction, though right now you were quite the opposite.

and as much as the facetime calls helped you both, hanging up just brought her back to reality, and made her feel even sadder than before.

a sharp knock at the door broke her from her train of sorrows thoughts, standing to answer it with a sigh, assuming it would be a teammate wanting to talk over tactics, or even better, some kind of god coming to save the day.

turns out, she wasn’t too far from right.

“here sweetheart, i’ll be right back, kay?” she murmured softly, ruffling your hair and wrapping you in a blanket, figuring that you should probably be covered than more than just a nappy in front of whatever unsuspecting visitor was on the other side of the door.

when she opened it however, she realised that she was in fact the unsuspecting one, freezing in shock.

“what the fu- cait?” she gasped, her eyes widening.

“surprise?” the australian grinned in response, suitcase stood next to her. “spoke to the staff and managed to sort things out so i could catch the next flight to you. they can do without me for some friendlies” she shrugged, chuckling softly as she’s pulled into her girlfriend’s arms.

“you, caitlin foord, are unbelievable” katie breathed in pure relief, her body physically relaxing, almost slumping into her hold.

“now, where’s my little monster then?” caitlin broke the moment of silence, peeking over the brunette’s shoulder.

katie stepped aside in response, chuckling in disbelief, gesturing inside and in the direction of the bed. “go see for yourself.”

you were so invested in your colouring, and being grumpy - your back facing the door, that you didn’t notice her entering.

“hey pudding” she spoke, so softly it was almost a whisper, but your head snapped up as if she had shouted.

“mumma”

caitlin opened her arms just in enough time for you to launch yourself off the bed and into them, with an alarming amount of strength for a toddler. you clung to her like a koala, burying your face in her neck and letting out a string of happy squeals and babbles - being by far the happiest katie had seen you in days.

“you came back!” you said, voice muffled against her shoulder - your speech still being at the stage where it was just about understandable, but your two mothers understanding you perfectly every time.

“of course i did silly girl” she tickled you, kissing the top of your head softly. “i missed you, my baby”

katie leaned against the wall, still by the door, watching the two of you, her girls, with a loving smile, the weight she’d been carrying for days finally beginning to lift.

the night drew in with the three of you curled up in the duvet of the hotel bed that had been the centre of all the weeks chaos - you nestled snugly in between your parents, having crashed out almost immediately after the initial excitement wore off.

katie and caitlin exchanged a look over your head, a silent agreement that nothing - no crazy schedules, no distance, would ever keep their little family apart like that for too long, ever again.

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i have indeed not proof read this as i just got back from work and promised you all an update….enjoy

[wlwsoccerfics]

Dance Party(RachelDalyXSarahMaylingXKidReader)

AN: i know it's short but i hope you like it. If you do there will be more of them .

Summary: you and your moms have a fun dance party

You ran into your mommies bedroom. Your stuffed Giraffe 'georgie' in your arms .

"Mommy? Momma? Can we have a Taylor Swift dance Party?" You asked them. Climbing into bed with them. Giggling softly.

Your Mommies both cuddle you close.

"First cuddles! Then dance Party!" Your momma(Sarah) said. Smiling at you. You smiled back .

"i agree with momma!" Your Mommy(Rachel) told you.

"okay momma! Okay Mommy! And then Taylor Swift!" Three year old you replied.

You cuddled for around half an hour before you were ready to have a dance Party so you told Alexa to put on 'The Man' by Taylor. Which was one of your favorite songs. You climbed out of bed and started dancing in front of the bed, singing along. You moms watched you for a Moment before getting out of bed to join you. Singing and dancing around with you. This was so exciting.

"you are such a good Dancer, short stuff!" Your Mommy told you. You giggle softly.

"Mommy i am nots short! Momma always says i am a big Girl!" You answered and held your Arms Up in the Air, getting on your tippy toes. Both your mommies laughed softly.

"that's right sweet Girl! I do say that! But mommies sometimes have a hard time seeing their Babies grow up so they say things like that!" Your momma explained.

"oh! That makes sense! Mommy is worried i am gonna be taller then her and she has to sit in the carseat in the back of the Car!" You answered, smiling softly. Which got another round of laughter from your moms. You weren't exactly sure why. But you were quite glad that you made them happy.

It was now time for breakfast and you helped your Mommy make the scrambled eggs. While your momma Made the Pancakes.

"Mommy? Momma? Can i get a Hamster please?" You asked while mixing the eggs with a bit of milk and some spices.

"we have to think about that a bit more, so no promises!" Your momma answered.

"but we gonna take our time to discuss it!" Your Mommy stated.

"okay. That does sound fair!" You told them.

You all had breakfast together and your moms said you would go on a walk today before they had to leave for practice.

After breakfast you put on some fresh clothes, a Paw Patrol Hoodie, some blue Jeans and some black High top Vans. And a Jacket, a Beanie and a scarf of course. It was really cold after all. You walked in front of your mommies. A football under your Arms. Running towards the entrance of the Park. Putting the ball in front of your feet and kicking it around happily. You actually were quite good and would start playing on a little Team soon.

"Mommy! Momma! Play with me?" You asked and kick the ball over to them.

"you really got such a strong kick, Angel!" Your Momma answered. You giggled softly.

"thank you! I got that from you and Mommy!" You replied.

"Sure Thing! You want to be a footballer growing Up?" Your Mommy asked. You nodded your head yes.

"uh yes! I want to be just like you and momma!" You told them.

You played for a little while before having to get Home and getting ready for practice. You were gonna join them today. Something you were really excited about.

[starsjulia]

angel chapter one // calm before the storm

leah williamson x child!reader

masterlist

a/n : my first chapter in this little series i’ve been working on, decided to make the first one a short and sweet one, though i fear that’s going to change

warnings : none!

Leah Williamson stood at the edge of the football pitch, her boots planted firmly in the grass as she watched her daughter run across the field, her little legs pumping with all the energy she could muster. Five-year-old Angel was a bundle of life and laughter, her golden curls bouncing with every step. Dressed in a miniature version of her mum’s Arsenal jersey, with “Angel” printed across the back, she was the perfect embodiment of joy, brightening the world around her. Leah had made sure to get her a headband that matched her own, knowing that Angel loved to imitate everything her mum did.

“Mummy, Muma, watch this!” Angel called, her voice high and bright, echoing across the field. She kicked a small ball toward the goalposts, her concentration etched on her face. It wasn’t much of a kick, but it was enough to make Leah’s heart swell with pride. Angel had recently discovered the thrill of scoring a goal, even if it was just a soft tap against the grass.

“I’m watching, love! That was amazing!�� Leah cheered, clapping her hands and glancing over at her teammates, who had gathered on the sidelines after their training session. The Arsenal Women’s team had become accustomed to Angel’s presence at the pitch; she had become their little mascot, the team’s ray of sunshine.

“She’s gets better every time,” Vivianne Miedema said, leaning against the fence with a fond smile on her face. The sun was beginning to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the pitch. “You’ll have her in the academy soon, Leah.”

Leah grinned, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. “Hell yeah, she’s already talking about playing for Arsenal one day,” she replied, her voice tinged with a mother’s boundless hope. “She’s got her head set on the Emirates.”

“Just like her mum,” Katie teased, giving Leah’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. The bond between the players was strong, forged through years of teamwork and shared dreams. They often joked that Leah was the team’s backbone, holding them together on and off the pitch. But today, it felt as if Angel was the glue binding everyone with her radiant spirit.

The other Arsenal players treated Angel like their own little sister. Leah’s best friend, Lia, always kept a stash of Angel’s favorite candies in their bags, while Lisa patiently taught her new tricks with the football whenever she came to practice. Every time Leah looked over at her daughter, she felt a wave of warmth wash over her. Angel had even started calling some of the players by the nicknames they used for each other. “Auntie Wally” was a regular visitor at Leah and Angel’s house, often coming over for dinners that inevitably turned into long evenings of cartoons and laughter.

“Can I try again?” Angel asked, running back to Leah with a determined glint in her eyes. Leah nodded, her heart swelling as she watched Angel’s tiny feet stampede back toward the goal. She stood tall, arms crossed, as if she were preparing for battle. Leah had never seen anyone so fiercely competitive, even at such a young age.

“Go on, Angel! You’ve got this!” Leah shouted, the words echoing off the surrounding buildings.

Angel took a deep breath, her face scrunching in concentration, and then charged forward. With a swift kick, she sent the ball sailing toward the net, where it rolled gently against the post and stopped just shy of the goal line. A chorus of cheers erupted from Leah’s teammates, and Leah couldn’t help but join in, clapping her hands and laughing.

“You were so close! That was really good baby”

“I can do it, Mummy! I just need to practice more!” Angel declared, her blue eyes sparkling with determination.

Leah planted a kiss on her daughter’s cheek. “That’s the spirit! You keep practicing, and soon you’ll be scoring goals for Arsenal!”

As they made their way off the pitch, Leah looked around, noticing the faded lines painted on the grass, the worn-out goalposts that had seen countless games, and the crisp, cool air that carried the promise of another beautiful day. This was their sanctuary, a place where Leah had spent countless hours honing her skills and nurturing her passion. And now, it was also Angel’s playground.

“Can we get please ice cream?” Angel asked, her voice bubbling with excitement.

“Sure sweet! Anything for my little champion,” Leah replied, laughing as she turned to the counter. They ordered their ice creams and found a cozy table by the window, sunlight streaming in and illuminating Angel’s face.

As they sat together, indulging in their sweet treats, Leah couldn’t shake the feeling of contentment. It was moments like this that made all the hard work worth it. She watched Angel, who was animatedly describing her favorite parts of the day—the goal attempts, the cheering teammates, and her plans for the future.

“Mummy, when I grow up, can I play for Arsenal and wear your number?” Angel asked, her eyes gleaming with admiration.

“I know you will, love” Leah explained, her heart swelling with pride.

“I’ll be the best player ever! And I’ll help my friends, just like you do!” Angel declared, her little voice brimming with determination.

As Leah listened to her daughter, she felt a sense of hope that made her heart soar. She promised herself that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would be there for Angel, nurturing her dreams and instilling in her the strength to pursue them.

But as the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, Leah couldn’t help but feel a flicker of unease. She wanted to protect Angel from any pain or hardship that life might throw their way. In that moment, she made a silent vow to be the strongest mother she could be, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

With ice cream smeared across their faces and laughter ringing in the air, Leah and Angel left the shop, hand in hand, ready to embrace whatever adventures awaited them. Even if they would be the toughest either would have to face.

[greynatomy]

part 4/7 of life of baby preath! also the video is so cute, something tobin would do for her kid.

hope you like it!

-grey

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tobinheath gotta start em young! @/christenpress

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fan1 baby preath will be read for the world cup in no time!

fan2 do you think she’ll be a winger or a forward?

↳ fan3 winger for sure. You see that footwork?

christenpress i didn’t even know you started this when she was barely out my womb

↳ tobinheath gotta keep some secrets from mommy

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christenpress think we got a future soccer star? @/tobinheath

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fan1 this baby gonna have the best footwork and scoring abilities

fan2 imagine your parents being christen press and tobin heath

tobinheath pretty positive we do!

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biggest supporter 2 || mcfoord x child!reader

an/ just some instagram posts about bella maeve! enjoy😊

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baby girl…coming soon🩷👶

bethmead: congratulations guys!

mackenziearnold: congrats guys! can’t wait to be the favourite aunt😌

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alannakennedy: macca let’s be honest i’ll be the favourite aunt😒

arsenalwfc: congratulations caitlin and katie🩷❤️

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isabella maeve mccabe🩷 in our baby bubble 🫧 we are complete🍼

katiemccabe: our baby girl🩷

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victoriapelova: bella maeve🥺🥺can’t wait to meet her🩷

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fan1: omgggg so cute

bethmead: can’t wait for snuggles🥹congrats guys!

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we have a one year old🥹happy first birthday princess😘the craziest most sassiest girl but we wouldn’t have it any other way, mammy and mummy love you so much💕🎂

kyracooneyx: happy first birthday my favourite troublemaker, aunty ky loves,you💕

stephcatley: sweet girl😍happy first birthday darling

arsenalwfc: happy birthday bella maeve❤️

caitlinfoord: our baby girl💕💕

an/ not sure how to feel about this but just wanted to try out a social media type thing💕