Comforting Virgil after Liverpool lost against real ? please? Thank you so much
Ofc, btw i love this request‼️
You watched as Virgil left the pitch. He looked devastated. You hoped that they would win against Real Madrid. But that didnt go as planned. The first few minutes were going well. 2-0, but then it went downhill. Goal after goal. It ended up with 2-5. You waited on Virgil. Your eyes shoot up as you heard Trent speak.
"Please take good care of Virgil. He's absolutely shattered." Trent said with a sad expression on his face. You couldn't help but let your face show nothing but sadness. He walks past you. After a few minutes scrolling though your phone you heard the doors open once again. There he was, your devastated husband. His eyebrows relaxed, eyes already looking at you and not picking up his feet while walking over to you.
He walked up to you and dropped everything. He hugged you, tight. You could feel his sadness.
"Oh baby, im so sorry." You replied and rubbing his back.
"Let me take you home. Mh?" You said while tapping his shoulders to let you go. He let out a quick sigh and nodded. You took his bags and walked to your car. He went to sit in the passenger side, you opened the trunk and put his stuff in. You closed the trunk and stepped in. You turned to Virgil and you saw him looking out of the window. He was radiating sadness, you could feel it. You turned on the car and drove off.
While driving you couldnt help but feel sad with him, so you thought to get food since you both haven't ate.
"Wanna get something to eat? Maybe pokebowl or pasta?" You asked him while you stopped at the red light. He didnt answer, you asked again and he just simply replied with a "Mh." So thats a no. You drove when you saw the red light jump to green.
Finally you two were home. You got out of the car and took most of Virgil's stuff. You went inside and dropped his stuff and took his dirty football bag up to the laundry room. You quickly turned on the washing machine and went back downstairs.
You saw your husband sitting at the table, scrolling on his phone. You stood behind him and saw him looking at the highlights of tonight.
"Baby, you and your team did their best. You all tried. You cant always win. Yes winning is fun but losing is apart of it. And those highlights, dont look at them. They'll make you more upset. Just know that im very proud of you that you tried. Trying is all that matters! I love you." You said, now sitting across of him and his phone in your hands. He looked at you with tears in his eyes. You nodded at him, then to the couch. Trying to say "lets go to the couch and hug for a bit"
As soon he was hugging you he cried softly. You hugged him and told him "its okay" and "im here baby, im proud of you" you felt so bad for him. You couldnt help but let a tear run down your cheeks as well. After Virgil calmed down you asked him.
"Virgil, you need to eat something. What if i make you some lasagne." It was his favorite and it was quick to make. He hummed and sat back, letting you go. Before you went to the kitchen you put on his favorite Netflix serie to distract and calm him.
In the kitchen you prepared the lasagna. You waited to hear the oven ping, for it to be done. While waiting you heard Virgil laugh, wich made you feel warm. You were finally calmed down by hearing his laughter. *PING!* You heard. The pinging took you out of your own thoughts. You took the lasagna out and placed it on the counter, you grabbed a plate and a knife. You cut a piece of lasagna and places it on the plate. You grabbed a knife, fork and a kitchen towel, just in case if Virgil dropped some food.
You walked over to the living room and placed the food on the table infront of Virgil. He was to focused on the Tv serie so you sat next to him and said
"Baby, your food is done." And pointed at the food. He looked at your finger, then took the food. He sat up straight, taking the utensils. He placed to plate on his lap and cut the lasagna. He always ate nicely, but with lasagna, he ate like a child. Cutting everything to little pieces and ate it. Sauce all over his chin and lips. It was funny but comforting at the same time. You sat there, admiring your messy but beautiful husband.
"Heb ik iets op me gezicht, schat?" While chewing on his food. You giggled (Do i have something on my face, babe?)
"Nee, je hebt zeker niet overal saus zitten op je gezicht." You sarcastically replied and took the towel and cleaned his mouth and chin up. He smiled and thanked you. (No, you definitely dont have sauce everywhere on your face.)
You just sat back and watched the show. Virgil was done with his food and cleaned his face again. He layed on your chest and you both drifted into sleep. Before you completely fell asleep you heard a little
"Thank you for the food and taking care of me, baby. I love you so much." He said and hummed.
"Its not a problem, thats why im here, honey. I love you too." You replied and kissed his head. You both fell asleep in each others arms.