#dad!jude

Jude was sitting on the couch, his legs stretched out on the coffee table as he watched a game on TV. You were next to him, a fashion magazine in your hands, occasionally exchanging glances with the screen to feign interest in the football. It was a quiet afternoon, but Jude seemed restless, fiddling with his phone and stealing glances in your direction. After a while, he let out a theatrical sigh, putting the phone aside.

—Have you noticed how everyone our age is starting to have kids?

You looked up from the magazine and arched an eyebrow.

—Everyone? Like who?

—Oh, I don’t know, my friends from Birmingham... some guys from the national team... even that influencer you like. —He made a broad gesture, as if he wanted to encompass the world. —It seems to be in fashion now.

You laughed, shaking your head.

—Babies aren’t a fad, Jude. They’re... babies. It’s hard work, you know?

Jude leaned forward a little, resting his elbows on his knees, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

—But it must be amazing, right? Having a mini you or a mini me running around the house…

You let out a nervous laugh, closing the magazine.

—Are you telling me you want a baby, honey?

He paused dramatically, pretending to think.

—I’m not saying I want one now, but… it wouldn’t be bad, right?

You were silent for a moment, watching the way he looked at you, with a sparkle in his eyes that made you feel a mix of nervousness and affection.

—Jude, we barely managed to organize the house after the move. Do you really think a baby would be a good idea now?

He came closer, holding your hand with both of his.

—I know it wouldn’t be easy. But, honey, just imagine… a baby with your hair and my eyes. Or with your smile.

You couldn’t help but smile shyly, even though you were trying to look serious.

—What if the baby get stubborn? Or your habit of leaving things lying around?

—Or your habit of falling asleep in the middle of the movie?

Jude replied, laughing.

You laughed together, but Jude seemed determined to keep the subject alive.

—Seriously, Y/n. I’ve always thought about it, you know? Ever since I started playing professionally. Having someone to teach, to take to games... someone to call our own.

You stayed quiet, thinking. Bellingham had a persuasive way about him, but you knew he was being sincere. Still, the thought of having a baby seemed so distant to you, with college, travel plans and the whole life you still had ahead of you.

—Jude, I know you’d be an amazing father, but... isn’t it too soon? We’re still learning to live together, to deal with life here in Madrid...

—I know. —He squeezed your hand lightly, with a soft smile. —I’m not saying it has to be now. It’s just... something for us to think about.

You sighed, but you couldn't help the warmth you felt in your chest as you imagined the scene he described. A mini Jude running around the house, with the same messy hair and that charming smile. It was a sweet thought, but still scary.

—Okay, babe. We'll think about it. But just think about it, for now, okay?

He leaned in to kiss your lips quickly, with a satisfied gleam in his eyes.

—But I think we could start trying, right? Just to have practice.

—Jude Bellingham!

You said laughing as you stared at the boy in front of you.

—What, sweetie? —He said, feigning false innocence as he leaned his body over yours. —I know you like this idea as much as I do.

—Of course I do, babe, but where's the "let's think about it calmly" part?

You said, trying to stand firm with your position on the subject, but your husband's body was already on top of yours.

—Y/n, imagine our little baby here... —Jude said as he lifted your shirt and caressed your belly with his fingertips. —You're going to be the most beautiful pregnant woman in the world, babe.

You couldn't take it anymore, he talked so passionately about having a baby, the way he caressed your belly so delicately and how those brown eyes shone at you with a mischievous smile on his face.

The rain was falling heavily in Madrid, drumming against the windows of the Bellingham apartment. The sound of thunder echoed across the sky, followed by flashes of lightning that briefly illuminated the room. You and Jude were in the living room, trying to enjoy a quiet evening, with you reading a book and your husband watching a football documentary, when the first loud clap of thunder made the entire apartment shake.

—That’s a big storm!

Jude commented, looking outside. The wind was blowing so hard that it seemed to push the trees in the street.

You looked worriedly at the hallway that led to your son’s room.

—I hope Jayden doesn’t wake up scared…

It wasn’t long before you heard the hurried footsteps on the wooden floor. Before you could get up, Jay appeared in the doorway of the living room, clutching his favorite yellow blanket to his chest and with his face covered in tears.

—Mommy… Daddy… —He murmured, his voice trembling. —It's too loud...

You stood up quickly, going to him and kneeling down to be at your son's height.

—Oh, my love, are you scared?

Jay nodded, hugging you tightly. Jude also stood up, going to the two of them, running his hand through the boy's curls.

—Come here, champ. —Jude said, picking up the little boy. —It's just a storm. It can't hurt you, okay?

You took Jayden back to his room, but with each thunderclap, he clung tighter to his father.

—Do you want to sleep with us tonight, baby?

You asked, caressing your son's face.

Jay rubbed his eyes reluctantly.

—I don't want to be alone, mommy...

—It's decided then! —Jude said trying to sound cheerful. —Let's all go to the big bed.

The three of you went to the master bedroom, with Jude carrying your son and you bringing the boy's favorite blanket. You laid him down between the two of you, but with every thunder or flash, Jayden still cringed, grabbing your hand or Jude's arm.

—Do you want to hear a story, my love?

You asked, trying to distract the little one.

—I want to, mommy...

You started telling a story about a group of animals who faced a storm together, but Jay still looked out the window, worried about the lightning. Until Bellingham had the brilliant idea of ​​intervening in the story and spreading a little lie.

—Do you see that thunder, Jay? —Jude said, pointing to the window. —Do you know what it is? It's the sky playing soccer.

Jayden looked at him, intrigued.

—Football, daddy?

—That's right. —He continued. —The thunder is the kicks. And the lightning? Those are the goals!

The mini Bellingham blinked, clearly trying to process the idea.

—So... does the sky like to play too?

—It does! —Jude replied with a smile. —But it’s just a game. Nothing to be afraid of, baby.

Jayden seemed more relaxed, even if not entirely convinced.

As the storm continued outside, you turned to Jude.

—I think you just made up a new legend.

You whispered, smiling.

—It worked, didn’t it?

He replied, ‘winking’ at you.

Over time, tiredness began to overcome your baby, and his eyes grew heavy. You sang softly as you stroked his curls, and Jude kept his hand on his son’s chest, as a silent reminder of protection.

Finally, the little one fell asleep, with the sound of the rain now working almost like a lullaby. You looked at Jude, who already had one of his arms around you.

—You’re an amazing father, babe

You whispered.

—I have the best team in the world.

He replied, kissing your forehead.