#mcwfc x reader

A few warnings for this ficlet - mentions of childbirth and blood

“Ok y/n, I’m going to need you to really focus on this next contraction when it comes” the pain coursing through your body is overwhelming and it feels like you’re on fire while simultaneously being dunked into ice cold water.

“You got this babe” your wife is gentle with her touches, having been pre-warned by her sister to not be overbearing but to also be wary that this is the hardest thing you’ll ever go through, “ok one more push and then you’re going to meet your baby” the midwife chimes back in.

Alanna’s hands ghost over your back when you need her, fingers occasionally trailing in the water as your hips moving in a figure of eight motion trying to combat the pain. The all too familiar tightening starting to build across your stomach again, no other sounds in the room apart from your inhales and exhales, just focusing on the pain surging through you and birthing your child safely.

“That’s it y/n, baby is nearly here…”.

One last push and you feel something between your legs, looking down quickly and reaching down to pull your baby from the water and straight onto your chest, “hola mi vida” you whisper. “I’m so proud of you darls” Alanna gently kisses you on the forehead, tears in her eyes and heart practically bursting with joy, “would you like to cut the cord and we can find out what you have?” the midwife asks the defender.

A pair of scissors is passed over and you adjust the baby in your arms, allowing the Aussie access to sever your child from the organ sustaining them for nine months, “last guess?” Alanna asks, handing back the instruments as the midwife applies the clamp for now.

“I stand by my decision. Un niño” you smile, leaning up to kiss Alanna, “congratulations, you have a beautiful baby girl”.

“Told y’a babe” the defender smirks, kissing you again, a little harder this time, “it’s a good job I love you Kennedy” you smile, wincing slightly as another, slightly less intense contraction overcomes you. The nurse then takes your baby to be weighed and measured, Alanna in hot pursuit ready to take plenty of pictures while the midwife helps you out of the birthing pool and to the bathroom to help tidy you up a little.

You return to a heart melting scene, wife cradling your daughter, little body tucked into her shirt to keep warm as the Aussie softly sings Strawberry Kisses, “introducing her to an Aussie icon already? Smart move amor, but she will be listening to Rosalía faster than you can say Matildas” you smirk.

Reader really want a baby but she thinks Lani doesn’t (or not with her)

spoiler alert she want a baby too

and they aren’t already married (reader is a foreigner so it will be easier for the baby recognition if they were not just girlfriends)

Part two

“Mi corazón!! Come to tia and let mummy have a rest” Harlen gingerly runs over, having only recently mastered the art of confidently walking solo and you scoop him up, using the many leg day workouts to your advantage to rise with the toddler in your arms and take him over to your table where the rest of your breakfast awaits.

“Who’s your favourite tia?” you ask, as Laura leans over to tickle his sides, Harlen poking a strong finger into your chest with a grin.

You hand him over to your teammate so you can finish your breakfast, Laura sitting in the curly haired boy on her lap as he starts eyeing up the last strawberry on your plate, “does somebody like fresas?” you chuckle. His hand reaches for the fruit before you, picking it right off the plate and putting it straight into his mouth, juice dripping through his fingers and onto his top.

The way his eyes light up at the sweet juice and the almost instant sugar hit has your heart bursting at the seams and your eyes drifting over to where your wife was sat, to find her already watching intently.

You were ready, you longed for a baby of your own and had known that long before Harlen had come into your life, however the baby fever well and truly kicked in the moment you met him and had slowly been gaining traction ever since.

The only problem was that you weren’t sure Alanna was ready for that kind of responsibility.

Sure she had matured a lot since meeting you and that had only increased once you’d got married, that sort of a commitment was huge and the defender had surprisingly taken to it like a duck to water but having a child that was yours to take care of, 24 hours a day was on another level.

Admittedly you’d never asked her, yes you’d talked briefly about having kids but it hurt to know she may never be ready for that.

“Earth to y/n?”.

A hand waves itself in your eye line and you realise how zoned out you were, shrugging it off and giving Alanna a quick watery smile before excusing yourself. You knew she would follow and you have to stifle a laugh when the bathroom door bangs open just ten seconds after you entered, “babe? Are you in here?” Alanna’s voice echoes off the walls, the Aussie appearing from behind the partition.

“What’s th-” but the words are quickly lost when she sees the tears that are now running down your cheeks as she crosses the space between you in a flash, pulling you into her as the sobs now take over, wracking your body and soaking your wife’s training top with tears.

The defender can’t even begin to make out the words that you’re saying in, one because they’re in Spanish and two because she’s not actually sure they’re words at all, so instead settles on holding you until your body becomes still.

Only then do you pull away, slightly embarrassed even though it’s your wife stood in front of you and not some stranger, “talk to me amor” the Spanish word in her Australian accent making you weak at the knees.

“No puedo…”.

Alanna reaches for you, lifting your chin so your tear filled eyes met hers, “it’s only me, tell me what’s wrong… please” she pleads, hoping to get through to you, “quiero un bebé contigo” you whisper, secretly hoping she wouldn’t hear but the acoustics do you no favours.

“In English darls” she states, “I want to have a baby with you” the confession hangs in the air you swear you could cut the tension with a knife.

“But you don’t and-”you start rambling, slipping into your mother tongue once more as Alanna becomes lost, however there is one word that she hears repeatedly and begins to understand your panic a little. Your wife is having none of this and shakes her head, “why do you think I don’t want a baby with you?” she asks, “I get baby fever too you know, all the time. I didn’t use to but I can’t help it when I see how good you are with Harlen”.

You look at her, eyes wide, “you really want to have a baby with me?” you ask and she nods, grin growing by the second, “of course I do” Alanna replies, moving forward but you stop her, hand on her chest.

“Say it properly”.

She raises an eyebrow, “I want to have a baby with you” she states, finally being allowed to move closer and you break out into a grin, “we’re going to have a baby” you giggle.

“We’re going to have a baby”.

“Ok this is cute but some of us actually have to use the bathroom”.

You glance over Alanna’s shoulder and are greeted by Kerstin smirking back at you, “piss off Kermit, we’re just fine here aren’t we babe?” your wife grins, leaning down to kiss you.

“Get a room” Kerstin replies.

Favourite view || Kerstin Casparij x reader

Prompt - inspired by the fact I might have died a little when I saw her abs the other day

You’d never been a fan of abs… until you met Kerstin. She’d joined you at City after the Euros and you were both in happy relationships… until you weren’t. You’d never looked at the defender as anyone other than a teammate and in time a friend… until she wasn’t.

It all started when Kerstin came into training one day post break up, seemingly glowing more than the day before and you don’t know what it was but something switched inside you.

She wasn’t wearing anything different or done anything different with her hair but the way she walked into the changing room caught your attention for some reason. You did your best to hide it, keeping your eyes down, focusing on tying your shoelaces even rooting around in your locker for the best part of five minutes looking for nothing just to distract yourself.

As soon as you thought the coast was clear, you’d turned around and were met with the sight of Kerstin half dressed in a sports bra and shorts, abs on full display and knew you were a goner.

The Dutchwoman had raised an eyebrow at you as a form of asking if you were ok and you’d hastily muttered a reply before darting from the room and out onto the safety of the pitch.

To this day, it remained your girlfriends favourite story to tell about the two of you, to anyone and anything with ears, at any chance she got, even if they had heard the story before and she spoke about it as if it was her first time and expected everyone to have the same reaction regardless.

“Liefje, heb je mijn trainingstopje gezien?”.

“No, have you tried the very back of the wardrobe?”.

You’re met with silence, Kiwi purring contentedly on your lap, happily returning to your book and reading a few pages before you hear footsteps approaching, “find it?” you ask, not moving your eyes from the page.

“No but I think I found something much much better” Kerstin answers, detecting just the smallest hint of smugness in her voice, you lift your eyes just to be greeted by perhaps your favourite sight of all, “like what you see?” she smirks, pleased with how you’ve been rendered speechless for the umpteenth time in your short relationship.

She was definitely flexing the muscles, not that you were complaining, her abs had quickly become your favourite body part along with her legs and ridiculously sharp jawline… “earth to y/n, are you in there?” she laughs.

“Huh? Sorry I got a little distracted” you smile softly, shaking yourself out of your little daydream, “I noticed. But I think we better get a move on if you don’t want to be late to training again schatje” your girlfriend suggests, abs on full display as she leans down to kiss you.

“That was one time!” you retort, barely able to meet her in the kiss, too distracted by what was in front of you, “could definitely happen again though” you mutter, reaching out a hand to trace the ridges carved into her stomach. The defender shakes her head, “no can do, training awaits. Let’s go!” she holds out her hands, waiting for you to take them and then pulls you up so you’re level with her.

She spins you around and pushes you towards the door, “vamos mi amor”.

“You’ve been spending too much time with Leila and Laia” you chuckle, the Dutchwoman holding her hands up in surrender as your eyes begin to wander again before snapping out of it and reaching for the spare shirt in your bag, throwing it and catching her square in the face.

“Put some clothes on Casparij, only I’m allowed to see those abs” you state as Kerstin stares you down, “or what?” she presses, trying to push her luck, “you know what” you casually retort, throwing the bag over your shoulder and chancing a glance at your girlfriend whose eyes looked like they might just jump from her head.

A/n: thank you all for 1,000 followers 🤯 my mind is absolutely blown so without further ado, please enjoy this little ficlet…

Glancing around the room, you smile at all the finishing touches you’ve added in the last half hour.

There are fairy lights strung along the wall above the bed, underneath that a string of Polaroids, mostly of you and your girlfriend but also of your friends and teammates while several more photo frames are dotted about, a garland of crocheted flowers (handmade by yours truly) adds the final flourish to the bed frame and of course several souvenir pieces of shirts and memorabilia the of you have collected.

While you had a whole box full of football related items, you saved the best pieces to display, both yours and Julie’s shirts from England and Norway’s openers at the Euros (in which your girlfriend had scored), hers from the Conti Cup final of the same year (yours finding a home with your parents) as well as two very special shirts from the debuts for your respective countries.

Something was missing though and you dig around in the cardboard box for both your Conti Cup winners medals and your own Euro one, proudly hanging them alongside.

Satisfied with your hard work, you wander into the living space, finding the Norwegian struggling to put together the coffee table she’d be tasked with constructing, “I thought putting furniture together was supposed to be something Scandi’s were good at?” you smirk.

You watch on, highly amused, as Julie attempts to screw something together only to find she was holding it the wrong way, “not me” she sighs, sitting back and admitting defeat.

Lifting her head to look at you, her hair catches in the band of sunlight streaming through the window, eyes sparkling and the freckles on her cheeks are more obvious than ever.

She looks like an angel and you find yourself lost for words at how pretty she is, “why are you looking at me like that?” the winger asks, tilting her head to one side, “you’re so pretty” you reply without hesitation and a deep blush spreads across her skin as you smile at how shy she gets under your gaze, something you find extremely endearing.

“Come, I have something to show you” you hold out your hand for her to take and lead her to the bedroom, stopping before the partially closed door.

“Ready?” Julie nods as you push the door open to reveal the space, eyes widening as you let your girlfriend lead the way, features lighting up, as they often did when she smiled, whenever she spots something that holds a special place in her heart.

“It’s perfect, elskede” she whispers resting her head on your shoulder, “I’m glad you like it” you reply with a soft squeeze of her hand, pressing a kiss into her hair, “now, how about we go and fix this table?” Julie groans in response, clearly not up for furniture making but nevertheless she follows you back to where the table lies abandoned.

Her protests at being handed the screwdriver rather than the instructions are quickly silenced and the two of you get to work, finishing the table in half the time it would have taken if she had struggled through alone.

Soon enough the two of you are curled up on the sofa together, Julie’s head snuggled into your neck and one arm slung across your waist while yours hold her close, heartbeats almost in sync and you’re fairly sure your girlfriend is almost asleep, if she isn’t already from the way her body is softly rising and falling.

“Thank you for helping me today” she murmurs.

Your mind was already spinning with questions, despite knowing you still had to get through the trophy presentation: was Deyna here or had she not come at all? Would she be proud of you? All these thoughts swirling around until a strong hand came down your shoulder, “you ok, kiddo?” Lucy asks and you shake your head.

She laughs, “you just won the champions league for the first time, you should look a little happier” she jokes, “I just wanna know if she’s here” you admit, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“Can I tell you something?” Lucy says and you nod eagerly, “she’s been here the whole time”.

Your pretty sure your eyes couldn’t have popped out of their sockets any more, head now on a swivel as you scanned the crowd for your girlfriend unsuccessfully before settling back on Lucy, “I hate you” you scowl, pushing her gently but ever the clown, the defender exaggerates it and falls onto the pitch.

“Oh come on!” you roll your eyes, laughing and dragging her into the guard of honour for Wolfsburg.

Receiving your medal is something, getting to kiss the trophy is even better but seeing Alexia lift the piece of metal over her head, golden streamers raining down around you, you do think anything can really top that. That is of course until you go over to celebrate with the fans, Coti x Coti playing in the background as you celebrate with your teammates, several of them dispersing into the crowd to find family members and friends.

“Where is she?” you turn to Lucy, as the defender scans the crowd for a minute, ‘looking’ for the Venezuelan before pointing her out.

Within seconds, you hop the boarding between pitch and seats, running down the little gap and eventually stopping in front of your girlfriend. It’s almost as if time stands still, like it’s just the two of you, alone in the stadium as your breath catches in your throat when you notice the Barcelona shirt she is wearing.

Not wasting any more time, you pull her into a hug and bury your face in her neck, soaking in this moment that is just yours and yours alone.

“Hola cariño”.

“Mi corazón, have you seen my pink hoodie?”.

“No, is it in the wash?” you reply, still reading the book in your hands and not really paying any attention to the answer, “I can’t find it, are you sure you’ve not seen it?” Deyna asks again, wandering into the open plan, stopping next to the sofa.

You know she’ll have seen it by now so there’s no chance of hiding it, rather you lean into your innocence, lifting your eyes from the page to meet hers and watching the realisation wash over her.

“Is that?” she points.

“I can’t possibly know what you mean” you shrug.

Smirking, you return to the book only to have it prized away from you and thrown on to the coffee table, hands circling your waist. Deyna runs her fingers under the material until she finds your skin before asking again if that was her hoodie only to be met with “quizás”.

That’s her cue to start tickling your sides, the midfielder running her hands all over your body, the laughter falling from your lips as Deyna collapses onto the sofa beside you, still trying to prize the hoodie from your body.

Eventually she gives up and instead pulls you into her side, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “I’d like that back sometime cariño” she mutters, now watching the clouds move past the window.

“It smells like you and it’s super comfy, so if you think for one second I’m giving it you back then you’re very wrong” you reply, snuggling into her side and throwing an arm over her waist, “you’ll have to give it back at some point, it won’t smell like me anymore and then what will you do?” Deyna asks.

The answer to your girlfriends question comes several days later when you have left said hoodie out while you shower and she sneaks it away to wash before hiding it in her drawer, ready to wear again and putting you a fresh one on the bed.

“Dey, have you moved my hoodie?” you shout from the bathroom, “I swear I left it on the side to put on”.

“Lo siento mi amor, I’ve not seen it” she replies just as you open the door and spot the fresh new one on top of the sheets, eyes flicking between the hoodie and her, “aww did you pick me out a new one?” you ask, throwing it on before she can even answer.

She blushes slightly when you kiss her cheek by way of a thank you but as you got to move away, she stops you, using your arm to pull you back and connects your lips in a gentle kiss.

“I promise you can always borrow my hoodies” she smiles, “deal?” you question.

Like Emily Orman, Maya Le Tissier, Grace Clinton, all the kids? I’ve already wrote a bit for some of the Germans and other WSL players but like I wasn’t sure about the younger players.

If you have anybody you want to see let me know? Or prompts or drabbles, for anyone really? I’m trying to get a feel of who everybody wants to see the most.

You again pt. 3 - Leila Ouahabi x reader

A/N: this has taken me a lot longer to write than expected but I wanted to finish it today to celebrate Leila being a City player for a year. I also wanted to say thank you for 900 followers. I really appreciate those who have stayed through my waffling and sometimes exceptionally random posts 🫶🏼

Your interrupted interaction doesn’t stop the pining looks and soft smiles that pass between you during training, in fact Leila’s reaction gave you more of a reason to hope than ever before. It was so freeing to finally know how she felt about you, you didn’t have to hide it anymore and that was the best feeling in the world, so much so you carried this new feeling into the new week as well as the next few games.

It felt like you were flying and you even bagged a couple of goals while you were on cloud nine, six to be exact in the form of two hat tricks, earning plenty of praise from your teammates and one in particular.

Leila had always been affectionate, all Spanish people are but the defender was clearly eager to make up for lost time, not in bed considering you’d never actually slept together but rather she always wanted to be close to you, always in some sort of contact, running her slim fingers through your hair, holding your hand or a finger if you were in public; it comforted her.

You’d never addressed what Steph had interrupted in the corridor, nor did you want to any time soon, you wanted to stay in this bubble you’d created without fear of rejection.

There was still a small doubt in your mind that you were going to wake up one day and Leila would have left you for someone better, but you pushed it to the back of your thoughts every time it arose and you would keep doing it until it either disappeared completely or it overtook your entire brain.

You didn’t just have that to contend with, you had the small fact of trying to find your way without your mentor to guide you now that Vicky had left for Roma. She promised that you would always keep in touch, that you always had a room in her home no matter where she lived if ever and whenever you should need it, something she promised to both you and to Leila and an offer the two of you would be sure to take her up on.

Missing the midfielder was inevitable but it developed into missing her so badly that it started to take over your everyday life and you couldn’t hide it even from Leila, which wasn’t hard.

“Cariño please, just talk to me” she pleads, “I miss her as much as you do, you must know that”.

“Do I?” you turn on her, “because I would not be where I am today if it wasn’t for Vicky. She pulled me out of one of the darkest moments of my life, she welcomed me with open arms when I moved here and she helped me get settled but most importantly, she believed in me when I didn’t, she saw my potential when I couldn’t. She was more than a teammate and a mentor Leila, she was family” you choke.

Sadness creeps onto Leila’s features, the defender unable to hide her reaction to the heartbreaking sight any longer, fighting battles with her own feelings as she struggles to find a way to help. Eventually she caves and does the only thing she can, holding you close as the sobs rack your body, gently rocking backwards and forwards to soothe you as best she can, not letting up until the crying subsides.

“Mi amor?” she whispers, “let’s move somewhere comfier” she suggests.

The position you’ve adopted on the floor is becoming more and more uncomfortable by the second so you miss the pet name but don’t hesitate at taking her advice, letting yourself be guided to your room; Leila’s hand never leaving your own. Tugging on her arm, she spins around and almost crashes into you, steadying herself as you start peppering kisses along her jaw and down her neck.

“Y/n”.

Her warning is breathy, the effect of your kisses on her body starting to make itself known, “y/n, stop por favor” she pulls herself away, holding you at arms length. She sighs, running one hand through her hair, the other resting on your shoulder, “y/n I don’t know why you’re doing this, but sleeping with me while you are so upset… it’s not right” she explains.

You stop, dejected but also because you know she’s right, “si, lo siento” you duck your head.

“How about we go and lie down?” Leila suggests, running her hand down your arm, and lacing her fingers through yours, “things always seem better after a sleep” she adds and nodding, you let the defender guide you once again and without protest this time.

***

You don’t even know how long you’ve been asleep for but when you wake, one thing is for certain, Leila has vanished and you are alone.

An empty bed was a horrible thing to wake up to but it also wasn’t a very nice way to wake up either, the reoccurring nightmare you had about your team abandoning you when you needed them most, usually revolving around the team you currently played for but could also include your former clubs and teammates, startled you awake with more of a jolt than normal.

You wanted nothing more than to crawl back under the blankets and hide from the world, to process the fact Leila had confirmed all your worse fears but the sound of footsteps outside your door changed that.

Too frightened to move, you sit there frozen as whoever the mysterious intruder is struggles with the door handle, muttering to themselves before pushing it open.

“Lei?!” you question.

“Buenos días” she smiles, moving further into the the room and setting the very laden tray down on the bed, gesturing for you to move over so she can join you. “I thought you were an intruder” you add as Leila pulls the blankets back over her, snaking her arms around your waist to pull you closer, cold hands bringing up goosebumps wherever they come into contact with your skin.

“What made you think that?” she asks as you relax into the hold, unable to stop the smile that plays on your lips when she presses a kiss to your temple.

“You weren’t here when I woke up… pensé que me dejaste” you whisper the last part, not wanting to give away the real reason you were so surprised to see her walk through the door, “más fuerte, I can’t hear you” Leila frowns. Shifting slightly in her hold, you hide your face in her neck, ashamed of your reasoning, “I thought you left” you say a little louder, cheeks reddening when Leila starts to laugh, “why ever would I do that hermosa?” she asks.

Deliberating whether to tell her or not, you bite the bullet and explain, Leila listening intently and not stopping the circles she’s gently running across your hip or the soft kisses pressed into your hair.

She had always been good at the physical side of things, the little touches, the small but sweet kisses everywhere she could get access to, a hand on your thigh or the small of your back. Her comforting presence, particularly in moments like this, is what has made you feel safe enough to be vulnerable in the past and what allows you to open up without much hesitation now.

“I can’t promise that I won’t ever leave you but…” she pauses, shifting so she can look you properly, “I can promise you I will always come back”.

***

Leila perhaps stays a little too true to her word over the next few days, knowing how much you need her and in turn, how much she needs you.

You are pretty much inseparable.

Ordinarily this might have tempted you to say something but after your recent confession, you really didn't mind and were happy to accept all the love the defender was willing to give.

It came in all different forms, a freshly made coffee when you woke, hugs when she could see you needed it most, making you laugh and fresh flowers every time Leila passed a florist or the markets, which seemed to be a lot as the apartment was overflowing with the things and you'd even run out of vases to use, having to resort to glasses.

The Spaniard never failed to include you even while you were around the team and so even the most oblivious of the girls had now picked up on the connection you shared.

Cooking was a part of the package too and boy, could Leila cook, making you all sorts of dishes from home, favourites of hers she wanted you to experience and vice versa. She even attempted favoured meals that some of your teammates had suggested as well as some sushi and a particularly tricky Dutch meal which was so confusing that you admitted defeat and ordered pizza.

Tonight was a particular favourite of Leila’s that she could make with her eyes closed, meaning you could be in the kitchen without distracting her. Little did you know, you could distract her whether you were five feet or five hundred miles away.

Swinging your legs from your position atop the counter, you watch her dance around, the defender now able to locate everything in the cupboards with ease.

“It smells delicious” you comment.

Hopping down, you wrap an arm around her waist and lean into her, savouring her touch when she presses a kiss to your head in reply before pulling away to find bowls and cutlery so she can start plating up.

There was something different about the Spaniard tonight, she looked particularly good and even in joggers and a plain old white t-shirt, the sight of her in the kitchen had you gulping down your wine a little faster than usual. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but you were sure something had shifted the minute she’d laid eyes on you this morning.

Everything was done with a purpose, nothing was rushed or hesitated, all the little touches, kisses on cheeks that lingered or the longing looks that passed between you.

It was almost as if she wanted you to catch her.

“Y/n… ¿estás bien?” Leila’s voice pulls you out of the daydream, eyes focusing back on the woman opposite and vaguely aware of how your legs are tangled under the table.

“Si… si estoy bien” you reply taking another, rather large sip from your glass, all without breaking eye contact and only once she is satisfied does the defender break said contact, but just so she can remove your now empty bowls to the kitchen as you rise and follow behind her like a lost puppy.

The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife and once again Leila’s actions are extremely thought through, from the way she turns her body to face yours to way she reaches for your hips and pulls you closer, bodies flush and eyes flicking down to your lips.

You stand there for what feels like hours, neither person daring to breathe or even move as the contact from Leila’s hands starts to feel as though it’s burning your skin.

Then out of nowhere, a wave of confidence, overtakes your body and suddenly your lips are on her, the grip she has on your hips tightening as she pushes you back against the counter. Leila’s lips find your neck, sucking on the skin as you let out a soft noise, tilting your head and allowing her more access, her hands winding their way up your shirt and across your back.

“Lei…” you breathe, pushing her head away.

She frowns, “not here” you add and you swear her eyes almost pop out of her head, drawing a small smile on your lips, “lead the way” she replies.

***

The first thing you register upon wakening are the strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist and the body pressed up against your own, the owners warm breath tickling the hairs on your neck.

It takes you a second to realise who it is but when you do, you can’t help but break out in a smile.

Shifting your body, slowly and carefully so as not to wake the sleeping brunette, you bring yourself face to face with Leila, studying her features as she sleeps on and wondering how it had taken you so long to get to this point. She had always been the person you connected with the most and after so many mornings spent alone after one night stands, having someone who stayed and having that person be Leila was something you felt so deeply you couldn’t explain it.

“I can hear you thinking cariño” the defenders eyes are still firmly closed but there is a rather large smirk on her lips, “you stayed” you whisper almost completely choked up.