💕💕💕🎶🎉Raffa💕💕💕💕

💕💕💕Raffa 💕💕💕💕

what if you were a people pleaser giraffe dressed as a peacock doing a job at a casino to try and prevent your bestie from getting kidnapped. and your main job was looking pretty by the piano

Rafael Senior, and his daughters

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The best dog parent - Declan Rice. 

HI BAE!!💗💘💓💝 I’m sorry you have been waiting for ages! thank you so much for your request. I do apologise it’s bad and not like what you wanted it to be BUT THERES ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENT 👍🏼 I LOVE U SOOO MUCH MY SOULMATE FOREVER 💓💗💝😭💘💕💗

Seeing Declan and Raffa together filled your heart with so much love.

To say the kid was obsessed with the dog was an understatement. Sometimes you think he loves Raffa more than captaining West Ham, which is a hell of a lot. The two together could be described as stuck together like glue, a special bond so close. What ever Dec did, Raffa did too.

Dec would often leave training 20 minutes early so that he could take Raffa on an evening walk before it was dark. Or you would find him coming home with several cuddly toys for his little cockapoo, spending great deals of money. During the summer of Euros. Declan would frequently facetime you, not to speak to yourself but to his little ‘child’ Raffa instead. Seeing how much love he has for the pup, really makes you wonder what he would be like having his own children. You both haven’t had the baby talk yet, him being busy with the Euros and football, whilst you busy dealing with your job. 

You and Dec were currently on your daily walk, the golden cockapoo by Dec’s side ready to be let off the lead and run free. This was one of your favourite moments of the day, hand in hand with the person you love. Surrounded by gorgeous greenery, you never want these times to end. Once you reach the safe dog walking area in the park, Dec crouches down ruffling Raffa’s head before unclipping his lead from his collar. You both laugh as he dashes off, wanting to play with the other dogs.

“Look! he’s made a friend.” Dec smiles, pointing to Raffa with a big smile on his face before grabbing his phone out and capturing the moment. “Is that going to Mason? Or to the folder on your camera roll with hundreds of pics of him already?” You question, eyebrows knitted together. 

“Both babe, I’ve got to be able to show the team how clever my little baby is. And I want to look at it again later-.” He looks at you with a serious face, as you giggle at how whipped he was over his dog. 

“You are so good with him, you know.” You blurt out,. He smiles widely at you, face beaming with pride. “Of course, he’s my baby.” He grins, throwing one of Raffa’s many toys in his direction. 

“Never thought about having your own actual little baby?” You mumble, the thought of having kids being fresh in your mind. Your heart racing after the words that had just spilled from your mouth, unsure on Dec’s reaction. You tilt your head, facing away from him and looking in another direction, nibbling on your bottom lip as a distraction. 

Dec turns at the sound of your voice, confused as to what he was hearing. “What?” He questions, needing you to repeat again, to make sure he heard correctly the first time.

“Just-“-seeing you with Raffa. You are so good with him and it fills my heart with so much joy, you do everything for him. He’s so lucky to have you as his owner.” He gives you a warm smile, heart filling at your precious words. “-It’s just, what I’m trying to say is-” You breathe out before clearing your throat. You gaze at the ground, not wanting to look at Dec, your worries giving you negative thoughts. 

“- I want to have a baby with you. So bad.” You sigh, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. You awkwardly shift one foot to the other, putting your hands in your pockets. Declan takes a moment to process your words, a shock to him since you both have never spoken about this topic- before. 

He looks away as you look up at him, and now you are really wishing you hadn’t of said anything. The silence is killing you, not a word exchanged. The only noise were dogs barking or babies tears. You feel your palms begin to get sweaty, maybe he doesn’t want kids? Maybe this was too soon? 

“I want a baby too,” He whispers, turning to face you. He pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He presses soft kisses to your head, rubbing his hand up and down your back. You feel like crying in his arms, the relief. You smile with your head nestled in his chest. The two of you stay like that for a moment, until Dec speaks up.

“I always thought Raffa was going to be our baby, because I didn’t want to say anything to you-” He pauses, cheeks blushing. “About having kids in case, you didn’t want them?- Or maybe you do want them just not yet? Maybe when Raf gets bigger? I don’t know what I am trying to say but-?” You cut him off with a kiss, your heart fluttering at how shy he had become. His cheeks were as red as roses and his voice had become croaky and quiet.

“I suggest you message Mase. Let him know that he doesn’t need to worry about his pull out game, If you both want them to be the next Money Mase and Dangerous Deccers.” Dec smiles at your joke, cheeks still bright red.  

“Why have you gone all shy? Mr Declan Rice.” You lift your hand to thread it through his hair, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“Just excited, I can’t wait to share the future with you.” Nervous in his response, as you continue to thread your hands threw his hair. Something you know puts him at ease.

The two of you continue to chat, going in the direction of your dog. The smiles on your faces were gleaming like Cheshire cats, conversations about whose going to be the best uncle? or can the baby’s first outfit be a West ham kit? Checking the time on your phones, you see that it is growing late and you three should probably start heading back. 

You call Raffa by encouraging him with a few treats, the pup sprinting over, dancing by your feet. You tell him to sit, before giving him his favourite snacks. Dec crouches to Raffa’s level, fluffing his fur on his head. Giving him lots of attention and kisses. 

“Raf buddy, how do you feel about being a big brother?” Dec coos, ruffling his head fur. The dog leans into his touch before barking at the idea, causing lots of laughs from you both. Dec clips the lead back to his collar, stands up and slips his hand in yours. Winking at you, you to let out a giggle. You both heading towards the car.

There’s a comfortable silence between you two, emotions high. The car journey wasn’t long, a short 15 minutes. Dec had placed his hand on your thigh, drawing comforting circles, giving you reassurance. You enjoy the peaceful 15 minutes, taking in the views of the outside and your boyfriend. 

“There’s one query I have about this baby.” You look over at him, edging him to carry on. 

“Raffa has to be the first to hold it..” You let out the cheesiest grin, smiling at how insane your boyfriend was.