Footballer Simon Riley x WAG reader

You found out you were pregnant before Simon went out on the field. You were touring with him because you had nothing better to do than be pretty, by choice of course. You started feeling sick as of late and decided to go to the hospital about it. Honestly thinking it was just the constant flying and maybe a stomach bug.

You missed the game and he was worried. You weren’t answering your phone at all but he knew you were at the hotel. If you had left he would know.

“Are you feeling good? What did the doctor say?” He asked as you hug his form the moment he stepped into your shared hotel room. He kisses your forehead multiple times as he hugged your form in his burly arms.

You didn’t answer right away. You knew how he felt about more children of course. He doesn’t mind it. He can make ten more if he can and you always tease him about it. He’s older with a few grays, at anytime he can have a grand child but he still wants more kids. You don’t mind giving him a few as it’s surprising you weren’t already knocked up with the amount of times you two fucked.

“I’m pregnant.” You mumbled against his broad chest.

“So I was right?” He smirked down at you. Grabbing a handful of your ass in those shorts.

“No.” You glared, swatting his hand. You hate when he’s right.

“Could tell the moment you conceived.”

“How?”

“It’s my sperm baby. Of course I know.”

You give him a look that said ‘seriously?’

“Don’t gimme that look.” He chuckled, sitting down in the bed and pulling you between his legs, large hands on your belly. “But your mother dreaming about fishes was normal?”

“Yes. It’s called an intuition. I don’t know why you’re communicating with your sperm.” You sassed.

“Got to make sure they do what I tell them to.” He grunts. He pulls you closer, pecking your plump lips.

“You told them to mess up my hot girl summer?” You asked, raising a brow.

He throws his head back in a laugh.

“It’s not funny Si.”

He laughs harder while you glare at him.

“Better luck next year.”