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futbol16 · 1 year

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Nothing is Going Well • England Lionesses

Requests: im sooooo loving the keira leah and georgia trio 😍😍😍😍 could I request a oneshot where the three have grown into Y/N’s older sisters and best friends. In their next game Y/N gets left bloody like Melanie Leupolz during the Chelsea match. Except this time the three see that the injury is much worse as Y/N is unresponsive, their favorite player who was happily playing with them 20 minutes ago now in danger

could you write something with leah keira and georgia being like big sisters to R? and like teasing her but also being very protective of her? thank you love your works

Word count: 4k

“GEE!!” a shriek accompanied by loud giggles echo through the corridors of the stadium and many of your teammates look back at the source of the sound. You’re running past Alex, a cookie in your hand and giggling like a maniac as you attempt to run away from Georgia who is chasing you.

“GIMME BACK MY COOKIE!” her booming voice only makes you throw your head back as you swerve in and out through the line of teammates filing into the stadium’s changing room. Georgia can’t help it anymore as she also breaks out in fits of giggles, her arms outstretched towards you as you just manage to slip away from her.

The girls amusedly watch the two of you running around and they chuckle as you slip and fall on your bottom, Georgia crashing onto the ground too. You let out a loud groan as Georgia snatches the cookie back from you and in the same move she shoves the whole thing in her mouth.

“Crackheads, those two, absolute crackheads.” Leah points to behind her as she grins at the camera, shooting it a cheeky wink that makes the cameraman laugh as he captures the England Lionesses arriving at the Brentford Community Stadium.

Georgia sticks her tongue out at you and you pout at her silliness, arms crossing over your chest. The brunette in front of you laughs at you and you look to the redhead approaching for help.

“Kie, Gee is being mean!”

“AM NOT!” she protests as Keira pulls you off the ground before throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“Let’s go girls. Warm ups start soon.” she nods towards the changing room where most of your teammates are waiting and Georgia ruffles your hair before skipping off. You grumble as you try to fix your hair but Keira poking at your cheek makes you look at her. Upon doing so you’re met with a cookie in your face and a cheeky smile on her face as you take it from her.

“Shh, don’t tell Gee” she winks at you and you hug her waist as the two of you enter the changing room, your mouth full.

Leah, Keira and Georgia have become your best mates in the England camps and you cherished your friendship with them very much. You were much younger than the other three, standing at a rough 19 years of age and they instantly took you under their wings when you made your debut for the national team earlier this year. The trio had unofficially adopted you as their younger sister which they had been teased for by the other girls but they would only smile at their words as they’d pull you into their side and ruffle your hair, saying something about how you were ‘the team baby’.

All four of you played in different positions with Leah all the way back in defense, Kei and Georgia as the midfielders and you upfront as a forward. You had only recently made a name for yourself but it didn’t take long for you to become a fan favorite.

You grew up playing for Arsenal’s youth teams and despite being moved to the first team a year ago, you hadn’t had the chance to show just how good you were. The tragic injuries of Mead and Miedema had forced Jonas to experiment with his other players though, giving you, Frida, and Stina more game time, which had proved to be the right decision. Within two months you went from a last minute substitute to a constant starter and being recognized as the young star of the Reds.

Leah had watched you excel on the field since your very first few minutes of your debut and she felt immense pride when you got your first start. She’s still in absolute awe of your talent every time you step on the field and she has kept you close to her at Arsenal too. She was one of your favorite people and you had even been on vacation with her family. Her mother often jokes that you’ve officially become a Williamson.

Jonas knew that if it weren’t for ‘the main force at the front’ - referring to the team’s three goalscorers - he wouldn’t know what to do since Arsenal had been cursed with so many injuries. Similarly to your debut for the reds, you got your debut for the England Lionesses because of the number of injured players as well.

Sarina had kept an eye on you all of last season and as an Arsenal fan herself she was excited to see what you would bring to the team. She had instantly put you in the starting line up, which was shocking to not only the fans but you as well. Nonetheless, you didn’t disappoint as you served two assists in the same match and then being named the player of the match. You only got better after and it was a no brainer for Sarina to have you play in the final of the Finalissima.

Your journey had only just begun and you were already suspected to be a future Ballon D’or winner. Keira loved to remind you of this and since joining Barca she has frequently brought your name up to Alexia Putellas. When she first mentioned your name Alexia had confirmed that she knew about you and would love to meet you, gaining you a face time that Kei had arranged with one of your idols.

You stand by the sidelines with Leah behind you, her arms around your shoulders as the two of you watch the girls start warming up. Your fingers curl around the blonde’s forearms as you lean back into her, finding safety in her arms.

“You ready for this game?” she leans down to whisper to you and your eyes scan over the Australian players as you nod.

“Yeah” you pause as you spot Steph waving at the two of you and you wave back at her with a wide smile. You loved Steph and you had great chemistry on the field. “I’ve never played Australia before.”

Leah tightens her hold on you as she presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“But it’s going to be fine and you’ll be great. Besides, it’s only a friendly so just in case you panic, remember that.” she tells you, knowing how much pressure you felt and your need to prove your worth to England. You nod again as you look up at her smiling.

“You too Lee.” you tell her seriously. Just like her, you also knew about the stress she was experiencing especially as captain.

“Yeah” she assures you before Georgia and Keira come bouncing over.

“Come on Y/N warm up with me!” Leah shoots the brunette a look as she brings you even closer to her, refusing to let go of you.

“You’ve had her for long enough! It’s our turn now!” the midfielder demands, ball in hand as she tries to tempt you with it. “Come Y/N, follow the ball”

“Gee she’s not a dog!” Keira laughs at her and you untangle yourself from Leah’s hold. She gives you a hurt look, dramatically slapping a hand against her chest and you giggle at her antics.

“I’ll be back but you go with Kei, okay?” you negotiate with the two while Georgia is shouting at you from a distance as she urges you to hurry up. They nod at you as you walk away from them and Leah leans into her best friend’s side.

“She should come to Barca”

“Aww Kei don’t start” the blonde jokes as she throws her head back, smacking at her friend’s shoulder.

“What? Jonatan already has his eyes on her. She’d fit right in.” she explains to Leah who nods, understanding. Leah knows you’re bound to join the club sooner or later in spite of being a die hard Arsenal fan, but it would be a great move for your career…somewhere down the line.

“But Arsenal needs her more” she points out. Keira is about to open her mouth to interrupt again and tell her that Jonas won’t give you or any of this season’s players minutes once his main strikers are back, but Leah cuts her off. “Let’s go warm up, we’ve only got a few more minutes and Sarina won’t be happy with us.”

You start on the bench for this game, which you don’t mind because it gives you more time to observe the Australians playing style before you would be substituted in. It’s clear from early on that Sarina’s new line up isn’t working as well as she had hoped. Leah and Esme can’t seem to connect in the defense, Millie is obviously greatly missed from there and every shot on goal is either wide or offside. Despite this, England still manages to keep more possession of the ball, but you worry that won’t mean much if you can’t get a goal out of it.

If the number of injuries wasn’t enough, another is added to the tally in minute 28, but thankfully nothing serious as Lauren is subbed off for you. Sarina’s hand remains on your shoulder as you wait for Lauren to get to the sidelines, a silent encouragement that she has faith in you to change the game.

On your run to your position you get pats on the back from Georgia and Keira, both throwing a word of encouragement after you. You slowly exhale as you look over the opposition and your eyes connect with another pair of eyes. You look away as you feel a wave of anxiousness crash over you and you focus back on the game at hand as the match is resumed.

“Come on Y/N” you mutter under your breath, eyes trained on the ball.

All it takes is one chance. And Kerr proves that to you as she runs after the ball, hot on Leah’s tail. Leah heads the ball down for Mary but it unfortunately bounces before she can catch it in her gloved hands and Kerr’s foot has already connected with the ball. It’s a goal for Australia.

Leah walks back with her head hung low as she wipes at her forehead, disappointed in herself. While the Matildas celebrate you take the time to jog to your friend who has turned into an older sister.

“It’s a friendly, Lee. Remember that. You’ve been doing great” you assure her as you squeeze her fingers and she sniffles when she gives you an unsure smile. You nod back at her, telling her to believe you.

“As long as we have you on the field, I’m not overly worried” she uses flattery as a distraction from her mistake but you see right through it.

“We’ve still got time to turn this around.” is the last thing you tell her before getting back into position. You’re not too worried about your game because you have Keira and Georgia backing you up as well as your other teammates. Leah recognizes this as well and within a second she has her game face back, ready to face whatever would come next.

It took you a few minutes to get used to the Matildas’ football but you feel like you’ve figured it out. It instantly shows in your game because you’re creating chances for Chloe and Alessia whenever you can. The ball possession remains on England’s side as your team pushes forward and the Australians are visibly taken aback as shots are fired at them. None finds the back of the net until Kerr loses the ball from a pass that Raso gives her. You’re quick to pick up the loose ball and in a blink of an eye you’re sprinting towards their goal, sending a screamer into the top bins. You run towards the corner flag in celebration, patting the badge on your heart as your teammates surround you.

“There you go!”

“Yes Y/N!” Lucy and Georgia scream in ecstasy. England keep the ball in their possession until the halftime whistle is blown three minutes after your goal. A giddy smile resides on your face, still happy about your involvement in the game and confident that the girls would come out victorious.

Sarina’s halftime speech isn’t very long but everything she could say is said. When England reenters the pitch, Australia is already out and finishing up their drinks break.

Arms make their way around your shoulders and you hear a whisper next to you.

“I heard you got a crush on an academy player” Georgia’s voice is laced with a teasing tone as the two of you walk to the field. You abruptly pull back and turn to her, eyes full of questions.

“Who told you?” the brunette raises her eyebrows at your lack of denial but her expression quickly morphs into a smirk. She shrugs but you already know the answer.

“Leah” she says nonchalantly and another voice cuts in.

“She didn’t need to.” Keira’s arm circles your waist as Georgia’s arm is placed back around your shoulders. You look at the redhead in confusion and the girl on your other side decides to elaborate.

“Every time you tell us about your academy days you mention her name” you blush furiously as you remember the amount of times you had unknowingly flashed the girls a dreamy look when talking about your best friend from the Arsenal academy.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” A chuckle leaves Georgia, there’s the denial. She shares a look with Keira who is giving you the same knowing look.

“Freya Godfrey. Does that ring a bell?” you can feel your face heating up and you hide in Keira’s shoulder as you listen to the two giggling at you.

“Get away” you joke with them, pushing the both of them towards their positions on the field as you retake yours as well. You can still hear their giggles until they stop, getting ready for the game to restart.

All seems to be going well as England better their tactics and keep the Australians on their toes. All seems to be going well as Chloe, Alessia, and yourself make a run towards their goal. All seems to be going well as Alessia delivers a wonderful cross to you. All seems to be going well until nothing is going well.

You jump forwards to head the ball into the net and at the same time Sam Kerr tries to intercept. She also jumps, leg outstretched towards the incoming ball but she misses and instead of the ball she gets you. You can feel her studs sliding across your face before you land on the ground with a big thump. Searing pain takes over you as you lay face down on the grass, eyes stinging, nose feeling like it’s not in place and your head throbbing. Then suddenly you feel nothing as everything goes numb.

Kerr looks down at you, a horrified look on her face but the referee hasn’t blown the whistle yet and she feels obligated to run after the ball. Alessia is immediately screaming for the referee as you lay still while Keira instantly runs to your aid. It takes the ref around two minutes to finally blow the whistle and by that time Keira and Alessia have managed to turn you on your backside.

Your face is covered in blood, so much so that they can barely make out where your mouth is.

“Oh no, no no” Keira is panicking as she looks you over and she starts waving for the medics.

Georgia and Chloe are the next to get to you, both gasping in shock. Georgia feels sick to her stomach and she turns away from the sight of you all bloodied, opting to lean onto Rachel for support. Keira’s hand is on your knee as she calls out your name, waiting for any sign that you’re awake.

By the time Leah gets to you the medics are already making their way past Georgia and Rachel.

Leah’s face pales at what she sees and she drops to her knees next to you in horror.

“Leah” Keira’s voice is broken as she searches for her captain's eyes. Her eyes remain on you however and she reaches a shaking hand out to your face, moving a strand of bloody hair from your forehead. Medics push them back as they try to assess the damage.

Your three sisters watch in almost slow motion as they lift your head and wipe the blood from your face. They watch as the medics feel for a pulse and their panic only rises until they get a thumbs up and they allow themselves to let out the smallest exhales of relief.

“She’s -” Georgia can't finish her sentence as her eyes water. Another wipe of your face reveals the cut on your cheek and nose. It also reveals the swelling of your nose and the misplacement of it. A broken nose. It’s not a big injury and you’d recover quickly but the way your face is now adorned with small cuts is not a pretty sight and it only makes your teammates even more worried.

“Oh my god” Leah wipes her eyes before the tears can fall. You have still yet to open your eyes or give them any indication that you were conscious.

“What’s going on?” Keira questions one of the medics as they load you onto a stretcher.

“She’s likely passed out from the pain. She’s got a broken nose and maybe a concussion but that’s about it. She’ll need stitches for two of those cuts. We’re taking her to the medical room” the team is briefly told as the medic rushes the words out before he runs off after his colleagues.

The three stare after them as the medics carry you off the field, sorrowful looks painted across their faces as it sets in. Georgia huffs out a breath of frustration for not being allowed to go after you while the other two reflect on just twenty minutes ago when you were running around and scoring.

The loss of your presence is immediately felt as Australia scores seven minutes later though it’s called off as an offside. The rest of the game goes by in a blur and the second the final whistle is blown and the teams have shaken hands, the trio are off towards the locker room in search of you. Hoping that you’re okay and sitting in your cubby with one of their hoodies draped over you like usual, waiting for them to get back.

Silence and emptiness is what greets them when they open the door of the changing room. They turn on their heels, marching to where they think the medical room is, to where you’d be. However, before they can reach it Leah is pulled back by a hand on her arm and she looks to one of the staff members. He wears an apologetic look on his face and she knows what’s coming.

“Now?! They want me to do a post-match interview now??!” she aggressively barks back but calms herself as she follows the staff member, urging Georgia and Keira to find you.

“Good evening Leah, sorry to hold you back, we’ve only got a few questions.” the interviewer tells her but she couldn’t muster up a genuine smile even if she tried. She speed runs the basic questions she always gets asked, her feet thumping on the floor as she looks behind the camera every few seconds, waiting for the signal that she can leave.

“Do you feel this tie is a setback?”

“Uh no. Absolutely not. Sometimes you have to take blessings in disguise. This friendly allowed us to experiment with different lineups and strategies which I think could help us greatly for the world cup.” she nods along to her words.

“Facing one of the top teams, top player. How hard was it to stop Sam Kerr ?”

“As a footballer you expect to go up against those top teams' top players. Obviously it’s hard, it’s a challenge but yeah, I think we nullified the threat pretty well. Obviously gifted that goal..” she pauses for a second as they replay the clip where she headed the ball towards Mary, effectively giving a goal to Sam.

“You play top teams - watching it again, thanks for having that in front of me” she lets out a nervous laugh as she rewatches the clip. Your words echo in her mind and she wills herself to calm her nerves.

“You play top teams, you play top players and when they’re in form sometimes that punishes us, but I think this has fueled the fire in us. It gives you a bit of fire.”

The interviewer nods at her answer as she checks over her questions and once again Leah finds herself glancing towards the doorway in hopes of getting away.

“Y/N L/N took a rough hit tonight in a nasty collision with Sam Kerr. She’s a recent addition to the team, what can you say about her as a player?”

Leah’s eyes widened slightly at the mention of you, her mind replaying the scene in front of her as you fell to the ground, when she saw your blood covered face, how you were unresponsive. She clears her throat as she tries to clear the images from her head.

“She’s pure class, a very talented young player and I believe she has got a very bright future ahead of her.” she says, voice full of determination as her eyes twinkle with pride but also worry.

“Speaking of, may I?” she points a thumb to the side, asking if they could wrap up the interview.

“Yes, of course. Thank you for your time!”

“Yeah, thanks” she rushes out before jogging down the corridor to where the medical room is, anxiety and nervousness rising in her chest.

Upon opening the door a squeal greets her.

“Leeeeee!” your voice is nasally but it brings Leah so much comfort she could fall to the ground in relief. Georgia and Keira are sitting on either side of you, both holding onto your hand as they smile at their captain.

“Hey babes” she breathes out, taking long strides to your bed. She takes notice of your wrapped up nose and the stitching on your cheek. She gently runs a finger over it before she leans down to press a big kiss on your hairline. You grin up at her, nodding to the space next to your legs and she sits down.

“So?”

“Mild concussion, broken nose-”

“Not anymore!” you cut off Keira’s medical report, giggling to yourself. Leah raises an eyebrow at your state.

“No more broken nose then but she has stitches on the bridge of her nose and her cheek - as you can see” Leah scans your face before resting a hand on your thigh and giving you a gentle smile.

“I feel like a hamster.” you announced, flailing around your hand and Georgia’s. “You know in my dream there was this big big green truck? I named it Weelah Liliamson.”

The girls burst out laughing at your words, the air becoming lighter.

“Oh yeah, and she’s high on meds.” Georgia states, chuckling at your offended expression.

“I don’t get high, I’m a football player you know? You know I’m a football player? I play football!”

“Yeah, yes I know” she giggles along.

“Don’t take drugs kids, no drugs.” you shake your head at her, eyes wide and bleary.

“Okay Y/N/N, we’re taking you home yeah? You’re sleeping at mine.” Leah pats your thigh to gain your attention and you sit up straighter.

“We’re having a sleepover?! YESSS!” you cheer before falling back.

“Shhh. Yes, sleepover.” Keira confirms, helping you drink. An amused look in her eyes, only happy that you were feeling beter.

“You guys are my bestest friends, man I love you all so much” you mumble out, eyelids suddenly getting heavy. The three look at each other with wide smiles, their heart melting at your words and they watch over you as you fall back asleep.

“We love you too”

#england lionesses x reader #woso imagine #futbol16 #woso x reader #leah williamson x reader #keira walsh x reader #georgia stanway x reader

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chelseachilly · 1 year

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king of my heart - pt 10

is this the end of all the endings? my broken bones are mending with all these nights we’re spending

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: as ben continues his recovery, you make the most of his time off by visiting some family and friends warnings: suggested smut word count: 3.1k

a/n: sorry this one kinda took a while, it’s a bit longer to make up for it! it’s also totally fluffy and features ben serving major dilf vibes plus james maddison still at leicester bc i wrote this before they got relegated 😬

see my masterlist for previous chapters

Although it’s still difficult for Ben as Chelsea’s season continues and he remains unable to play, it gets a bit easier as time goes on.

His physiotherapy is going well, with significant progress being made week by week. You manage to slip into a good routine again, going to work everyday and coming home to Ben and Oscar each evening.

There is a silver lining to Ben’s injury, you discover, which is that his weekends are free. You both know that once he’s back on the pitch, the hectic game schedule will resume as well, so you decide to make the most of it.

You explore London together more than you’ve ever gotten the chance to, taking Oscar for long walks around Hyde Park once Ben’s knee can handle it, going for nice dinners, and meeting up with friends.

Much to your relief, Ben starts inviting his mates around the house more, including the boys from the team. It’s so nice to see him joking around with the guys again, seeming more and more like himself every day.

Mason and Reece even manage to convince Ben to come to a game now that he’s feeling up to it. You had avoided the subject as you didn’t want to upset him, but Ben seems to be in fairly high spirits when Saturday rolls around and it’s time to go.

You take an Uber to Stamford Bridge, holding Ben’s hand the whole time you’re in the car, when you arrive at the stadium, and as you find your seats just behind the bench.

Despite the smile plastered on his face and the way he happily chats with the familiar faces around the stadium, you know that it took a lot of strength for him to come here today. You’re determined to help him summon that strength in any way you can, whether it be a hand rubbing gentle circles on his back or just your calming presence next to him.

Just before kickoff, as the two of you are chatting with some of the physios and benched players, the commentator takes note of Ben’s presence.

“And here we have Ben Chilwell back at the Bridge for the first time since his injury in September. Welcome back, Ben!”

Ben smiles and waves at the cameras as they pan to him, and you can’t help but stare at him with admiration as the fans begin to chant his name. You know it isn’t easy for him to sit on the sidelines, but you’re proud of him for keeping a positive attitude and choosing to come support his club and friends.

Their opponents, Brentford, score a goal in the first half, which Chelsea quickly equalizes at the beginning of the second. Although you both leap up from your seats to cheer, you can see the smile fade from Ben’s face as the rest of the team celebrates on the pitch.

“Hey,” you whisper in his ear as you sit down, once again taking his hand and squeezing tightly. “You’ll be back out there before you know it.”

Ben just looks at you for a moment before smiling slightly and nodding.

He brings your joined hands to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles before you resume watching the game.

As the year comes to a close, you and Ben try to spend as much time as possible out of the house and seeing friends and family.

You’re excited for your first Christmas as a couple, and you decide to spend Christmas Eve with his family and Christmas Day with yours. It’s a bit overwhelming meeting Ben’s entire extended family for the first time, but they’re all just as lovely as his parents and siblings, making you feel right at home.

On Christmas morning, you make the drive to your mum’s house, where she and your brother are eagerly waiting for you to arrive before opening any gifts. Despite your protests, Ben insisted on buying your mum a luxury handbag from the same company where he got one for his own mother. Although the gift is technically from both of you, it’s pretty clear who paid for it - and if your mother didn’t already adore Ben, she certainly does now.

He went a bit overboard on his gifts for you as well, including a spa weekend, a pair of new headphones, and finally, a beautiful necklace with your first initial on the diamond-encrusted pendant. It’s beautiful and thoughtful and though you wish he wouldn’t spend so much money on you, you can’t help but love it. The trainers you bought him feel like they pale in comparison, but Ben insists without hesitation that they’re his new favourite pair, and you can tell how genuine he’s being.

Max is equally excited about his gift from Ben, an advance copy of the new FIFA, which the boys spend a good two hours playing while you and your mum prepare dinner.

“I love seeing you this happy,” she says as you’re mashing the potatoes with a grin on your face, listening to Ben and Max shouting at the TV in the other room. “He’s a very nice boy.”

“Yeah, he is,” you smile.

“Your father would be so happy for you,” your mum says sincerely, resting a hand on your back. “And even happier to have future grandchildren with strong genes for football.”

“Oh my god, Mum!” you exclaim, blushing and continuing to work on the potatoes. “We’ve been dating less than a year.”

“Well, I knew I wanted to marry your dad after the first month or two,” she laughs. “It’s just a thought, dear.”

Ben walks in a second later, a wide grin spreading on his face as he sees you and your mother both still laughing.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, walking over and wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Nothing,” you say quickly, leaning into his warmth as he grabs the masher from you and takes over, letting you relax against his chest.

A week into the new year, Ben suggests that you drive up to Leicester to see his close friend and former teammate James Maddison and his family.

You’ve met James a couple times, when he was in town playing Chelsea or for various work engagements, but you have yet to meet his partner or their son Leo - Ben’s godson. They also had twins recently, a boy and a girl, and you know that Ben is excited to meet them.

You drive up on Saturday morning to catch James’ match against Bournemouth. Ben is excited to show you around King Power Stadium, the home of his former club, and introduces you to many of the staff and players prior to the game. You think it’s a testament to the kind of person Ben is that they all still seem to hold him in very high regard despite him having left for Chelsea in 2020.

Of course, it was the right move for him and his career, and nobody would hold it against him - especially James, who practically leaps into your boyfriend’s arms when they see each other. It’s clear that their bond is still strong despite the miles between them and their very different lifestyles since James started a family.

“Y/N, nice to see you again!” James says with a smile when he pulls apart from Ben and comes over to hug you quickly. “Thanks for coming. Kennedy’s buzzing to meet you after.”

“Of course, I can’t wait to meet her and the kids,” you smile, leaning into Ben’s side as he wraps an arm around your waist. “Good luck out there!”

As James leaves to prepare for the match, you and Ben find your way to your seats.

Leicester end up winning the game, much to your excitement. Obviously your loyalty lies with Chelsea, but you’re happy to be here supporting James and it makes for a great atmosphere at the stadium as they secure the three points.

You all head back to James and Kennedy’s house afterward, and Kennedy greets you with a big hug. She’s a beautiful woman with a natural motherly aura about her, and she makes you feel safe and welcome right away. You know Ben has liked her since she started going out with James, so you have no doubt that the two of you will get along well.

“I’m so glad to finally meet you!” the brunette says with a wide smile, gesturing for you to head into the living area. “Please, come in, make yourself at home.”

“Hey, Kennedy,” Ben says, leaning in to hug her. “Where are the babies?”

“Napping, but they’ll be up soon.”

As you’re in the process of thanking Kennedy and complimenting their lovely home, a little blur of motion comes running out from the other room and toward Ben. You watch fondly as Ben lifts the toddler and spins him around in a hug.

“There’s my little man!” Ben says excitedly. “I missed you, bud.”

“I missed you, Uncle Ben!” Leo responds enthusiastically. “Can we go play football in the garden?”

James squats down and ruffles his son’s hair affectionately.

“Remember, Leo, Uncle Ben’s still got a hurt knee and he has to take it easy, so he can’t play football right now,” he says. “How about you show him some of the moves you’ve been practicing, though?”

“Okay!” Leo begins to tug at Ben’s sleeve and Ben smiles and looks over at you.

“Leo, I want you to meet someone very special first,” Ben says softly, beckoning you over. “This is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Hi Y/N,” Leo says, smiling and waving at you. “Did you go to the game too?”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Leo,” you smile, leaning down to his height. “And yes, I did. Your dad played very well.”

Leo nods and resumes tugging on Ben’s sleeve, walking in the direction of the back doors.

“Typical, I just won a match and he only cares about Ben being here,” James laughs, looking to Kennedy. “Want to join us outside, babe?”

“Sure, let me just grab some drinks and we’ll be out in a few,” Kennedy says. “Y/N, want to join me?”

“Absolutely,” you agree, watching Ben be dragged off by his godson, turning back just to flash you a warm smile.

Kennedy gives you a quick tour of the main floor of the house and the two of you enjoy the time to get to know each other a bit while the boys play outside.

Your eyes naturally go to an adorable photo of Ben and James on the wall from their teen years with the England U21s. Your heart does ache a bit once again at the reminder of what he’s been working toward for so long, of how important it is to him to represent his country.

“How’s he doing with the injury?” Kennedy asks you softly, as if she read your mind. “James has been a bit worried, he knows Ben’s struggled a lot in the past when he’s been hurt.”

“Ups and downs,” you say, running a hand through your hair. “His recovery is coming along well, but it’s still hard for him mentally.”

Kennedy nods as she leads you into the kitchen.

“That’s life as the girlfriend of a footballer,” she says, offering you a glass of wine which you gladly accept. “I imagine it’s been a lot for you, too. When he FaceTimed James a couple weeks ago, he kept going on and on about how you took care of him and how you’re helping with his physio and everything.”

You can’t help but blush at that, taking a sip of the cold rosé she just passed you.

“I just try to be there for him as much as possible,” you shrug. “I wish there was more I could do.”

“Well, he seems to be doing a lot better than last time he was hurt, so I think you’ve helped him quite a bit,” she smiles.

You help her grab a couple beers for the guys and a juice box for Leo and head out back to the garden. You’re greeted by just about the most adorable sight ever - Leo is kicking balls into the net with James acting as goalkeeper, pretending to try his hardest to save the shots his son is taking. Meanwhile, Ben stands beside the net, loudly cheering for his godson and celebrating each goal with him.

“A strong attack from young striker Leo Maddison,” Ben says in his best commentator voice as Leo approaches the net. “He shoots…and he scores!”

Leo jumps for joy as the ball goes into the net past James and you and Kennedy join in cheering for him.

“Mummy, Y/N, I scored six goals!” Leo exclaims, hugging Ben’s legs.

“That’s amazing, honey!” Kennedy shouts back as the two of you settle into the patio furniture with some warm blankets.

As you continue to chat, talking about your job and how you like living in London, your eyes can’t help but wander over to Ben playing happily with Leo.

Your mind can’t help but wander, either - particularly to the idea of the little football-playing children your mum was going on about on Christmas.

You’re nowhere near ready for kids - you’re not even ready for marriage yet - but right now it’s startlingly easy to picture Ben as a father.

“Do you want kids?”

Kennedy’s question startles you, and only then do you realize how obvious it is that you’re lovingly staring at Ben tossing the ball gently at Leo over and over again so he can practice his headers.

“Oh, um,” you mumble awkwardly, crossing your legs. “Yeah, I always figured I would someday. With the right person.”

Kennedy smiles knowingly and glances over at Ben, lowering her voice a bit.

“He’s always been great with Leo, you know,” she says a bit coyly. “I can see Ben being a great dad someday.”

Although you can feel yourself blushing, you nod in agreement and continue to look over at Ben with affection in your eyes and butterflies in your stomach.

The twins wake up shortly after and you all head inside to curl up by the fireplace and meet the babies. They’re completely adorable, though the sight of Ben holding their tiny little girl in his arms only makes your heart thump even louder in your chest.

Later that night, after you’ve all had a nice dinner and watched Cars - Leo’s favourite film at the moment - James and Kennedy take the kids to bed, leaving you and Ben curled up on the couch.

You feel so at peace right now, just the two of you enjoying each other’s embrace and the peace and quiet after a loud and exciting day with James’ family. It’s probably the happiest you’ve seen Ben since the injury.

“You have a good day, baby?” Ben asks softly, carding his fingers through your hair. Your cheek is pressed to his chest, your legs tangled together.

“Mhm,” you confirm, running your thumb over the small ‘21’ tattoo on his hand. “Kennedy’s great, and their kids are so sweet.”

Ben nods in agreement, kissing the top of your head.

“I also loved seeing you with Leo,” you admit. “You’re really good with him.”

“Yeah?” Ben smiles, and you nod. “Well, he’s a great kid. And I feel a bit guilty that I only get to see him a few times a year, so I try to make up for it.”

“Well, he clearly adores you,” you say, pressing your lips to his jaw. “Although, I can’t imagine who wouldn’t.”

“Aww, someone’s feeling cheesy,” Ben teases, his arm tightening around you slightly and hand cupping your face to bring you in for a kiss.

You laugh and kiss him back, his lips soft and warm against yours as they meet once, twice, then a third time for good measure.

After you pull back just far enough to rest your forehead on his and peer into his beautiful eyes, you feel suddenly emboldened to ask the question you’ve been thinking about all day.

“Have you ever thought about…um…” You move away from him slightly, your legs still intertwined but your head now resting on the pillow next to him. “Do you think you would ever want kids?”

You’re not sure if you’re expecting Ben to panic or freak out or recoil from you immediately or something, but he does none of the above. His eyebrows raise for a moment, and your stomach begins to churn, but then a smile spreads across his face.

“Yeah,” he answers casually. “Yeah, I mean, this injury’s definitely made me think more about life beyond football. And I think I would want kids to be a part of that. Would you?”

“I think so, yeah,” you respond, smiling back at him. “Not now, obviously, but…”

“Someday,” Ben finishes, squeezing your waist.

“Someday,” you echo.

It’s not a promise, exactly, though it feels a bit like one. You’ve been together less than a year and you know the future isn’t guaranteed, but you also know that you love this man more than anything in the world. You want everything with him.

Ben adjusts your positions slightly, pulling one of your legs over his lap so that you’re straddling him and running his hands up and down your thighs.

You subconsciously roll your hips against his as you lean down to kiss him, making him moan into your mouth.

As his warm hands begin to wander under your jumper and touch your bare back, it takes all of your willpower to stop him.

“Ben,” you scold gently, though you remain in his lap. “There are other people in this house, including children, we can’t fuck on the couch.”

“I’m pretty sure Leo was conceived in my bathroom during a party, they owe me one,” Ben chuckles, though you just narrow your eyes at him. “Fine, let’s go to bed.”

He gets to his feet, lifting you up along with him and kissing you passionately. Although the friction created with your legs wrapped around his waist is addictive, you hop down immediately when he begins to walk away from the couch.

“No way I’m letting you carry me anywhere with that knee, Chilwell,” you say firmly, reaching out your hand for him to take. Although Ben sighs slightly, undoubtedly frustrated that his injury is interfering with yet another activity he loves, he nods and takes your hand.

As his fingers thread through yours and you walk down the hall to the guest bedroom, giggling like children, you’ve never been more excited or hopeful for what the future might bring.

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