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𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗 @𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖟5
𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗
/ˈ𝖆ŋɡə/
𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖊
𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖓
𝖆 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊, 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊, 𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞.
"𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖑'𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊"
𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖇
𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖑 (𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖊) 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗; 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖛𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓.
"𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖗"

Arguments were never a thing either of you enjoyed, you both despised them. This being because you're both the most stubborn people anyone could ever meet. Although you pride yourself off of being strong minded and having a lot of willpower, so did Jack. You weren't really sure how this one erupted, but it did, badly.

Coming home from work, you placed your stuff in it's acquired place and made your way into the kitchen to make yourself something to eat. You hadn't eaten since the morning and being a personal trainer meant that there were rarely any breaks or free time. As you made your way into the kitchen, you saw the sink full of crap. Plates, bowls, pots and pans. You were not impressed. By the looks of it some of these plates were from breakfast time, 7 hours ago. You tried to remain calm, but also realised that the mess in that sink was not your responsibility and you weren't the one who should be  clearing up.

You had an inkling he'd be in the living room, and there he was. Laying across the sofa, hands behind his head, watching something on TV. "Hi babe" he said with a smile, so innocently. "Hi babe" you mocked not impressed with the man whatsoever. He furrowed his brow and tilted his head in confusion like a dog in trouble. "Fuck was that for" he muttered obviously taking offence. "That, Jack, that was for making me come home from an 8 hour shift to see half of the contents of our kitchen in the sink. Dirty!"you glared. "I was gonna do it later" he argued back , mumbling each word. "No! You weren't. You expected me to do it for you, like everything else!" you were fuming. "Oh shut the fuck up" he leaped up from the sofa in anger. "No fuck off Jack, I'm not your fucking mum. It's not my job to clean up after you" you shouted. "Thank fuck you're not cause you'd make a shit mum! If you're like this then our kids are doomed" he screamed at you. Ouch. An instant wave of regret was visible on his face and he could feel it too. He knew how badly you wanted to be a mum, so that one hit your heart like a knife. You nodded with tears in your eyes and sprinted upstairs. He ran after you but was unsuccessful as you locked him out the bedroom. You weren't going to let him ruin your night. A colleague had invited you to a party tonight and that's where you were gonna go. You're original plan was to cuddle with Jack and have an early night. But not anymore. Dick.

Once you'd quickly got ready, you opened the door and made your way to the exit. Jack had obviously grown tired of waiting and was sat at the kitchen island when he saw you walk past. He was shocked. "Where the fuck are you going?" He asked almost angrily. You looked amazing and Jack was known for his overprotective nature. "Out" you snapped back before quickly leaving the door. He went to follow suit but the Uber you'd booked zoomed off. Punching the door in anger, he went to sit on the sofa feeling sorry for himself. All he cared about now was you and your safety. It hurt him to know he wasn't there to protect you.

"Another pleaseeeee" you slurred to the bartender who took your order and made another vodka and coke. Your colleague was obviously worried for you as she discreetly told him to put no vodka in, because you were pissed. "Cmon, let's get you home" she pleaded. "I can't silly! Jack hates me" you giggled but sober you was hurt. "No he doesn't , he's outside now. I texted him to come pick you up, poor lads been waiting for an hour". Your mouth formed an O shape and you didn't really know what to do or say. Slurping away at the coke and no vodka, you finished it and placed it on the counter. Your colleague guided you outside, until you say the Range Rover you knew far too well. He came out and took you from her, "Thank you C/N", he smiled at her. "No problem, she'll be ok she's just fucked" she laughed as we walked off with a wave. "Get off me" you groaned and got in the car. You may be pissed but were fully aware of earlier events. "Found a new baby mummy yet?" you asked with a bitter laugh. Jack's face was so hurt, he couldn't even fathom the thought of anyone else being the mother to his children. He'd fucked up and he knew it. "Baby, I love you. But my main priority is to get you home and we can talk about all this in the morning. But you're the only one I want. Now and forever, ok?" he reasoned with you. You simply nodded and leant you head against the car window, not realising you'd soon fell asleep.

Once Jack had pulled up to your home, he opened the door and carried you upstairs. Taking off your dress and slipping on one of his T-shirt's, he opened the duvet so he could place you into bed. He followed suit and got in next to you, draping an arm around your waist.

It was the next morning and your head was not playing any games. "Fuck" you groaned out in pain. Turning to your right, you saw Jack up and watching the television that was on the wall. You didn't say anything but lay on him, you couldn't care less for arguments right now. You just needed comfort. He leant down and kissed your forehead and you stayed like that for awhile. Having enough of the salty taste in your mouth, you got up and made your way downstairs to get a bottle of water. Upon arrival at the kitchen, your eyes were woke by a spotless kitchen and no more mess in the sink. Smiling to yourself, you grabbed yourself some tablets and water before making your way back upstairs. You weren't going to forgive him too easily though, he said something messed up last night and he needed to apologise. Once you arrived back upstairs, you slid back into bed with Jack and laid your head on his chest. He instinctively started to play with your hair,  before plucking up the courage to say sorry. "Baby, I'm so sorry about yesterday. I was watching highlights of the Italy win all day and turned into a lazy dick. I shouldn't have said what I said and I understand if you don't wanna forgive me for awhile. But there's no one else I'd rather be the mother to my kids. You'll make a great mum and I promise I don't want anyone else, just your darling" he ranted apologetically. Stubborn Jack was now softy Jack, you lifted your head up and kissed him. "I love you. I know it's been hard for you my love, but you did what you could and looking back on highlights will only rub salt in the wound. You're an amazing footballer. And an amazing partner". He grinned at you and proceeded to kiss you again. "I'm starving" you complained. "I can make ya something" he offered. "Not after yesterday's hurricane in the kitchen, no thanks" you giggled as you stood up. He followed with a tap on the bum and calling you a "cheeky mare".