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Note: These stories are completely fictional and are not a representation (in any form) of the names used. Enjoy! :)
Today was the big game, and my husband, well, the Giants, were playing against the Dolphins. He was already on the field and I was going over there to watch him later on.
He had a few minutes before pre-game practice so he decided to FaceTime me.
"Hey gorgeous." He said with a smile as he played in those honey blonde curls.
"Hey Junior. You look good, you ready? How's your knee?" I asked as he flashed his pearly whites.
"Bruhh, I'm kinda nervous, but the doctor just arrived, she said I'm all good for the first half and from there, she gon keep me monitored." He said.
"You'll be alright baby. You got this homie. Alright then, don't wanna keep you forever, get ready for practice and I'll be there later on." I said as he blew kisses the phone.
"I love you." He said, waiting on my response.
"I love you too Beckham." I chuckled before hanging up.
I put my phone on the charger and got ready. I put this on:
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I put my curly hair up in a bun, followed by some diamond studs. I got my purse and called up Dominique, my high school best friend, to let her know I was on my way.
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At the game...
"Girl, you know I had to miss work for this game? If I get into trouble, it's all on you."
"Please... you know you wanna see these buff ass men running around in this field. And I thought you had a day off." I said, raising an eyebrow.
"I swear Y/N, if we walk outta here without me getting a man, I'm blocking you off every social media and cutting you outta my life. Best believe." She said as she took a sip of her passion fruit and lemonade.
"What you mean we? I already got mines, and I'm married to him." I replied with a chuckle.
This year's National anthem singer walked into the stage as the players lined up facing each other. I looked at my man as he tugged on his honey blonde curls before looking up with his arms behind his back.
My, oh my, was he fine. 😻
"May we all stand for the National anthem." The announcer said as we all stood up.
~ The shook hands before getting into position. Odell waved at me so I could get his attention before they started.
"Knee?" I mouthed as I pointed at mine.
He pulled out two thumbs up, assuring me that he was okay, followed by a smile, of course.
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We were already into the first half of the game and nothing bad seemed to have happened... yet.
Next thing I saw was my husband laying flat on the ground, unresponsive to anything.
"It looks like Beckham Junior failed to make the catch. Been on the ground for some time now- he's injured..." the speakers trailed off as heart beat went faster and faster.
"Oh my goodness. Dominique I have to go- "
"Relax Y/N, they're taking him out." She tried calming me down as I gathered my stuff together.
"I have to see him!" I ran off, heading to the emergency room.
First attempt of walking through the door and they blocked me.
"Excuse me miss, you can't go in, staff only." The guard said.
"No, please, I'm his wife!" I said as I fought to push past his buff figure.
He looked back, and they signaled him that I could get in.
"Ah, Mrs Beckham." Doctor McClain said.
"What's going on?" I asked as I looked at an unconscious Odell.
"He has a concussion, but nothing too serious, don't worry. He's knee seems fine to me, just a slight bruise. But for now, he has to rest, he'll be up roughly in 30 minutes to an hour. You could stay in here, but just tell if you need anything." She sad assuringly as she walked out.
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"Baby..." I said as he slowly opened his eyes.
"Hey." He said with a smile. I chuckled at the fact that he could never not smile, even through the bad days.
He struggled getting up as I helped him adjust his pillow.
"Are you okay? What happened? You see, I should've just kept your ass at home when you told me you wanted to play!" I said as he rubbed my hand.
"Relax, I feel fine. What did the doctor say?"
"You had a concussion and slight bruises on your knee. You can't be on he field for at least two months." I said as he sighed in frustration.
"2 months?! Baby this only the first game of the season, you're telling me imma be off the whole time?!" He said, trying to get up, but I stopped him.
"No Odell, get some rest and when Doctor McClain comes back with your forms, we're going home. Stop being so hard on yourself. Just listen, for once." I said as he closed his eyes.
"Aight cool, whatever. You holding a nigga down. You gon make me some sweet potato pie when we get home?" He asked with a pout as I mean mugged him.
"Don't think because you're 'injured', you get to avoid your responsibilities. I ain't running after you like a baby." I said as his jaw dropped.
"I'm your baby tho." He smirked as I slightly nudged him.
"A grown ass big baby."
"But forreal tho baby. Thank you for going through this with me."
"Of course. The wedding vows we made were my promise to you." I said.
"I luh you blood."
"I luh you blood." I said, imitating him.
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