Premier League football imagines

Aymeric Laporte

anger
/ˈaŋɡə/
noun
a strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility.

Y/N - your name
Y/S/N - your sons name

"Of for fuck sakes."'I whisper as I see Amyeric rolling on the floor grabbing his hamstring. Although I'm sitting far away, I can see the pain on his face. His face is scrunched up while he hits the floor in pain and in anger. He just came out of being injured and now he's not gonna play for forever since hamstring injuries take forever to heal.

The worst about all of this was that he would be super mad and angry. Last time he injured himself, it seemed as if it was all my fault. He would argue and argue with me that I clearly don't know how he feels, etcetera. I'm still surprised we are married after those pointless and heated arguments.

Y/S/N starts crying as I bounce him on my leg. "Kids are a pain aren't they." Sterlings wife said as we both laughed. "Not as painful as men." Ederson's wife said as we all giggled. I mean she wasn't wrong. "Speaking of painful men, let me go deal with Amyeric." I said as they nodded. "Good luck Y/N." Sterlings wife said as I nodded thanking her.

I pick up Y/S/N along with his little bag as we walk down into the changing rooms. I walk into the changing room to see him sitting down by his changing area, obviously waiting for something. "Hey babe." I said as he looked at me. He huffed as he put his hands over his face. "It's okay. You'll recover quick this time." I said as he shook his head. "I'm injured again Y/N. This keeps fucking happening" he said as I gave him a weak smile.

"Dada." Y/S/N said as I smiled, handing him over to Amyeric as he smiled a bit. "Hay handsome. How's daddy's little champion doing?" He asked as Y/S/N clapped. I couldn't help but smile at this. This is the sweetest thing I've seen in a long time. They always had an amazing bond, beyond father and son.

"Hey Amyeric! Oh hi little buddy!" One of the physiotherapist said as our son danced a little. That's his way of saying hi. "Ugh how cute. Sorry Amyeric, it's hard not to get distracted by this cutie." He said as Laporte smiled. "Okay so the damage done is obviously your hamstring. I'm gonna send you home. Here is your program for rehabilitation and tomorrow when you come in, you won't train obviously but you'll come in and we can start some exercises and some massaging." He said as Amyeric nodded.

I could see the disappointment in his eyes. In his mind, he knew it was a bad injury but he had a glimmer of hope hoping that he could play the next match and continue training. "Thanks man." He said to the physiotherapist as they did a handshake. "By little man." The physiotherapist said to our son as he danced again, shaking his booty.

He walked out the door leaving myself, Laporte and our baby who was getting more tired as time passed by. "Do you want to watch the rest of the game or head home?" I asked Amyeric as he looked at me. "Let's just go home." He said as I nodded.

I was already getting frustrated with Amyeric because he was getting short with me. This would mean an argument arising sooner or later. I grab some crutches for Amyeric and we head to his car. He hands me his car keys as I helped my son into the car. I looked over at Amyeric and saw how he was struggling to get into the car because his hamstring wouldn't allow him to bend his leg the way he wanted it to so I went and tried to help him get his leg in.

"Fuck sakes Y/N I'm not paralyzed! Just let me do it myself!" He screamed at me as I looked at him, disbelief evident in my eyes. "If you're so fine, go play your football game." I said as I slammed the door shut. Christ this man was getting on my nerve. I guess the argument was much sooner rather than later. I jump into to the drivers side as I start the car and start driving immediately.

Yes what I said was a bit harsh but he had it coming. He had no right treating me with such disrespect. All I did was try and help him. I loved how independent he is but this was a bit to much. After a very long and tense ride home, we finally arrive at our two story house. I stop the car and go and help Y/S/N out the car.

I looked over at Amyeric to see how he was struggling but I wasn't gonna help him. I would've if he hadn't had treated me the way he did earlier. I pick up Y/S/N as carefully as I could since he fell asleep in the car and walked to the front door and unlocked it. I look back to see Amyeric grabbing his crutches from the boot as he looked at me. I shook my head as I walked inside and got Y/S/N ready for bed, changing him from his Man City shirt saying "Daddy" into his super man pajamas.

I smile as I place the sleepy boy in his bed. I loved seeing him sleep so peacefully knowing that e has no worry in the world. I switch off his light a I head to mine and Amyeric's room. I walk in to hear the bath water running in the bathroom. I sigh knowing we needed to talk about what happened in the car. I knock on the door lightly and open the door to see a tired looking Amyeric lying in the bath.

"Hey..." I said softly as he smiled at me but anyone could tell it was a fake smile. "We need to talk." I said as he nodded. "What was that?" He questioned as I shook my head. "Babe don't act like you're the victim. Every time you get injured or even lose a game, it becomes my fault and I turn into your own personal punching bag. I get it, I know you're angry but you shout and belittle me as if I made you lose." I said as he looked down.

"You're right. I'm so sorry. I just never saw it before but you're not lying. I didn't realize it babe. I'm sorry." He said as I smiled at him. "It's okay. I'm sorry too. What I said in the car wasn't called for." "I'll forgive you if you join me." He said as he winked at me. "I'm not gonna decline." I said as I started taking off my clothes.

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