Soccer imagines

Julian Brandt

By: comfortablechaox

This couldn't be true.

But no matter how many times you blinked or redid the test, the result on the stick remained the same. You were pregnant.

The first time the idea of being pregnant lurked in your mind was when you had realized that your period has been one week late. And even then you tried to find excuses, tried to blame it on stress and final exams, your doctor and people in your environment often told you that you should better take care of yourself, especially after all the stuff you've been through when you were younger, but now you had the proof. You even did the test three times, because you didn't want it to be true.

How were you supposed to be a mother when you could barely take care of yourself? The timing couldn't be worse, in a few weeks your final exams began and now you had to deal with one emotional burden more.

The more you realized what was actually going on, the more panic and fear was building up inside you. You had yet to tell your family and friends, but most importantly your boyfriend about it. Actually, you were most scared about his reaction. Would he get cold feet and leave you alone with your child as soon as he realizes what he's gotten into? At the moment, he was young, at the peak of his career and you were the last person who wants to stand in his way and stop him from doing what he's been working for his whole life.

Due to earlier experiences, you were so scared of losing people who are important to you. And Julian definitely belonged into this category, he was the rock you can hold on to whenever you felt lost.

What should you do? Maybe you should just stay quiet, have an abortion and never tell anyone about it?

You could never live with that burden without regretting it, but you couldn't guarantee to be an emotionally stable and caring mother either.

Exhausted and frustrated by all these thoughts, you threw the pregnancy test in the corner of the bathroom. Then you fell on your knees and began to cry silently, you definitely reached your low right now. First, the tears only fell silently, but after a while, it became a hysterical sobbing.

You were so busy with crying, you didn't even hear the sound of a key unlocking the door, but as soon as the familiar sound of someone entering the living room appeared, you immediately stopped sobbing and a tense silence was in the air.

"Hello? Y/N? Where are you, honey? Are you okay?"

You totally forgot that today Julian didn't have training, but instead went out for a morning walk.

"I'm in the bathroom, I'm fine, don't worry." You tried to speak with a halfway normal voice, but it cracked as a new sob came out of you.

Footsteps became louder and ultimately, Julian tried to open the bathroom door but failed due to it being occupied.

"Bullshit, I heard you sniffing. Come on, open the door, otherwise, I can't help you." Impatiently, he knocked again and continued to press the door handle.

You didn't move at all, out of all persons he was the last one you wanted to face in your current condition. Nonetheless, he never stopped trying to convince you, but your stubborn personality refused to do anything.

First, you hoped he would just go away after you stopped responding, but eventually, you crawled to the door and hesitantly unlocked it.

Immediately, the door was swung wide open and Julian noticed how you sat on the floor like a picture of misery, drowned in tears and completely lost.

Instantly, he joined you on the floor and took you in his arms which only made you start crying again.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm here." He told you even though he had no idea what was going on. But it didn't matter, his soothing and caring voice was enough to make you feel better despite nothing was solved yet. For a while, you just had your face buried in his embrace while he slowly stroked your back up and down. He smelled after sweat, but you couldn't care less at this moment.