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Our Little Footballer - Marco Reus
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Kate was always the last out of school. I would be sitting and conversing with other parents for ages after her school had ended. I was never surprised when she came out with grass stains and mud all over her clothes; I knew that she liked playing football at lunchtime and break time. When Marco came home after training he would chuckle at the sight of yet another outfit of Kate’s in the washing machine. Marco had hugely influenced Kate’s love of football, buying her a Borussia Dortmund kit when she was only 6 months old. Most weekends I would wake up to find Marco’s side of the bed empty and I would wander downstairs and look out the window into the garden, only to see Marco and Kate playing football together. The sight never failed to warm my heart.

Finally Kate came out of school. However she wasn’t skipping out or smiling, something must be wrong. She didn’t run over to me and hug me like she always did. Kate simply stood beside me not saying a word. I was slightly worried about my daughters persona, she was usually bubbly and energetic. Several times I attempted to create conversation with my daughter but to no avail she stayed silent. 

As soon as we got in she went straight upstairs to her room, leaving me downstairs. I began to do the housework, cleaning up the mess Marco made when he trudged his dirty football boots inside. I began to start dinner, knowing Marco would be ravenous as soon as he came inside. It was lucky that Kate and Marco shared the same favourite food, so I could attempt at cheering Kate up but also make something Marco would like.

I heard the front door open and close and I knew Marco was home. A few seconds later he walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. 

“Hi Marco.” I greeted him, turning to face him. His hair was slicked back and he smelled of Lynx Chocolate and some fruity shower gel; trust me when I say that the combination was heavenly. He had the usual goofy smile stuck to his face, the same goofy smile I had fallen for the day we met and the same goofy smile that made me fall in love with him again and again. 

“Hey gorgeous,” Marco spoke, standing in front of me and planting a small kiss on my lips, “where’s my little girl?”. I was questioning whether I should tell Marco the truth, I knew how protective he was of Kate.

“She’s in her room. She came home in a bad mood and won’t say a word to me.” I sighed, deciding that Marco should also know. I ran a hand through my hair, partly in frustration and partly in upset. I had never encountered a situation like this with Kate, she was always so easy going and simple to look after.

“Did she say anything?” Marco questioned, a look of worry on his face. Kate was his little girl and it was crystal clear that he would do anything and everything to ensure her happiness. I could only shake my head and Marco sighed.

“I’ll talk to her at dinner.” He decided. I nodded in agreement, neither of us wanting to make the situation worse or upset Kate even more. 

“So what’re you making?” Marco asked brightly, peering over my shoulder at dinner. I pushed him back laughing.

“Your favourite, Buchteln.” I said. Yes it was incredibly sweet but Marco and Kate both favoured his dish. Kate had inherited her sweet tooth from Marco. Marco smiled and I pointed to the living room.

“Now get out of my kitchen and relax you big oaf!”


Dinner was silent, other than the clattering of cutlery and Marco’s feeble attempts at ending Kate’s silence. Kate was pushing her food round her plate and Marco and I shared a look of worry. Kate normally ate her food quicker than anyone. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Marco asked Kate, reaching across the table and holding his little girl’s hands gently. Kate looked up and met her Father’s eyes.

“Is it bad that I like football Daddy?” Kate asked, causing Marco to glance across at me. I copied Marco’s actions and held Kate’s hand.

“Why would you think that Kate?” I asked.

“The boy’s in my year said girls shouldn’t like football. They said I couldn’t play with them and when I tried they pushed me over.” Kate sniffed, tears welling up in her big brown eyes. Marco’s expression was a mix of sadness and anger.

“Kate…” I trailed off, not being able to put words into a sentence. I was shocked at the little boys behaviour. Kate loved football and the last thing me or Marco wanted to happen was for her to stop playing or lose the passion she expressed for the sport.

“Those little boys are so wrong baby. You like whatever sport you want because that’s ok. You’re so good at football Kate, don’t let those silly little boy’s tell you that you can’t play. If they won’t let you play with them then you tell the teacher, ok?” Marco spoke, looking straight into Kate eyes. I could tell he meant every single word of what he was saying. 

“Thank you Mummy and Daddy.” Kate said, squeezing our hands. 

“No problem baby girl. How about tomorrow Daddy and a few of your Uncles come in to school and watch you play?” Marco suggested, a glint in his eye.

“Yes! Bring Uncle Mats and Uncle Erik, I need to show them the trick you taught me!” Kate demanded, making me and Marco laugh. 

“As you wish princess.”

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Marco Reus-Our little boy

You put a hand on your stomach because it hurts really bad.

“Are this the labour pains? Is he coming?” Marco asks looking confused at you. Well, you just have to laugh at him being so caring and a bit ridiculous.

“Marco, I am the 27th week. There are still at least four weeks before you can start to worry okay? I just need some ice cream.”
“Then I am gonna go and get you some ice cream from the freezer, for mommy.”  He jokes while he gets up and places a kiss on your big jelly. One of the advantages of being pregnant is that Marco is even more sweet and caring than ever and actually you love to be a little babied not that much like when some men are acting like their woman is sick and can’t do anything anymore but this isn’t Marco’s way. On the other hand they are lots of disadvantages of pregnancy, like being barely able to move, having the biggest belly ever, being in pain when the kid tries out kung-fu, you seriously feel like your little boy isn’t going to be a footballer like his dad but a ninja.

“We still have to choose a colour and the furniture for Rob’s room.” You say as Marco’s enters the room again with a big bowl filled with ice cream which you are looking forward to eat.
“We won’t name him Rob!” Marco answers laughing at your name for your kid and placing you carefully on his lap.
“Then tell me one of your names.” You respond and start the discussion of the evening before you grab a spoon and start eating the chocolate ice cream.

“We could call him Cristiano after the great Ronaldo the best footballer in the world.” Marco tells you dramatically.
“ Over my dead body! Messi is still the best and the name Cristiano is awful like everything about this guy.”

“No chocolate for you. But okay… no Cristiano…what about Austin?” He jokes first but then goes on more serious.

“Well, I don’t feel like he could ever be an Austin, he doesn’t feel like an Austin.” You try to explain to Marco and he’s nodding.

“How about Fynn?” you ask him. First he takes some time to think about it, then Marco starts to talk.
“I like Fynn, but not as a first name you know? I just don’t like the sound of “Fynn Reus”. Maybe we could call him Ryan-Fynn?!”
“That sounds horrible, Marco.” You say laughing at the sound of this name. Your little boy isn’t going to have such a terrible name. Then suddenly a crazy idea comes to your mind.
“We could call him Mario after the great goal scorer for Germany in the final in Brazil.” At first you are a little scared that you hurt Marco. Nobody talks about this world cup when he’s there, because it still makes him upset that he couldn’t be there and play and win the world cup too. But then his face lightens up and he looks at you with an incredible smile.
“You would seriously name our kid after my best friend, a soccer player?!”
“Yeah, of course I would. Why not? I like the sound of Mario-Fynn.”
“Then that’s it.” He strokes your belly “You are now named Mario-Fynn. You will have a great uncle Mario who I must tell as soon as possible that a kid will be named after him, my kid.” He looks so happy while saying this and calling Mario, you just love it and Mario-Fynn loves it too.

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My Favorites.

AHHHHHH!!!! It has officially been one month since I’ve had this blog. I just want to thank all of you for the support whether it was likes, comments, messages, follows, reblogs, everything. I swear I keep up with them all. It really makes my day to know people enjoy my writing and the blog itself.

Since it has been a while and some of you are new to following me, I figured I’d post a list of my favorite imagines I’ve done:

365 Days of Your Love (Aaron Ramsey), Troublemaker (Antoine Griezmann), Do I Wanna Know? (Calum Chambers), But Before I Jump Out the Window…What’s Your Name? (Calum Chambers), From the Moment We Met… (Cristiano Ronaldo), I’ll Take Care of You (Cristiano Ronaldo), Are You Jealous? (David Luiz), Truth or Dare (Eden Hazard), I Was Scared of Pretty Girls (Eden Hazard), Holly Jolly Christmas Surprise (Erik Durm), Put Me In, Coach (Erik Durm), Alleviate Your Stress (Erik Durm), Sweet Dreams (Erik Durm), Me & Mr. Bale (Gareth Bale), Christmas Courtside (Gregory van der Wiel), Don’t Let Me Down (Julian Draxler), Personal Driver (Marco Reus), Daddy’s Little Girl (Marco Reus), Locker Room Confessions (Marco Reus), Wished You Were Mine (Marco Reus), Lullaby (Mats Hummels), Shattered Series (Neymar), Lost Series (Neymar/Aaron Ramsey), I’m Not the Only One (Sergio Ramos)

Thank you all for the creative requests! Let me know what your favorites are! I’d really love to know xoxo