Paul Pogba

                                    

                                          
A/n: so I've never really seen a Paul Pogba imagine so for those Pogba fans, here you go.
                          
You held the two positive pregnancy tests in your hand smiling. Your husband Paul would be so happy. You had been trying for kids ever since you got married.
It would be more good news after his Manchester United signing.
He was at a hotel as he was having a meeting with Jose. 
You put the tests in your bag and went out the door. 
You remembered the name of the hotel and you took your car there.
At the reception you walked up to the desk.
"Mrs Pogba, here to see my husband," you said.
The receptionist shook his head.
"Sorry we can't give you information on his whereabouts because he is in a hotel room."
You looked confused.
"That's impossible, he came her for a meeting he should be in the restaurant," you said.
"Well sorry he isn't," the receiptionist said going back to his work.
You were confused.
You walked away and sat on one of the lobby chairs. 
Why would Paul lie about the meeting? You thought, it didn't make sense. You never lied to each other.
                          
Just then you saw your friend Erika walk by and she just happened to be the hotel manager you remembered.
"Erika!" you yelled waving.
She turned around and smiled.
"(Y/n) how are you?" she asked.
"Not very good, I need your help," you said desperately. 
"What happened?" she asked  worridly.
"It's Paul. Please I need you to tell me which hotel room he is in."
Erika frowned.
"You know that is against hotel policy."
You held her shoulders.
"I need your help please I don't know what he is doing I'm afraid something happened to him, " you said in a scared voice.
Erika nodded she brought a card out of her suit that said 223.
"Thank you so much," you said hugging her.
You took the elevator to the second floor. You walked around until you found the room. You took a deep breath and slid the card into the slot.
The door flung open and what you saw in front of you broke your heart. Your husband was on a the chair with a girl sitting on his lap, her legs open, kissing him.
They hadn't seen you.
"Paul," you said trembling.
He looked up statled, pushing the girl off him.
"(Y/n) I umm," he said.
Tears rolled down your cheeks. You shook your head and threw your bag on the floor running out.
You ran down the stairs, into the lobby, past a worried looking Erika and out the door.
You ran to your car and drove home.
                          
Paul's POV
"I can't believe you intoxicated me!" I yelled at her.
Trembling she ran out of the hotel room.
I saw (y/n)'s face. She felt betrayed, she looked sad.
She ran out and her bag was on the floor.
I reached for it. Held it to myself. Smelt it, her smell up close. It reminded me of nights when our bodies would be pressed together. Her smell, holding her body, touching it, feeling it move on mine.
I opened her bag. The essentials. Just her wallet, make-up the usual. And then I saw them. Two pregnancy tests and they were both positive. My baby was having a baby. She was pregnant, I was going to be a dad! And I let her down. No it couldn't end like this.
I ran out leaving the hotel, got into my car and drove off.
                          
Your POV
You collapsed on the bed crying.
You couldn't believe he would do that to you. He said he loved you and he did this.
You cried your eyes out you cried until there was no water left. You cried and cried and cried.
You looked at your bedside table, on it was a picture from your wedding. You looked at Paul in his very expensive Luis Vuiton suit, handsome honest eyes. Then there you were in your $6,000 Roberto Cavalli lace wedding dress. Smiling like the idiot that you were! You screamed throwing the photo to the ground. It shattered leaving glass everywhere. You looked at it, shattered like your heart.
You stared at the wall. Decision made.
You got your bag and began packing it. You threw out all your clothes and stuffed them in. When you finished you began to walk downstairs. You took one last look around the place. The memories made more tears flow down your cheeks. 
You opened the front door and there stood Paul. His face stained with tears and his eyes red. In one hand he held your bag and in the other the tests.
He fell to his knees in front of you.
"(Y/n) please don't leave me," he said crying "I love you so much, don't take our baby away from me," he begged.
                          
"Then why did you cheat on me Paul?" you asked choking on tears.
"I didn't do it on purpose, that girl you saw me with, I don't even know her name. She came up to me in the lobby after my meeting and she said she was a big fan and then I remember nothing else till I saw you. Turns out she intoxicated me and I guess somehow got me up there. (Y/n) I love only you ok?" he added finishing.
"I love you too Pogba," you said.  
Still on his knees he put his head to your stomach.
"And I love you too baby Pogba," he said kissing it.