5-1

                                    

                                          
Mia's POV:
'Oh my god Ole I've missed you so much!' I smiled the next day, pulling him into a tight hug at the stadium. We were just outside of the changing rooms, where the boys where. 
'You've grown up so much, it's so nice to see you.' He laughed clasping my face in his hands. 
I looked down at the babies and smiled, passing them both to him. 
'Aren't they gorgeous.' He whispered. 
'Four months old now.' I smiled. 
'Wow.' He replied. 
'Look Mia I'm sorry I left..' he started. 
'Ole stop, it was for your job. I could never ask you to stay when you have something more important to do.' I said shaking it off. He went to speak again but Jesse opened the door. 
'Everything alright?' He asked me. 
I nodded clasping his hand. 
'Ready?' I asked him. He looked towards the tunnel, seeing his opposition and many screaming fans. 
'Yeah, I think I am.' He smiled kissing my forehead. 
He then kissed both of the babies, squeezing Ava's hand and rubbing Masons head. 
'Look after them ay? I could never trust José.' Jesse smiled. 
'Of course I will.' Ole beamed. 
I took Mason from his arms as we sat down in our seats. The babies were wrapped up warmly and Jamie Foxx was sat besides us.  He was allowed because Ole was nice. Jamie was smiling broadly besides me and I turned to him laughing. 
'Excited?' I giggled. 
'Of course, about to see my boys smash it, come on Jesse!' He shouted waving his arms in the air. 
                          
I rolled my eyes and Ole laughed at him. 
The game started and they were doing incredibly well. I knew my brother and everyone else would be watching it at home. Even though the boys loved each other they were each others biggest critics. I could also tell the Tottenham lads we're scared for their upcoming game against United. 
First goal, Rashford. Ole was up on his feet, José never would've been. 
'Oh my god I'm so proud! What a goal too!' Ole said clapping towards Marcus who was posing for the cameras with Jesse. 
And then it was Jesses go for abit of glory. He was dancing again. I smiled seeing Marcus get excited. I remembered the time when he told me he didn't get to dance with Jess because he was on the bench.  He was definitely making the most out of it, almost getting himself booked for wasting time. 
Half time came and left and the boys had won 5-1 to Cardiff City. I saw smiles on their faces that only Ole could give them and Jesse pulled me and Jamie onto the pitch. Jesses parents took the babies whilst me and Ole walked around the pitch meeting people. 
This rarely happened at the end of a game but everyone was so happy with Oles entrance win, and so was he. We needed to celebrate it. We went home and everyone was talking about going out. 
'Let me come!' I begged Jesse. He turned to his parents who nodded. 
'Ok.' He smiled holding my hands and taking me upstairs.  
                          
'Two goals.' I smiled to my boyfriend who was looking for something to wear in the wardrobe. 
'I wouldn't class them as good ones though.' He shrugged. 
'Oh shut up, Jess without you you'd only be up by two. They were amazing and if you weren't a good player you wouldn't have done it.' I sighed. 
He smiled at me. 
'What's put this on? You normally believe in yourself so much, I don't get it.' I said pulling a dress out of the wardrobe and putting it on. 
'I dunno Mia. I'm just thinking towards my future and I don't think I'll make it.' He said looking to the floor. 
'You've been playing with united for ages. They would've let you go if you weren't good enough. Jesse trust me. Your one of the best boys out there and I know it. I'm not lying to you, I know a good player when I see one.' I said squeezing his hand. 
'I'm sorry.' He sighed. 
'Come on.' I said, pulling him up with me and walking to the door. We were the last ones downstairs and everyone was already waiting in the cars. 
'Did I tell you that you look beautiful?' Jesse asked me. 
'I don't believe you did.' I replied. 
'Fuck, well I really mean it.' He smiled kissing my lips. 
'Are you ok?' I asked him. 
'Yeah, I just told myself I need to remind you how precious you are every single day. And I didn't today.' He said rubbing his hand over mine. 
'It's fine Jess, really. What is wrong?' I asked him. 
'I don't want to loose you.' He sighed. 
'Why would you?' I questioned. 
'Dylan's back on his team and were playing against them next week.' 
Those words hit me like bullets. But I wasn't ever going to let that man get in the way of my family again.