Jade

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Comfort/angst🌼

Angst🌹

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Tahlia Bliss Fic Universe

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The Dummy Dilemma

It started innocently enough, with Lucy standing in the doorway to the nursery, arms folded, watching Kalani nap with her dummy bobbing lazily between her lips.

“She’s getting too old for it,” she muttered.

Keira, sitting on the floor folding a basket of laundry, glanced up. “Too old for what?”

“The dummy.”

Kalani let out a sleepy sigh from the crib, clutching her soft bunny to her chest.

Keira arched an eyebrow. “She’s sixteen months, Luce.”

“Exactly. That’s over a year.”

“So?”

“She doesn’t need it anymore.”

Keira looked back at the basket. “She only uses it when she sleeps. And sometimes when she’s fussy. It’s not like she’s walking around with one in her mouth all day.”

“She’s getting reliant on it.”

Keira gave her a look. “She’s one. They’re meant to rely on things.”

But Lucy didn’t drop it. She brought it up again that night, when they were brushing their teeth, and again the next morning when Kalani had a bit of a whinge before her morning nap and immediately reached for her dummy.

“I think we should start weaning her off it,” Lucy said firmly.

Keira scooped Kalani up and cuddled her to her hip. “Weaning like… cold turkey? Or just… hiding them?”

“Hiding them is lying,” Lucy said. “We’ll tell her they’re gone.”

“She’s one,” Keira said, amused. “She doesn’t understand long-term loss. She thinks when you close the fridge, the food disappears forever.”

Lucy didn’t find it funny. She crouched down in front of Kalani and said softly, “You’re a big girl now, huh? You don’t need your dummy all the time.”

Kalani just stared at her, blinked, and stuck the dummy further in her mouth, bunny clutched under her chin like a security blanket.

Keira snorted under her breath.

“Laugh all you want,” Lucy muttered, “but it’s not good for her teeth if we let this go on too long.”

So, Operation Dummy Withdrawal began.

Or rather, Lucy’s operation began. Keira remained a neutral third party, until it got inconvenient.

Day one went like this: Kalani reached for her dummy before her nap, and Lucy, gently but firmly, said, “No dummy, baby. Let’s try without it today.”

Kalani blinked at her. Then blinked again. Then cried like the world was ending.

“Shhh,” Lucy whispered, rocking her. “It’s okay, I know it’s different, but you’re okay.”

Keira watched from the kitchen as the monitor lit up with wails for the next twenty minutes.

“You can’t let her scream herself to sleep,” Keira finally said, walking in and gently brushing Lucy’s arm.

“She’s not screaming,” Lucy said tightly. “She’s just adjusting.”

“She sounds heartbroken.”

“She is fine.” Lucy crossed her arms, refusing to go back into the nursery even though it was visibly killing her.

Twenty-five minutes later, Kalani finally fell asleep from sheer exhaustion.

“She did it,” Lucy whispered triumphantly.

Keira raised her eyebrows. “At what cost?”

That night, Kalani was cranky and clingy. Her bath ended in tears, her dinner was barely touched, and she spent most of bedtime nuzzled into Keira’s chest, low whimpers vibrating through her.

“I’m giving it back to her,” Keira whispered at bedtime.

“You are not.”

“She’s exhausted.”

“That’s because she’s dependent on the dummy to soothe herself. We’ve got to be consistent.”

Keira looked unconvinced. “I just… she’s still little. I don’t want to stress her out.”

Lucy softened a bit. “I know, babe. I just think it’s time.”

Keira sighed and nodded. “Okay. But if this turns into a full meltdown tomorrow, I’m tapping out.”

Day two was worse.

Kalani refused her nap completely. She flung Bunny across the room, kicked the bars of her crib, and sobbed like Lucy had betrayed her.

Keira sat on the floor in the hallway, rubbing her temples.

Lucy stood by the door, arms folded but visibly upset.

“She’s grieving a dummy,” Keira muttered.

“She’s learning,” Lucy said, though there wasn’t much confidence behind it.

They gave up after an hour and let her nap in Keira’s arms on the sofa.

“She’s going to think tantrums work,” Lucy warned.

Keira, eyes half-closed, whispered, “I’m too tired to care.”

Later that afternoon, Kalani crawled into Lucy’s lap and snuggled close, but when Lucy tried to read her a book without the dummy to soothe her, Kalani pushed the book out of her hands and reached for Keira instead.

“Ouch,” Lucy said, watching her daughter practically launch into Keira’s arms.

Kalani clung to her mummy, burying her face into Keira’s neck with a low, sleepy grumble.

“She’s avoiding me,” Lucy said.

Keira laughed. “She’s mad at you.”

“She is avoiding me.”

“She’s sixteen months old.”

“Still.”

By day four, Keira had had enough.

They were halfway through dinner when Kalani started crying at the highchair. Nothing major, just fussy. Tired, overstimulated, maybe teething again. Lucy reached for a teether. Kalani batted it away.

Keira sighed and grabbed one of the hidden dummies from the cupboard.

Lucy nearly dropped her fork. “Keira.”

“She’s tired. She’s not eating. This isn’t worth it.”

“It is worth it.”

“She’s a baby, Lucy!”

Kalani grabbed the dummy with two hands and shoved it in her mouth so quickly it was like the last four days never happened. Her cries quieted instantly.

Keira gave Lucy a pointed look.

Lucy stood up and walked into the living room, jaw clenched.

Later that night, Keira sat down on the couch beside her. Kalani was asleep, dummy securely in place.

“I’m not trying to undermine you,” Keira said gently. “But she was miserable. And I’m exhausted.

Lucy rubbed her face. “I know. I just… I thought we were on the same page.”

“I was trying. But I don’t think she’s ready. She only uses it to sleep and when she’s having a hard time.”

“I don’t want her to rely on it forever.”

“She won’t. Kids grow out of things. They learn. She’s got time.”

Lucy looked away, silent for a moment.

“She’s not even mad at you,” Keira added, smiling a little. “She just knows you’re the one who took it away.”

“She wouldn’t let me hold her today.”

“She will. Give her a day or two. You’re still her mama.”

Lucy let out a sigh and leaned into Keira’s shoulder. “I just want to get it right.”

“You are,” Keira said softly. “We both are.”

They didn’t bring it up again for a while.

The dummies went back into rotation, but only for bedtime and naps, and occasionally long car rides. Kalani stopped protesting as much and gradually clung to it less when she was awake.

A week later, Lucy was changing Kalani after her nap when she noticed the dummy had fallen out and rolled across the crib. Kalani hadn’t noticed, she was babbling to herself, one chubby leg kicking playfully against the mattress.

Lucy picked her up and kissed her cheek.

“Look at you,” she murmured. “No dummy, and still happy.”

Kalani squealed and smacked her hands against Lucy’s face.

“I love you too,” Lucy said with a laugh.

When she carried her into the living room, Keira raised her eyebrows. “No screaming?”

“Nope. She didn’t even notice.”

Keira smiled and reached for her. “Told you. She’ll get there.”

Lucy handed Kalani over and sighed. “I’m never doing this again.

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Thankyou for reading, I’ve currently been back in my wonze child era idk. I hope you enjoyed and yes my requests are still open

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https://www.tumblr.com/jade4956/782481621639118848/she-got-a-cold?source=share

Love our overprotective mom lucy. Thank you for writing an amazing fic

Awww Thankyou. I’m glad you liked it

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She got a cold

It started with a sniffle.

Nothing dramatic. No wailing, no fever. Just a small, congested snort from the bassinet tucked next to their bed. Keira noticed it in the middle of the night while shifting to feed Kalani. She made a mental note of it and settled their daughter back down against her chest, humming softly until Kalani dozed off again, her little breaths uneven but not distressed.

Lucy, on the other hand, noticed it by morning—and went from zero to catastrophe before Keira had even finished brushing her teeth.

“She’s warm. I swear she’s warm,” Lucy said, standing over Kalani with a worried frown, palm on her tiny forehead. “She’s definitely warmer than usual, right?”

Keira emerged from the ensuite, hair pulled into a lazy bun, toothbrush still in hand. “She’s got a cold, Luce. Not the plague.”

Lucy turned sharply. “We don’t know that! It’s flu season. And we’re in the middle of a pandemic, Keira!”

Keira spat into the sink and gave Lucy a look in the mirror. “She’s four months old. She hasn’t left the house except to go to the park. Where do you think she caught anything?”

“I don’t know!” Lucy’s voice cracked with panic. “But her nose is runny, and she sounded congested, and—”

Keira padded across the bathroom tiles and gently placed a hand on Lucy’s back. “She’s okay.”

“She’s not okay.” Lucy’s voice dropped. “She sounds awful. And she keeps whimpering.”

“She’s congested. You sound worse after a run.”

That earned her a glare, but Keira only kissed Lucy’s cheek and moved to lift Kalani out of the bassinet.

Kalani whimpered again, nose crinkled, face flushed pink with effort as she tried to breathe through her blocked little nostrils. Keira’s heart clenched, but not in panic, just a tug of sympathy. “Poor bubba,” she murmured, brushing her lips against Kalani’s temple. “You got a nasty little cold, haven’t you?”

Kalani gave a soft, grumbly noise in response and nuzzled closer.

Lucy hovered. “Should we call someone? The GP? A nurse? What about the Midwife, she might—”

“Lucy,” Keira interrupted softly, rocking Kalani with easy, practiced movements, “it’s a cold. I’ll call the health visitor just to check in, but she’s fine.”

“But what if she gets a fever? Or stops eating? Or has trouble breathing? Or—”

Keira turned fully to face her. “Then we’ll deal with it. But she’s eating. She’s breathing. She’s just miserable, same as any of us would be.”

Lucy didn’t argue further, but she didn’t relax either. She trailed Keira like a shadow for the rest of the morning, arms twitching toward Kalani every time she coughed or whimpered.

Keira, still in soft joggers and a loose tee that barely hid the postpartum exhaustion in her frame, settled into the couch with Kalani tucked against her chest in a wrap. She barely flinched when a little sneeze hit her collarbone.

“She needs comfort,” she said as Lucy offered a fresh muslin. “She needs rest and hydration, not panic.”

Lucy paced. “But what if she needs more?”

“Then we’ll do more. But for now, sit down. Please.”

Reluctantly, Lucy sat. “I just hate seeing her like this.”

“I know. I do too.” Keira yawned and leaned back, one hand gently stroking Kalani’s hair. “But if we both lose our heads, what good are we?”

Lucy smiled weakly. “You’re annoyingly reasonable, you know that?”

“Blame the hormones,” Keira joked, though they both knew the steadiness in her voice was hard-won. She still had days where the weight of being a new mum overwhelmed her. But today, Kalani needed one of them to be grounded. And Lucy, bless her, couldn’t quite manage it.

By midday, Lucy had taken Keira’s laptop and was Googling every possible cold symptom in infants. Keira ignored her, more concerned with getting Kalani to nap in small bursts without sobbing herself hoarse.

When Keira dozed briefly with Kalani snoring softly on her chest, Lucy snapped a picture. It was blurry, poorly lit, but full of something soft. She stared at it for a long time before setting the phone down and quietly joining them on the couch, her hand resting over Keira’s.

“She looks okay when she’s like this,” Lucy murmured.

“She is okay.”

“She’s just so small.”

“I know.”

There was silence for a while. Kalani’s stuffy breathing was louder than anything.

“I just… I keep thinking I’m going to mess up,” Lucy admitted quietly. “That I’ll miss something important, or panic too much to help her.”

Keira’s eyes opened slowly. “Luce, it’s okay to panic. You love her.”

“I know, but you’re always so calm.”

Keira smiled tiredly. “You didn’t see me yesterday when I thought she was choking on a bit of milk.”

Lucy blinked. “Wait—what?”

“I flipped her over so fast she nearly launched. Then she burped. And looked at me like I was the idiot.”

Lucy laughed, and it broke some of the tension in her chest.

“I’m just tired,” she admitted. “Worried. And tired.”

Keira nodded. “Same.”

The day wore on in slow increments. Keira managed to get Kalani to eat small amounts. Lucy managed to not call the doctor a second time. They watched Paddington on mute and half-napped in turns, surrounded by tissues and half-finished mugs of tea.

That night, Lucy hovered again while Keira changed Kalani into her pajamas. The baby squirmed and groaned, irritated and congested.

“Should we raise the crib mattress?” Lucy asked. “Like tilt it a bit so she can breathe easier?”

“I already did.”

“Oh. Right.”

Keira didn’t say anything else, just handed Kalani to Lucy once she was in her sleep suit.

Lucy hesitated before taking her. Kalani blinked up at her with glassy, red-rimmed eyes, let out a feeble cry, and immediately reached back toward Keira.

Lucy looked crestfallen.

“She’s just grumpy,” Keira soothed. “She loves you. She’s just tired.”

Lucy nodded and kissed Kalani’s forehead anyway. “Sleep, baby girl.”

That night, the three of them were asleep in the big bed by ten. Kalani had refused to sleep alone. Keira hadn’t even argued. The little one was curled against Keira’s chest while Lucy curled protectively around them both.

At three in the morning, Lucy woke to tiny coughs and instinctively reached for the baby. Kalani let out a congested whimper, and Lucy picked her up carefully, heart aching all over again.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Lucy whispered, pressing her cheek against the baby’s soft curls. “Mama’s here. You’re alright.”

Behind her, Keira stirred, eyes bleary. “She okay?”

“Still sniffly.”

“Want me to take her?”

Lucy shook her head. “Nah. I’ve got her.”

They sat together in the moonlight, Kalani tucked between them. Lucy sang something soft under her breath, rubbing gentle circles on Kalani’s back. Eventually, the baby relaxed, her breathing evening out, her tiny fingers wrapped in Lucy’s hoodie string.

Keira leaned her head against Lucy’s shoulder. “You’re doing fine.”

Lucy let out a shaky laugh. “I keep thinking I’m not.”

“Well,” Keira said, yawning, “then it’s a good thing I’m here to remind you.”

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Yay I’m some what posting again. I hope you enjoyed it and requests are open if you want to requests something.

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2019 UCLA Instagram

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Will Thalia get two medals, one from the WSL and one from the Frauen-Bundesliga?

I could be answering this completely wrong butttt it’s okay, (I think)

Tahlias last game with Chelsea was a Chelsea vs Arsenal match AFTER the subway cup (it wasn’t originally but I wanted Tahlia to win something with Chelsea before she left) so therefore before she can win anything WSL wise, she’d still have to be playing with them, because she left for Bayern not on a loan.

She will in-fact win things with Bayern now like the Frauen-Bundesliga.

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I love tahlia and the blues and lionesses too love tahlia , she is their disaster. The amount of time chelsea coach emma Hayes would have thought she would lose tahlia to injuries because tahlia walked into a pole

I love your writing

Tahlia really is a disaster waiting to happen but everyone loves her so it’s okay

And thank you ☺️

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You didn’t disappoint at all!! I know it can be stressful writing fics so don’t worry at all! ❤️❤️

Aww thank you. I appreciate that so much. 🩷🩷🩷

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The cue to exit

Tahlia wasn’t nervous. Not really. She’d been through the annoying press conferences, and more than one nightmare training session with Emma Hayes barking from the sidelines. Pressure? She could handle that. But the bright lights of the FIFPRO World 11 ceremony hit different. The glamour, the elegance, the fact that she was wearing actual heels and not molded studs, it was a different kind of battlefield.

She stood in line with the rest of the World 11, shoulder to shoulder with icons she’d grown up watching, playing with, or against. She was replacing Ella Toone in the lineup this year, and even that felt surreal. Not because she didn’t believe in her own place, she did, but because she knew how many people had to vote for her to be here. Her performances had mattered. That mattered.

Aitana Bonmatí stood to her right, quiet but powerful in presence. Lucy Bronze was a few steps down, smirking like she’d done this a thousand times. Keira Walsh and Olga Carmona were chatting softly behind her. Tahlia tried not to fidget as the cameras flashed, capturing them holding their awards like it was all perfectly normal. Sam Kerr winked at her once when the camera light flickered too long. Lauren James leaned closer and whispered something that made Tahlia snort despite herself.

Everything was polished. Golden. Surreal.

And then came the moment: the cue to exit the stage.

Tahlia adjusted the hem of her dress. She choose a simple black colour dress that went just above her ankles and had a bit of a puff on the hips, and she thought was probably cursed then took a step forward because of those bloody heals the stylist choose.

Only the fabric had its own plans.

Her heel caught the back of the other and one second she was upright the next, gravity said let’s make this a night to remember.

She pitched forward with a startled gasp, arms flailing just slightly, mouth half-open, heart skipping beats in the space of a second…

And then a hand wrapped firmly around her upper arm.

“Got you,” came Lucy Bronze’s calm voice.

Of course it was Lucy.

Tahlia clung to her balance, blinking like a deer in headlights. She was still on stage. Cameras were still flashing. A quick glance told her everything she needed to know: the entire moment had been caught on video. She could already see the slo-mo edits Twitter was going to post by morning.

Her face burned hotter than the spotlights.

Behind her, Aitana and Olga looked politely concerned. Keira raised a hand to her mouth, trying—and failing—not to laugh. Lauren James? Gone. Shoulders shaking. Fully wheezing. Sam Kerr had to turn away to keep her composure, and Mary Earps, seated just off-stage, actually pointed and mouthed, again?!

“I swear these dresses are out to get me,” Tahlia muttered as Lucy guided her back upright.

“You say that like it wasn’t your idea to wear one with a train,” Lucy said under her breath, grinning.

“It looked good on the hanger!”

Lucy let out a low chuckle. “Looked even better mid-dive. Nearly gave Aitana a heart attack.”

Tahlia didn’t dare look behind her again. Not when half the Spanish team was clearly biting back laughter and the English players were practically folding over themselves

Backstage, Tahlia tried to melt into the shadows while the others filed past, some giving her amused side-eyes and others gently teasing. Sam Kerr nudged her with a grin.

“Nice save out there,” Sam said. “Almost made it all the way down without incident.”

“Almost,” Tahlia muttered. “Stupid dress.”

“Blame the dress if you want,” Keira Walsh said, walking past with a smirk. “But that was all you.”

Aitana Bonmatí gave her a sympathetic pat on the arm. “At least you didn’t fall off completely.”

“Yeah,” Tahlia sighed. “Silver linings, right?”

Later that night Tahlia was in her room, minding her business uploading photos from the night. Then she made the dumb move to go to TikTok. That was her mistake, she must have scrolled through 6 videos of Lucy catching her mid fall, bjt might she say that was impressive licy wasn’t close to her when she was about to fall but still manage to her.

She was definitely done for the night turning off her phone mainly because she didn’t want to see anymore of the those videos. But then she got a message, she was going to ignore if but then, she read it

Jessie: You okay? Just saw the clip. You absolute disaster.

Tahlia let out a breathy laugh and typed back with one hand.

Tahlia: I hate everyone here.

A pause.

Jessie: I’m sure everyone will make videos and tease you about it at training.

Tahlia: Thanks Jessie, cause that really helps

Jessie: Goodnight love ❤️

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Guys I’m so disappointed in this, I feel bad for making the requester wait for so long but I feel j didn’t do it justice. I do hope you enjoyed it and I’m really trying to get back into writing but I will need requests 😭😭.

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https://www.tumblr.com/jade4956/779512253168910336/the-truth-behind-the-goodbye

Wow, the truth behind the goodbye was not what I was expecting but it was so good.

Thankyou, I did want it to be a bit unexpected bjt I feel I may have given it away by the title

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What did Tahlia’s dad think of her going to Bayern

He wants her to be happy, and Tahlia wasnt happy at Chelsea anymore. So I suppose he was okay with it but trust he’s still watching the women’s Chelsea matches

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I think it’s so ironic that Tahlia and Jessie where good friends in UCLA then Jessie went to Tahlia’s Childhood club when she left UCLA

IRONIC that Tahlia went back to Chelsea

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I love your Jessie and Tahlia fics there so cute

Aww Thankyou I think I’m gonna do more of them in my fic because I actually love writing for them.

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Girl where are you, i miss your fics

I’m sorry I’m having a major writers block and j can’t think of anything or have any ideas I’m supposed to be doing a fifapro one but I have no clue on how to start but I’m trying to do other ones because I may be able to get some out soon.

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When Emma left Chelsea, the blues lost Tahlia

Yes. Chelsea changed once Emma left and so did Tahlia and she decided she needed to move on.

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A Christmas fic. This early. I live for it.

I felt bad for not posting anything around Christmas so I put this out 😂😂😂😂

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Echoes of the Pitch

The warm Parisian air kissed Tahlia’s face as she sat in the packed stands of the Parc des Princes. The Olympic stadium buzzed with excitement and anticipation, filled with passionate fans from across the globe. The sounds of cheering and the rhythmic clapping of thousands of hands surrounded her as the match between Canada and Germany was about to begin. She gripped the edges of her seat, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Today, she wasn’t watching from the comfort of their London flat. Today, she was here in Paris, in the crowd, supporting the love of her life, Jessie, who was out there, representing Canada in the Olympic quarterfinals.

Tahlia’s stomach churned. It had been a long road to get here, but the weight of it all was finally settling in, Jessie’s journey, Canada’s fight, and her own personal battles with how much she missed being on the field herself, watching her country’s football dreams fade with the heartbreak of their absence in this year’s competition.

Tahlia tried to push the thought of England’s absence from her mind. The Lionesses should’ve been here. They should’ve had a chance to prove themselves in this very stadium, against the world’s best. But that dream had slipped away after they had failed to qualify, something that still stung. The pain of being a spectator instead of a player burned deep, but her focus had to remain on Jessie, on the love of her life, who had made it to this stage.

The match kicked off, and the roar of the crowd intensified. Both teams looked determined, but Germany’s strength was undeniable. Their quick passing and sharp counter-attacks kept Canada on edge, though Jessie and the Canadian squad refused to back down. Tahlia’s eyes followed every movement, watching as Jessie fought tooth and nail on the field. She could see the familiar fire in her eyes, the relentless determination that Tahlia had fallen in love with. But this was different. This was the Olympics. And the pressure to perform was overwhelming.

The first half was a back-and-forth affair. Germany controlled the ball for much of the early stages, but Canada’s defense, led by Jessie, held strong. Tahlia chewed her lip, tension rising with every pass, every challenge, every shot at goal. Jessie had a few decent chances, but Germany’s goalkeeper, Ann-Katrin Berger, was equally brilliant. Tahlia glanced at the clock, forty-five minutes had passed, and still, neither team had managed to score.

As the teams left the pitch for halftime, Tahlia allowed herself a brief moment to exhale. She looked down at her phone, seeing a message from some of her friends back in London, wishing her good luck. It was the small things like that that grounded her during moments of intensity.

The second half began, and immediately, the tempo picked up. Both teams were desperate for a goal. Germany nearly broke the deadlock when Alexandra Popp’s header crashed off the crossbar, sending the German fans into a frenzy. Canada responded with their own counterattack, and Tahlia’s breath hitched in her chest as Jessie made a crucial clearance off the line to keep the game level.

Then came the moment. Tahlia could see it before it even happened, the challenge from behind, Jessie’s body twisting awkwardly as she collided with an opponent. The stadium held its collective breath as Jessie crumpled to the ground. The referee blew the whistle, and the match came to a sudden stop. Tahlia’s heart plummeted into her stomach. She watched helplessly as medical staff rushed onto the field.

Jessie was down.

The minutes dragged on as Tahlia tried to make sense of what had just happened. Her fingers tightened around the railing in front of her, her nails digging into the metal. She couldn’t look away. She couldn’t allow herself to believe this was happening.

She heard the collective gasps from the crowd as Jessie gingerly stood, visibly limping. Tahlia’s stomach twisted further, the pit deepening with every second. She hoped it wasn’t anything serious, but deep down, she knew this was more than just a knock. Jessie had been hurt, and it was bad. Her heart ached for her, knowing how much this meant to her.

Tahlia’s worst fear was confirmed when Jessie was helped off the field, her limp exaggerated by the crutches they handed her. The stadium fell silent for a moment, but it felt like the world had stopped turning. A wave of sympathy and support washed over the stadium, but for Tahlia, all she could do was watch in helpless despair.

She could only pray it wasn’t a serious injury. Jessie had worked too hard for this moment. She couldn’t imagine how Jessie was feeling, she was tough, but she was also human. And right now, Tahlia knew she needed to be there for her. Even if she couldn’t be out there with her, she needed to be with her after the final whistle.

The match continued, but Tahlia couldn’t focus on the game anymore. Germany soon found their stride, capitalizing on the shift in momentum. A stunning goal from Svenja Huth in the 73rd minute broke the deadlock, sending Germany into the lead. Tahlia felt a deep ache in her chest as the scoreline flashed on the screen, Germany 1, Canada 0.

Minutes later, another breakthrough came for Germany, this time from Lea Schüller, whose header from a corner made it 2-0. Tahlia’s heart sank further, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the screen. She couldn’t leave. Not now. Not while Jessie was still out there, fighting with everything she had to cheer on her teammates from the sideline.

Despite Canada’s best efforts, they couldn’t find a way back. The final whistle blew, and the scoreline read 2-0 in Germany’s favor.

The stadium erupted with the cheers of German fans, but for Tahlia, it was a bitter pill to swallow. Her eyes searched for Jessie, who had been helped off the pitch, crutches in tow. Tahlia’s heart hurt for her. She knew this wasn’t just a loss on the scoreboard—it was a loss that would weigh heavily on Jessie’s shoulders. She could only imagine the disappointment, the frustration, the helplessness Jessie must’ve been feeling.

The Canadian players walked off the field, their heads held low, but Tahlia knew they had given it their all. They had fought until the very end, even in the face of adversity.

Tahlia stood and made her way to the edge of the stands, her eyes never leaving Jessie’s figure as she made her way back to the locker room, the crutches beneath her arms. She wanted to run to her, to hold her, to tell her everything would be okay, but the distance between them felt unbearable.

The stadium slowly emptied out as the crowd dispersed, and the night air felt colder than before. Tahlia took a deep breath, wiping away the tear that had escaped down her cheek. She knew Jessie was strong, but right now, Tahlia needed to be strong for her. She couldn’t let her bear this alone.

As the last of the fans began to exit the stadium, Tahlia stood there in the quiet aftermath of the match, her heart heavy with worry. She would see Jessie soon enough. She would be there for her, even if it felt like the world had turned upside down. Because, no matter what, she wasn’t going anywhere.

Not now. Not ever.

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