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Hi, my lovelies. I wrote this last night in about 2 hours so idk if itâs any good. But, I recently got the chance to binge the second half of season 4 of Bridgerton and ugh so good but also I cried multiple times loll. Anyway, I then saw a TikTok of someone joking that whenever their partner says they have a headache they panic. And I thought who else would do that but Beautiful Girl Ale. I was going to post it on Tuesday, but in honour of International Womenâs Day, have a little something about the woman most of the WOSO world love hehe. I hope you enjoy.
Headache
Alexia Putellas x Reader
Description: you have a bit of a headache, but Ale takes things very seriously.
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The headache had started sometime during media.
At first it had just been a faint pressure behind your eyes, the sort that came from staring too long into bright lights and camera flashes. You hadnât thought much of it then. Media days were always a little chaotic. Bright studio lights, endless questions, microphones pushed a little too close to your face. It was part of the job, and youâd long since learned to smile through the minor annoyances that came with it.
Still, by the time youâd left the building, the dull pressure had begun to spread. It sat heavy at your temples, pulsing softly every time you blinked. The tight ponytail youâd thrown your hair into that morning suddenly felt like it was pulling at your scalp, each strand tugging just enough to make the ache worse.
You probably should have taken it out hours ago. You probably should have drunk more water too. But the day had been busy. Training in the morning, media in the afternoon, a quick meeting squeezed in between. Somewhere in all of that, the simple things; water, food, loosening your hair, it had slipped through the cracks.
By the time you got home, the headache had settled firmly behind your eyes. Not unbearable. Just irritating.
The apartment was quiet when you stepped inside, the soft hum of the city outside muffled by the walls. For a moment you simply stood there, breathing in the familiar comfort of home.
You could hear Alexia moving somewhere down the hallway. The television murmured faintly in the background, and you caught the distant rustle of fabric, the unmistakable sound of someone rearranging themselves dramatically on the sofa.
You smiled tiredly. You toed your shoes off near the door and rubbed a hand over your temple. The ache pulsed again. Maybe you should take something for it.
Instead, you wandered into the living room.
Alexia was exactly where you expected her to be, curled sideways on the couch, one leg tucked under her, the other dangling lazily off the edge. Her hair spilled over the cushions in a messy wave, and the glow of the television flickered softly across her face.
She looked up the moment you appeared. Her expression shifted instantly. Instead of the soft smile and lovesick expression you were usually greeted with, you were met with wide eyes. You must have looked worse than you thought.
âMi amor?â she asked, sitting up a little straighter.
âItâs nothing,â you said quickly, pressing your fingers briefly to your temple.
You tried to wave it off, dropping down beside her on the couch. But Alexia was already watching you closely, that familiar crease forming between her brows. She had always been like this. Small things never stayed small once she noticed them. A tired sigh, a wince, the slightest shift in your expression. She caught all of it. And once she noticed, she worried.
You felt her gaze on you as you leaned back against the cushions. For a few seconds she said nothing. Then her hand reached out quietly, fingers brushing against yours.
You turned to look at her. And that was when you noticed the shine in her eyes.
âOh, beautiful girl,â you cooed, reaching up to push some of her hair off her face. âIâm alright. Alexia blinked, her eyes still shining with unshed tears, her lip still between her teeth. âItâs only a headache.â
âWhoâs was?â Your eyes narrowed, trying to work out what had got her so worried.
âNothing, nothing.â Alexia shook her head, forcing herself to push the anxiety away.
âNo, baby.â You reached for her hand before she could walk away. Gently, you tugged her closer, forcing her to flop against your chest.
âWhoâs was only a headache?â
âIt is stupid.â
âNot if youâre concerned about it.â
âTe reirĂĄs de mĂ.â You will laugh at me. Alexiaâs voice was watery as she leaned back to look at you.
âNo, I wonât,â you said resolutely.
âJohn only had a headache.â She whispered so quietly you could barely hear it.
âJohn?â
âFrom your stupid Victorian sex show.â You blinked, trying to work out what, and who, she was talking about.
You watched as Alexia wrung her hands a little, your fingers automatically twisting with hers. âYou mean âŠâ You blinked âBridgerton?â You had been so excited for the second half of the series to come out. You had dragged Alexia (who went very willingly, you might add) onto the sofa and flopped dramatically on top of her and refusing to move until you had binged all of the latest episodes on your most recent day off.
âSĂ, Bridgerton.â She said with distain, her lip curling. âJohn had a headache and then he died.â Alexia huffed, letting her head drop onto your shoulder once again.
âWell, first, itâs Georgian, you know after the many King Georges, not Victorian. And itâs not a stupid sex show.â You carded your fingers through Alexiaâs hair, scratching lightly at her scalp. âAnd yes, Johnâs ended up being more than just a headache. But I promise, mine is just that. Just a headache. Some eye strain from the lights at media this afternoon and a tension headache from my hair being too tight. It hasnât helped that I probably didnât drink enough either.â
You couldnât help the smile that danced on your lips at Alexia looked at you, her face full of disapproval as you listed off your lack of self care today.Â
âYou are laughing at me.â Alexia whined, her brows crinkling.
âNo, beautiful girl. No, Iâm not.â You lifted your hand to smooth over her cheek. You meant to sound reassuring, but you couldnât help the little chuckle in your voice. âIâm laughing at your expression.â
She looked a sight; eyes squinted, cheeks slightly pink, a frown colouring her face. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest, shoulders tense in that stubborn way she had when she felt both embarrassed and defensive. The crease between her brows deepened as she stared at you, clearly trying to decide whether she was more worried about you or more annoyed that you were amused.
âI am serious,â she muttered.
âI know you are,â you said gently.
Alexia huffed, the sound soft but dramatic, and then she dropped her forehead against your shoulder with a defeated groan, letting her arms wind around your waist instead.
âEs ridĂculo.â Itâs ridiculous.
âItâs not ridiculous,â you murmured, snuggling her properly now. One hand played with her hair whilst the other rubbed soothing circles over her shoulders. âYou got worried.â
âPor una serie.â Because of a TV show. Her voice was muffled against your shirt.
âYou wouldnât be the first person to take television a little too seriously.â
Alexia lifted her head just enough to look at you again, suspicion narrowing her eyes.
âYou are still laughing.â
âIâm smiling,â you corrected.
âLo mismo.â The same thing.
You pressed your lips together, trying (and failing) to hide the curve of them. She looked so deeply offended by your amusement that it only made it worse.
âOkay,â you said, taking a breath to steady yourself. âMaybe a little laughing.â
Alexia groaned again, burying her face against your collarbone again.
âSabĂa que te reirĂas.â I knew you would laugh.
âIâm not laughing at you being worried, baby,â you clarified quickly. âIâm laughing because you look like youâre about to scold me, just like Eli does with you.â
Her head snapped up.
âI am not-â
âYou are,â you interrupted gently. âLook at you.â
She blinked.
âYouâre doing the face.â
âWhat face?â
âThat one.â You reached up and lightly pressed your thumb into the crease between her brows. âThis one. The âDisapproving Putellasâ face. You and Alba and your MamĂ have the same face. Iâve seen it.â
Her lips twitched despite herself.
âI do not have a face for that.â
âYou absolutely do.â
âMentira.â Lie.
âTruth,â you said. âItâs very intimidating when your MamĂ does it. You and Alba less so.â
Alexia tried to stay annoyed. You could see the effort in the way she held her mouth firm and serious. It lasted about three seconds. Then her shoulders sagged and she sighed, the tension leaking out of her.
âYou scared me,â she admitted quietly.
The teasing smile faded from your face immediately.
âHey.â Your hand slid up to cup her cheek. âIâm okay.â
âI know,â she said, though her voice still carried a small tremble. âI donât like you being in pain anyway âŠâ Her fingers twisted nervously in the fabric of your shirt. âAnd then I remembered that stupid man.â
âJohn,â you said.
âSĂ, John,â she muttered darkly, like the name personally offended her. You brushed your thumb gently under her eye.
âHeâs fictional, Ale.â
âStill.â
âHe also lived in the 1800s.â
âThat does not make it better.â
You chuckled softly. âI promise you, my headache is not a dramatic period drama death to further a plot point so you can marry one of my siblings.â
âI can promise Iâm not going to collapse tragically.â You raised an eyebrow. âAnd I can abolutely promise that the only Y/S/N that will be marrying you is me.â
âYou do not know.â
âThat Iâm going to be the only Y/S/N marrying you? Donât tell me you have a crush on my sister!âÂ
That finally broke her. A reluctant laugh slipped out of her, quick and breathy.
âThere,â you said triumphantly. âThatâs better.â
Alexia tried to hide it, pressing her lips together again, but the tension had clearly cracked.
âYou are impossible.â
âAnd yet you love me.â
She rolled her eyes. âUnfortunately.â
You gasped softly, placing a hand over your heart. âYou wound me, beautiful girl.â
âTan dramĂĄtica,â So dramatic.
âOnly slightly.â
Alexia studied you carefully then, the humour fading as her gaze searched your face. Her fingers came up to brush lightly across your temples.
âDoes it still hurt?â she asked softly.
âA little.â
Her expression immediately turned serious again. âDid you take anything?â
âNot yet.â
Another disapproving look. âOf course not.â
âI was busy.â
âYou were irresponsible.â
âThatâs why you look after me.â Alexia sighed like someone carrying the burden of your poor life decisions.
âVen aquĂ.â Come here.
You obediently shifted as she moved, letting her guide you until you were leaning back against the couch properly. She disappeared for a moment, returning with a bottle of water and some tablets.
âDrink,â she instructed.
âSĂ, doctora.â Yes, doctor
âDo not start.â You swallowed the medicine anyway, washing it down while she watched you like a hawk.Only when the bottle was half empty did she seem satisfied.
âBetter?â she asked.
âUm hm,â you smiled.
Alexia hummed skeptically, but she settled beside you again, tucking herself close. Her head rested against your shoulder, one arm sliding across your stomach.
For a moment neither of you spoke. Then she mumbled quietly, âIf you die because of a headache, I will be very angry.â
You laughed, pressing a kiss into her hair. âNoted.â
âLo digo en serio.â I mean it.
âI know you do.â
She tilted her head up just enough to glare at you again. âNo morir.â Do not die.
âIâll do my best.â
âMĂĄs que eso.â More than that.
âAlright,â you said, smiling as you wrapped your arm around her again. âIâll make it my top priority.â
Alexia huffed softly but settled closer anyway, her grip tightening just a little, as if holding on might make the promise easier to keep.
This is a rewritten story that was originally a Bright!Reader but has changed to a Bronze!Reader
To everyone in the football world, your sister was a force to be reckoned with. Physically unmatched by almost everybody she played with or against. But then, there was you, Y/n Bronze. A bigger, but younger Bronze who served for the British Army as a Major General. Youâd joined straight away when you were 16 and had worked your way up through the ranks over the years.
Youâd been stationed everywhere across the commonwealth as you came up through the ranks. Youâd spent some time in almost every continent of the world. But since youâd been back in the UK, you had been able to spend more of your free time with your big sister, and your friends, who were also Lucyâs friends.
From all this time spent with footballers, you started to enjoy the sport. Youâd become somewhat of a Chelsea fan and went to Lucyâs games when you could. You never took up the sport though, usually too busy working or training at the gym.
It was at the Euroâs when you met a certain blonde striker at the celebration party for family and friends. Youâd both snuck off for a little while, away from her family, and yours. Since then, youâd been happily dating. You took time off to go to Australia in the Summer to watch Lucy lead England to a World Cup final, as well as watching your girlfriend hit the back of the net multiple times.
But her move to London now, when she joined Arsenal, was a different dynamic for you both. Youâd moved in together somewhere that was close enough to your barracks and to Coloney. You also were starting to become used to stepping in between your sister and your girlfriend arguing about which side of London was better.
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You and Ona, Lucyâs girlfriend, who was over for a visit, had just arrived back at you and Alessiaâs house from the gym when you both simultaneously rolled your eyes at the noise coming from the living room.
âYouâre cheatingâ Lucy shouted.
âNo, youâre just badâ Alessia laughed as she rapidly flicked the Xbox controller buttons in different directions to make the virtual her celebrate.
âShall we leave them?â Ona asked as she jokingly reopened the front door.
âI wishâ you chuckled.
With the bang that came from the door this time, the voices fell silent and all that could be heard was footsteps shuffling towards the both of you.
âHi babyâ Alessia smiled when she saw you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and pulling you in for a kiss.
âMissed you, mi amorâ you finally got out in between kisses.
âDo you two ever stop with the PDA?â Lucy gagged, although she was stood in a similar position with Ona.
You frowned at your sister before watching Alessiaâs hand creep up ever so slightly with only her middle finger raised. You couldnât help but burst out laughing. The way she acted around your sister was hilarious to you. They had their own relationship from playing together at England.
âAre we still going out tonight then?â Ona asked, quickly changing the subject.
âYeah, the girls are all comingâ Lucy smiled, referring to her friends.
With fixtures off at the weekend it was a mixture of Chelsea and England girls all set to go out tonight.
âCome on, weâll need to get ready before Tooney comesâ Alessia giggled, pulling you up the stairs.
âHang on, who invited Tooney?â Lucy frowned. She hated when her and Alessia were together because it just riled Ella up.
âI didâ you said quickly, knowing the look on your sisterâs face was one of annoyance. You hadnât actually invited Ella, Alessia had, but Lucy wouldnât give out to you.
âI havenât seen her in a few monthsâ you shrugged walking up after a smirking Alessia.
âI know that is Alessia talking and not youâ Lucy shouted after you. âWe will see you there at 7pm. Do not be lateâ Lucy said as her and Ona left to go home and get ready.
âSo protectiveâ Alessia smirked as she pressed her lips against yours when you got into your bedroom.
You would never let anybody talk badly to her or about her, unless they wanted to be put in their place. She loved how protective you were, because, you were absolutely terrifying. Although Lucy and Alessia did bicker, Lucy was protective of her too since you two had become serious.
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Ella eventually arrived at you and Alessiaâs shared home, giving you a quick hello when you opened the door before she ran straight up to Alessia. You were ready to go, however the pair of them hadnât even got started. Alessia was waiting for Ella, and as per usual, Ella was running late.
You shot Lucy a quick message to let her know youâd be late, which she already knew was coming. You were always late when Alessia was coming with you to things. But instead of Alessia being the problem, the issue to you was why couldnât the event have started an hour later?
You were sat on the couch, answering some work emails as you patiently awaited the duoâs arrival downstairs. It took awhile, but they eventually got there.
âY/n, come on! Weâve been waiting for ya for the past hourâ Ella scoffed playfully.
âYeah, yeahâ you chuckled, getting up off the couch and grabbing your car keys.
âYouâre driving?â Ella asked with a frown.
âShe doesnât drink anymore. Too committed to being all fit and se-â Alessia smirked.
âYeah, you donât actually need to finish thatâ Ella gagged as she walked out towards the car, covering her ears.
âYou look beautiful, Lessâ you smiled and pressed your lips against hers.
âYouâre just saying thatâ she shook her head and you frowned. âCome on, your sister will kill me if weâre any laterâ she said as she pulled your hand out towards the car.
You eventually got to the nightclub, taking an angry Lucy away from her friends to explain why in fact you were two hours late. You took the full blame, while Alessia and Ella skipped off and towards their England teammates. When Lucy eventually let you go, you found Ona in a corner of the club, sitting on the sofa. You sat down with her and started discussing a trip to Barcelona and if you could possibly get time off work to go to visit her. You liked Ona, she was good for your sister.
The club was packed and you hated nightclubs. They were sticky and loud and you didnât drink. You were just here to make Lucy and Alessia happy. Alessia was the total opposite. She loved a night out, dancing and drinking with her friends. The dynamic between you worked, she could let loose without any care in the world, because you would always be there to help if something happened.
And that was about to be put to the test as Ella sprinted over to you.
âYou alright, Tooney?â Ona asked, as the United girl gave you a look.
âWhereâs Alessia?â You asked with a frown.
âSheâs on the dance floor but thereâs this guyâ Ella began to explain as you shoved your drink into Onaâs hand and brushed by Ella.
Ona got up too, leaving both your drinks on the table. Ona wasnât going for back up for you, she was going to make sure you didnât murder this man. You saw the guy and you instantly felt angry. It wasnât just Alessia he was trying to talk to, it was a lot of the girls that were here. Alessia looked so uncomfortable, until she locked eyes with you.
âCan I help you?â You asked the much shorter man, looking down on him, as if he was nothing.
âNoâ he shook his head âYou canâtâ he added.
âI suggest you waltz back over to whoever youâre here with, or out the front doorâ you pointed as he turned to follow the direction your finger pointed in.
âUnless you want to be kicked out of it?â You added, clenching your fist as Ona grabbed your arm backwards.
âLook, I think thereâs been a bit of a misunderstandingâ he held his hands up in defence.
âIf one of them is yours, I can happily take a different oneâ he smiled.
âTheyâre not interestedâ you bluntly said, pushing him lightly away as he tripped and stumbled. You eyed at a security guard, who escorted the man away from your group and out the main entrance.
âYou okay?â You asked Alessia who was stood with her friends just behind you. Your hand found itself on her waist as she kissed your cheek.
âCan you stay out here and dance with me?â She begged as you grunted with a nod. Meanwhile, she just giggled and pulled you further into the dance floor.
âGod, I thought Lucy was scaryâ Esme laughed.
âIâm not scaryâ Lucy huffed with a laugh. âWhatâs gone on then?â she asked, after completely missing what had happened.
âSome guy was trying to get with Lessâ Niamh piped in. Lucy looked over to where you stood on the dance floor, Alessiaâs hand around your neck and both of you dancing.
âAnd Y/n tried to kill himâ Ona added.
âTypicalâ Lucy laughed with a roll of her eyes, making her way over to you.
âYou alright?â She asked Alessia who was dancing beside you.
âYeahâ Alessia shouted over the music.
âHeard you tried to kill someone?â Lucy smirked as you laughed.
âI did no such thingâ you shrugged with a cheeky smile.
âYouâre far too protectiveâ Lucy teased.
âShouldnât have set me up with someone so pretty thenâ you grinned as Alessia smirked and kissed you as if you were the only two people in the room.
âI shouldnât have set you two up full stopâ she gagged as you stuck your finger up at her, while your lips remained connected to Alessiaâs.
You couldnât help that you were so protective. It was in your nature to be that way, as your job required it. You were just so overly protective of Alessia and she loved it. Every bit of it. You never let her lift a finger, just incase. Thatâs how you found yourself doing all the cooking and cleaning in your shared home.
Alessia had a reputation for being a bit of a mean girl, but she could do no wrong to you. Youâd constantly talk her out of sticky situations, regardless of who it was with. If you could talk her out of a booking with referees, you would.
You think sometimes she did things to rile you up purposely, just to get a thrill off of how protective you could be. But Alessia was protective of you in her own sense. She didnât need to be protective in situations if someone physically hurt you, because it would take a very big person to do that. But she was protective in the fact that you were hers, and only hers.
Youâd eventually broken away from her on the dance floor, where Tooney had taken your place, thankfully. Although, you didnât mind when your girlfriend was pressed against you. Youâd just rather she did it not in the view of her friends, your sister and a bunch of strangers.
Youâd met Ona at the bar who was grabbing more drinks for her and Lucyâs mates that were here. You were grabbing some for Alessia and her friends. You were just drinking a Fanta, while everyone else was on something much stronger than that. Ona had just walked off back to her mates when you were putting through your order.
âWhat can I get you?â The girl behind the bar asked.
You frowned at her, because for a split second you thought she was Alessia. They must have been twins separated at birth because you were currently looking at your girlfriendâs doppelgĂ€nger.
âUhâ you stuttered before you rattled off the 7 different drinks you had to order as she nodded and began to make the drinks.
âThis might sound weird, but Iâve been kind of hoping youâd come over here all nightâ she said as your head shot up to look around at who she was speaking to.
âMe?â You asked, now noticing the bar was empty, except for you.
It was quiet up here. It wasnât the main bar, it was one towards the back and didnât stock as much drinks as the main one did. The dance floor was a few hundred meters away and the music didnât really travel up to here, so you didnât need to shout to put your order through.
âYeah, I saw you when you came in and I thought you were really fitâ she smirked.
âOh, uhâ you werenât the best at flirting, even before youâd met Alessia.
You remember the first encounter you had with Alessia was easy, due to the alcohol in both your systems and the fact she kissed you before youâd so much as said hello. But you didnât need to even try now, especially not with someone else.
âHow much do I owe you?â You asked.
âWhich one is yours? That can be on meâ she smiled.
âThe Fantaâ you coughed as she frowned at you, almost like she didnât believe you. âI serve in the army so Iâm not a big drinkerâ you shrugged.
âWell, does the army woman have a phone number I could have?â She asked.
âYes. But the army woman has a girlfriendâ Alessia snapped.
âCan she just pay?â Alessia frowned as the girl held out the card machine and you tapped your card. You picked up as many of the glasses as you could, and Alessia took the rest. She walked a few steps ahead of you, like she was annoyed.
âLessi, I wasnât flirtingâ you pouted, as your girlfriend turned to look at your sad little face.
âAw, no, baby. I know you werenâtâ she both put the drinks on the table beside you as she pulled you in for a kiss.
The only thing she loved more than your protective demeanour was your golden retriever energy. Youâd been caught up in this kiss for several minutes now, completely forgetting the drinks that stood on the table.
âDo they ever give it a rest?â Ella grunted.
âNeverâ Lucy shook her head in disgust.
âI just want my drinkâ Niamh reached her hands out playfully, although you were both stood on the opposite side of the dance floor.
âGod imagine if they ever have a kid. I donât know who Y/n would be more protective ofâ Ella laughed.
âWould it wear a Chelsea or an Arsenal jersey?â Esme asked.
âChelseaâ Lucy replied.
âArsenalâ Leah said just as quickly, as the two girls stared at each other.
âOh, you wanna bet? ÂŁ20â Lucy smirked.
âIâll take that bet, Bronze. Less is loyal to The Arsenal and Y/n is a push over to herâ Leah laughed.
âRight, break it up, serious business hereâ Erin shouted, practically pulling you and your girlfriend apart.
âIf ye were to have a wee baby, is it Arsenal or is it Chelsea?â She asked you both.
âItâd be Arsenalâ Alessia replied with a smile, as she looked at you.
âYeah, whatever Less wants. I donât really careâ you shrugged. Youâd only started really liking football a few years ago, football was Alessiaâs whole life.
âSee I told you, your sisterâs a push overâ Leah laughed as Lucy handed her a ÂŁ20 note.
âIâm not a push overâ you frowned at the England captain, who literally froze on the spot in genuine fear you were going to punch her square in the face.
âNo, no, noâ she waved her hands frantically.
âDo youâs all think I just let her walk all over me?â You asked as the group fell silent, indicating that that was exactly what they thought.
âBabyâ Alessia whined, trying to pull at your hand but you pushed it away from you. Alessia knew it drove you up the wall when people said it. You walked outside to get fresh air.
âThanks Leahâ Alessia scowled at her before following you outside. Instantly, the second her foot stepped outside, there was cameras everywhere, people in her face taking photos.
âAlessiaâ
âAlessia, over hereâ
âY/nâ she helplessly called out. You hadnât seen her follow you out, but the flashes of light and the calling of your name got your attention.
âOiâ you shouted towards them. âGet the fuck away from herâ
âBouncers donât get to tell us what to doâ one of the photographers snickered.
âIâm not a bloody bouncer. Iâm a major general of the British army, so unless you lot want a criminal conviction, Iâd advise you to get away from herâ you snapped back.
It was like a party trick, that line would make any group of people disperse. If the army knew how often you threw it around, you were sure youâd be sacked.
âYou okay?â You asked her when you got beside her again.
âThat was so fucking hot, take me homeâ she whispered in your ear with a smirk.
Lucy
Hello?
Where are you?
Tooney
Less did you seriously leave?
Iâm meant to be staying with you!!!!
Ona
Please reply to your sister before she kills someone đ
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You were lying in bed with Alessia, phones still in your pockets of the clothes that were tossed around the room.
âYou know, I donât think youâre a push overâ Alessia hummed against your chest as you ran your hands up and down her back.
âI knowâ you nodded. âWith that whole kid thing, the reason I said it was because, Iâd want our kid in whatever jersey you were playing inâ you shrugged.
âYouâre so cuteâ she giggled, kissing you gently. âSo, youâd want kids while I was still playing?â She asked.
âI wouldnât mind, whenever you feel most comfortable to do it. Itâs your ovenâ you smirked as she rolled her eyes at you.
âMaybe let me do one more World Cup, then weâll talkâ she patted your face and you hummed, content with that.
5 years later
âAlessia Bronze is back on the field today for the first time since giving birth. Itâs her first game since winning the World Cup last yearâ
âMummaâ your baby boy, Noah, squealed in your arms, frantically waving his hands trying to get her attention.
âYeah bubba, itâs mummaâ you smiled, looking at him in a little Bronze 23 jersey.
âMakes me sick with our name on that thingâ lucy huffed.
âThat thing best not be referring to my childâ you frowned.
âNo, the jersey. That disgusting looking jerseyâ she said.
âAuntie Lucy is crankyâ you chuckled making your little son laugh. âTell auntie Lucy what mumma told youâ you smirked.
âBoo Chelseaâ he giggled, as Lucy gasped playfully, and took him into her arms for a cuddle.
âRemember when I said I should have never have set you up with Less?â She asked, looking at your son.
âYeah?â You replied, thinking she was about to say something sentimental.
âI was right. I should have set you up with Niamh or Guro, so my nephew wouldnât be subjected to thisâ she snickered.
âOkay, youâve lost baby privileges, give me back my childâ you said, bringing baby Noah back into your arms and finally getting Alessiaâs attention as she gave him a big eave and blew a kiss in your direction.
On the merciless African savanna, where morals are fortuitous, a small lion pride persists under their young Matriarch, Nyathera. She and her three sisters live on after the tragic loss of their mother and father, navigating a new reality without their precious guidance. Nyatheraâs unwavering desire to protect her Pride is constantly challenged by her brute sister, Mkaliâs short temper. But when the Pride is suddenly overthrown by the crazed lion Mandla and his coalition, they suffer the most devastating tragedy yet: the deaths of their cubs. Conquered again by new Protectors, the lionessesâ resilience is shattered under the claws of Pride Law.
While Nyathera struggles to find her destiny as the Matriarch, an old promise and treasonous secrets threaten to tear away all sheâs ever known. Mkali, grief-stricken and haunted by the shadows within her mind, exiles herself onto a vulnerable and unpredictable path of independence. As the sun sets on the savanna, both sisters must confront the unforgiving laws of survival or risk losing everything to darkness, including themselves.
Female lions, or lionesses, collectively care for and nurse the cubs, regardless of which female gave birth. This shared parenting helps increase the cubs' chances of survival. Lionesses also teach their cubs essential survival skills and social behaviors, including hunting techniques and self-defense. While some lionesses are hunting, others remain to groom and protect the young, contributing to the pride's stability. Studies indicate that female lions can distinguish between the roars of resident males (the cubs' fathers) and unfamiliar, potentially âinfanticidalâ males, reacting with agitation and retreating with their cubs if the intruders are a threat. As far as threats go, juvenile male lions have 80% chance of dying or being killed before they reach one year old.
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