For months, fans had gotten used to seeing you at every Juventus match. You were part of the routine: sitting in the family section, clapping nervously whenever Kenan touched the ball, beaming when he scored.
But then, suddenly, you weren’t there.
When Juventus played away, your seat was empty. Photos circulated quickly.
“Where’s his wife?”
“She’s literally at every game, something must be wrong.”
“Don’t tell me they're divorced??”
“Maybe they are having an issue bts”
Speculation ran wild. By the time the final whistle blew, TikTok edits were already trending with captions like ‘Kenan without her support’. Kenan, of course, brushed it off when asked post-match, saying only: “She couldn’t be here today, but she’s always with me.”
The following week at Allianz Stadium, you returned. Walking in quietly, scarf wrapped around your neck, you slipped into your usual spot. But this time, something was different.
Your fitted shirt curved gently around your stomach a small but very real baby bump.
The cameras didn’t miss it. Within minutes, the big screen flashed your image, and the entire stadium buzzed. Some fans gasped, others cheered, and almost instantly, social media lit up:
“WAIT SHE’S PREGNANT???”
“Kenan’s gonna be a dad omg 😭”
“So THIS is why she wasn’t at the last game.”
When Kenan jogged out for warm-ups, he spotted you almost instantly. His eyes flicked down, caught the bump, then lifted to meet your smile. For a second, he froze before breaking into the widest grin, shaking his head in disbelief like he couldn’t believe the secret was finally out.
Juventus won that night, and instead of his usual celebration, Kenan pointed straight to you in the stands. Then he pressed his palm over his stomach, a quiet but powerful gesture that made the entire crowd roar even louder.
Later, when the match photos hit the internet, fans went crazy over the sight of him with his hand on his stomach.
“DAD MODE ACTIVATED 😭🫶”
“Kenan Yildiz is scoring goals and life goals.”
And you, You sat there with your hand resting protectively on your bump, heart swelling at the way your husband made sure the world knew, this was the start of your little family.
celebrating the win against austria with your boyfriend
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A/N: my first kenan fic!! based on this request! thank you for requesting 🤍
W/C: 1.604
just a couple minutes.
that was all that was left for turkey to win their match, and to be a part of the last eight teams competing for the euros this year.
your heart had already leaped when austria had scored one goal in the sixty-sixth minute of the game, and just like everyone rooting for the same team as you, you hoped it would stay 2-1 for turkey.
you had obviously come to support your loving boyfriend, his first euro tournament in his career. he had already played a good eighty minutes, before his coach had decided to take him off.
sometimes he'd glance at you when the game was paused during a certain foul or injury. wanting to make sure you were still there, screaming and clapping in support for him. of course, the glances were pretty short, he had to focus on the game, and you knew that as well.
kenan would give you all the attention after the game, whether he won or lost.
making eye contact with him was your absolute favorite part. it was no secret that your boyfriend was a looker. every time he'd show up on the big screen, you had to hold yourself back from fawning a little too much, though the eye candy was always welcome.
especially in his white kit, it made him look like an angel as he was running around the pitch. the sweat from being incredibly active, darkening his brown hair.
you'd chuckle and smile at the occasional wink he would send you. it leaving you flustered and hot, although it had been drizzling for the past few seconds, it helping you cool down a little.
you fold your arms up, against your chest. wiping the rain that had been dripping down onto your naked arms, your turkey kit not helping you since it’s a t-shirt. you tap your shoe impatiently against the ground, well- the bleachers.
the game pauses for a second during an injury, watching the medics arrive. you look up suddenly when you're nudged by kenan's mother, who's sat next to you, a confused expression on her face.
"look up.." she says, pointing over and up to one of the huge screens in the leipzig stadium. you furrow your brows, not recognizing your own face for a moment.
realizing it's in fact you, on the screen, you smile, trying not to look awkward. your mother-in-law laughs, nudging for you to stop being so tense.
you chuckle, your lips pulling into relaxed smile, you wave your little türkiye flag, sending a quick flying kiss to the camera.
your face heats up at the sudden attention of the thousands of people in the stadium, and you're relieved when the camera pans back to the pitch, the game resuming.
you shake the situation off quickly, hoping you looked good at least.
your breath hitches when you hear the extra time being announced, and get ready for another torturous four minutes.
your mind switches to how anxious kenan himself might feel, at this point, he couldn't do anything about it. he could only trust his teammates to continue defending and possibly score another goal.
you turn to kenan's mother, an anxious expression on her face. you immediately grab onto her hand, smiling at her before squeezing her hand in reassurance. she turns to you, sending you a warm smile back.
you don't have to speak to know what emotions are running through your bodies, it's visible from the look in your eyes.
since you and kenan had been dating for more than a year, you had gotten very close to his parents. especially his mother, having her share the same feelings as you was both reassuring and very important to you.
the entire turkish supporting side of the stadium erupts in gasps and shouts as the ball is headed by a member of the opposition.
everyone's jaw slaws open in shock and happiness when goalkeeper gunök successfully swats the ball away, to prevent a last-minute disaster for turkey.
you and kenan's family start jumping in happiness, along with the thousands of fans. the noise is incredibly loud, and it seems to reach a higher frequency when the full-time whistle is blow.
you watch multiple of kenan's teammates drop to the grass in exhaustion and relief, some running to the goalie and some jumping up and down in happiness.
your heart beats faster when you look for kenan, smiling lovingly when you make eye contact with him. he waves to you, and his family.
the smile on his face makes you swoon, and you have to hold yourself back to not run up to the pitch and plant a fat kiss on his cheek.
the celebration lasts a couple minutes, and you all chant along as the players and staff make a circle in the middle of the pitch.
you immediately perk up when you're allowed to go down to the pitch. waiting for kenan's family to greet him first, as you fiddle with your white handbag. a gift from kenan on your last birthday..
"liebing.." kenan immediately coos in his first language, opening his arms wide for you to nestle in between them.
you wrap your arms around him, pressing your face against his chest. he brings you into his chest, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.
"did you enjoy the game?" he asks, leaning down. his bigger hands cup your jaw, and he presses a tender kiss onto your forehead.
you close your eyes, soaking up the loving touch, feeling rain drizzle on you. the sky darkening as darker clouds become visible in the sky.
"i did enjoy the game. I'm proud of you, baby.." your mutter, looking up into his brown eyes.
he grins down at you, thumb wiping at your face. cheeks wet from the rain.
"oh! you're ruining my makeup!.." you complain, though you don't move or try to swat his hand away.
"it's pretty like this. just like on the big screen. that kiss was for me, right, liebe?" he quirks up his slit brow, peering down at you with a cocky expression.
"you saw that?"
"of course, I almost forgot where I was.."
you chuckle at his words, rolling your eyes in a teasing manner, before humming against his chest.
"aren't you cold?" he suddenly says, eyes darting to his parents. noticing that his father had already given his jacket to his mother. the both of them chatting with his teammate arda's parents.
you don't even get to open your mouth to respond, before he drapes his white training jacket over your shivering shoulders, forcing you to pull your arms through the warm jacket.
"thank you.." you smile, making him lean down for you to kiss his cheek.
the smile on your face grows bigger at his own grin, his pearly whites showing.
"now you're getting all wet, though.." you observe, reaching up to fix his wet hair. the once fluffy brown locks, now soaked and flat, stuck to his forehead.
you don't even notice the cameraman right next to you, totally immersed in fixing kenan's recently washed hair, and definitely not realizing that a huge camera is pointed towards you two.
"you need a warm shower, and maybe some tea. are you allowed to go out tonight? or do you still have a curfew?.."
you frown as your questions don't get answered, and make a confused noise when you feel his hand pressing against your back. pressing you flush against his chest.
"what're you doing, baby?" you question, following his eyes, only to land on the biggest camera lens you've ever seen in your life.
"oh.." you mumble in realization, instantly flickering your eyes away, and watching the protective look in your boyfriend's eyes.
even though you had been filmed before, when you'd attend kenan's juventus games, it never got any easier.
dating an athlete just came with unwanted attention and filming, though you tried not to let it show.
your chuckle to yourself out of embarrassment, burying your face into his chest.
"am I supposed to be looking at the camera?" you ask, words muffled, feeling his hands on your back. his fingertips dancing onto the wet fabric of the jacket.
"no, you don't have to if you're not comfortable. it's starting to pour out here. let's go inside.." he murmurs into your ear, before grabbing on your hand.
"are we running? what if we slip on the grass?" you ask, squinting and trying to cover your eyes from the rain with your arm.
"come on, i'll catch you if you fall.."
you manage to sneak a glimpse of the teasing smile on his face, before he starts dashing towards the inside of the stadium. a chocked laugh leaves your mouth, squealing at how fast he's running.
but, you're a little too happy you're inside, when you see how fast the rain switched from drizzling to pouring out of the sky.
"I'm not a footballer like you, remember?" you pant, placing your hands on your knees and bending over. trying to catch your breath, probably looking crazy to the family and friends of kenan's teammates.
you don't notice when he steps away for just a second, coming back with a towel to dry you off.
you feel his hand on your shoulder, then a soft towel on your head. you stand straight, grabbing the white towel off your face.
"thank you.." you mumble, patting your face dry, then reach up to dry his face with the other side of the towel.
unbeknownst to you two, you're still being filmed.
no doubt these clips will be posted on the internet tomorrow, and you'd try to figure out how to navigate this new-found publicity, with kenan by your side, of course.
