Offside ⥠Michael kaiser
cw: light angst, reader has a kid, mentions of cheating, request by @yanderebluelockfan
You stood in the hallway of Michaelâs hotel room, hands trembling at your sides. He looked radiant, just coming out of the shower with a towel slung low on his hips, hair damp and clinging to his forehead. But your heart pounded for an entirely different reason.
âI need to talk to you,â you said, voice barely above a whisper.
He frowned slightly, sensing the tension. âWhatâs wrong?â
You took a shaky breath and looked him in the eyes. You had to lie. For him. For his career. You couldnât be the thing holding him backânot now, not ever.
âI donât think we should see each other anymore,â you said quickly, like ripping off a bandage.
âWhat?â His expression twisted. âWhy?â
âIâve been seeing someone else.â
The lie burned your throat. His eyes widened in disbelief, pain cracking through the gold in them.
âYouâre serious?â he asked. âAfter everything?â
You nodded, biting down on your tongue so hard it tasted like blood. âIt wasnât serious between us anyway. You said that yourself.â
He recoiled like youâd slapped him. âSo thatâs it? Just like that?â
You looked away before the tears could fall. âJust like that.â
What you didnât tell him was that you were carrying his child. You were already a few weeks pregnant.
And you loved him too much to let that truth shackle him to you.
The roar of the stadium still echoed in Michael Kaiserâs ears when he caught sight of you.
You looked almost the same.
Maybe a little tired. A little older. Your hair pulled into a messy bun like you hadnât slept well in weeks. But he knew those eyes. Knew the way they locked on his across the corridor like you hadnât been the one to shatter him years ago.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he snapped, his voice cold, cutting through the awkward silence of the hallway.
You didnât flinch. Just stood there, arms folded tightly across your chest, like you needed to brace herself against the weight of seeing him again. "My son⌠wanted to meet you."
A small figure peeked out from behind her. Wide violet blue-blue eyes, tousled dark blonde hair, a shade darker than his.Â
His throat tightened. No way. No way.
He blinked. Looked again. His mind was playing tricks on him, right?
The boy approached slowly, nervous but smiling. "Hi! I'm Leo. You were amazing out there. Iâm your biggest fan."
He crouched down automatically, something aching in his chest. "Hey there, Leo. You like football, huh?"
"I want to be just like you when I grow up," the boy beamed.
God. He looked so much like him.
Michael stood abruptly, his jaw clenched. His gaze shifted to your, face unreadable. "You should go. Both of you."
Your eyes dimmed. She nodded. "Thanks for seeing him."
Kaiser didnât sleep that night.
Leo. His fan. Your son. The birth date matched. The resemblance? Uncanny. And why had you shown up now, after years of silence?
He made one call. One favor.
"Get me everything you can on her," he told the guy on the other side of the phone, voice low. "And I mean everything."
A few days later, the report landed on his desk.
Unmarried. Single mom. Father: Unknown.
It hit him like a bullet.
He didnât even think. Just got in his car and drove through Berlin until he reached a small, worn apartment building. A far cry from the life you used to live. From the life he offered her once.
The door opened and there he was againâLeo. Eyes lit up instantly.
"Michael! Mom! Michael's here!"
He swallowed hard. "Hey, kid. Is your mom home?"
You appeared in the doorway, face pale. Her voice, sharp. "Leo, go to your room."
Once the door clicked shut, you stepped outside, closing the door behind her.
"What the hell do you think youâre doing here, Michael?"
"Donât lie to me again."
Your voice cracked. "I didnât want to ruin your life. You were just getting big. Everything you dreamed of. How could I ask you to give it up forâ"
"So you lied? You told me you didnât love me. That you were cheating on me. I begged you to stay. And the whole time you were carrying my child?"
Tears welled in your eyes. "I didnât know what else to do. I was scared."
Michael ran a hand through his hair, pacing. The thought of all the years lost, of his son growing up thinking his father was just a name on a jersey.
"He saw you on TV. Asked questions. I couldnât lie to him forever."
When he finally spoke again, his voice was softer, though still laced with disbelief. "Heâs mine."
You nodded, defeated. "Yes."
He stepped closer. You didnât move.
"You shouldâve told me. You shouldâve let me choose."
He looked at youâreally looked at you. The same girl who once held his dreams in the palm of her hand. Now here you were, tired, overworked, but still so heartbreakingly beautiful. A woman who had raised his child alone.
"I want to be in his life," he said. "If you'll let me."
You blinked rapidly, wiping at your cheeks. "It wonât be easy."
"I don't care. I've missed too much already."
Months passed. Visits turned to weekends. Weekends turned to holidays. And slowly, painfully, Michael worked his way into Leo's world.
Then, one spring afternoon, he knelt in their tiny living room, holding out a simple silver band.
"I wasted years without you. Let me make up for it. Marry me."
You stared, breath caught in your throat.
"You donât have to be alone anymore," he said. "Neither of you."
Tears fell as you nodded.
And when Leo burst into the room, Michael pulled him into his arms, holding them both like they were the only goal he ever needed.
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A/n: Thank you for the req, why was this lwk sad :(
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