Ruben Dias - One Shots

Ruben Dias x Reader - The celebration

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"Wait for mommy!"

Three years and four kids later, you finally came to watch Rubens game. It was against Chelsea and the 1-0 victory against them was post celebratory, considering Manchester City had already won the league. Either way, your sons were overjoyed by the experience, wanting to invade the pitch with the other players families. You had to trail your steps behind them with your pregnant belly slowing you down.

"There is Daddy!"

You had one boy, Matteo, wait up for you, grabbing your hand so the two of you could cross the pitch together. He was your youngest and also your sweetest. He would grow up to break many hearts, you thought.

"Mommy look."

Your other three boys had gone down to the pitch without hesitation, charging towards Ruben who collected them in his arms, one by one. They were taking turns putting on the premier leauge golden medal by the time you and Matteo got to them.

Ruben smiled seeing you and Matteo crossing the pitch together. He put down the three heathens and waved for Matteo to give him a hug. He did so running towards Rubens embrace, jumping into his arms.

"Did you enjoy the match?" He asked, kissing Matteo's temple.

"But dad you weren't playing."

Ruben chuckled. "No, not as much as I usually do. But there'll be more games next season. Then you can come see daddy play from the start.

Matteo nodded his head. "Can I also try on the medal?"

"Of course." Ruben put him down, letting him run to his brothers.

"You know..." You smiled, as it was your turn to congratulate Ruben. "...They'll be fighting over that medal all night."

Ruben railed you in for a long kiss. "What's new." He smiled against your lips.

It was a lovely scene at the Ethiad, with all the players friends, families and kids on the pitch, taking photos with the trophy and what not. Most kids were running around tossing blue confetti at each other. Your boys were no different, as soon as they lost interest in the golden medal they were off chasing one another around the green field.

"I'm glad you came." Ruben said, kissing your cheek, watching you keep a slight eye out for the boys.

You turned your head to look up at him. "Me too."

"I'm glad all of you came."

Rubens hand went your stomach. You smiled.

"Get a room you two!"

Ruben sighed at the interruption. It was John Stones with a smeared grin on his face.

"Or perhas don't get a room. We all know what happens whenever you and Y/N get ten minutes alone."

Ruben let his arms around you go but grabbed a hold of your hand instead. "Don't you have selfies to take with the trophy John?"

He shrugged. "Ilkay has it. And I want to say hello to Y/N."

You shook your head and smiled. "Hello John."

"Hello gorgeous." He kissed your cheek and gave you a hug. "Pregnant again, I see."

"Is there anything better to do?"

"Apparently not." He chuckled.

"Eyy, the baby makers!"

Somthing big and shiney approached in the corner of your eye, Ilkay gündoğan along with Riyad Mahrez, carrying the Premier leauge trophy.

"Y/N!" They cheered. "Where are the boys?"

"Around, probably up to no good" You shifted your head in search for them.

"Yes my nieces are the same." Marhez laughed. "I have confetti in my pants because of them."

"Eyy, Y/N!"

Rubens teammates were popping up left and right, perhaps suprised to finally see you at a game, this time it was Kyle Walker.

"I thought that was your son's playing with mine. Why aren't they in the youth team with my boy?"

"I think Ruben rather make a team of his own." John Stones snorted.

Ruben slapped the back of his head.

"Ouch."

"When is the due date?" Ilkay asked.

"September." You said.

The guys shared Oo's and ahh's, mostly directed at Ruben who rolled his eyes at them.

"Do you know the sex?" Marhez asked.

"Not yet." Ruben said, throwing his arm around your shoulder.

"Actually..."

Ruben turned to you, eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

You shrugged. "I was gonna tell you about it after my appointment last week but that's when the game against Nottingham happened and you became champions."

Ruben batted his lashes, dumbfounded.

"Go on, tell us then." Said Kyle.

The other guys looked to Ruben who still had his eyes on you. You smiled. "It's a girl!"

His face lit up. "A girl?"

You nodded. "A girl."

He turned to his teammates. "We're having a girl!"

Overjoyed was the least words to describe their reaction. They were jumping around like chipmunks on ecstasy. You'd think it was Ruben carrying the child by the way his teammates embrace him and marked his face with wet kisses. John Stones was the happiest of them all. " I told you about the lemon juice, didn't I?"

"You did." Ruben chuckled.

"Lemon juice?" You frowned.

"I told your hubby here that if he wanted to make a girl he better start drinking at least a gallon of lemon. He as done so ever since."

"You have?"

Ruben blushed.

You thought of the times when you kissed his lips and tasted the sourness from the lemon juice. Back then you didn't think much of it, perhaps it had been a wierd part of his diet. Never did you think that Ruben cared so much for the two of you to finally have a girl.

"Ruben." You shook your head. "You didn't have to do that for me."

"It worked didn't it?" John Stones was over the moon. He, Ruben, Ilkay and Kyle ran to tell the rest if their teammates news, leaving you alone with the Premier League trophy.

"Boys." You sighed, with a smile on your face.