ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ jude bellingham x oc

XXXVI

Jude had his head laid on my stomach on my bed as we had just finished training. "I'm nervous I can't lie." He admitted. I let my acrylics massage his scalp.
"You have no reason to babe." I smiled at him even though his eyes were closed. "You're the best and I believe in you and the whole team."
He opened his eyes slowly. "Really?"
"Really." I placed a kiss on his forehead. "You need a shower though babe."
He nodded laughing a bit. "Got it."

"What are you're predictions?" He asked
I thought, " I reckon we'll win obviously maybe 1-0 or 2-0."
He nodded, "That'd be sick." He continued, "Who's scoring?"
"Maybe Harry Kane or Raheem?"
He nodded, "Yeah I reckon Raheem."
"I reckon you need to get in the shower."
He got up. "You joining?"
I grinned at him. "Sure but no funny business."

We stood in the shower as Jude rinsed the shampoo out my hair. "You're so pretty." I told him.
"Pretty?"
"Yeah... you're my pretty boy."
"You're my pretty girl." He massaged my scalp making me moan.
"Oop ignore that Jude."
He laughed. "I feel the same when you massage my scalp."
I grinned. "About that... I'm getting my acrylics taken off tomorrow."
Jude looked scandalised. "Fuck off, why?"
"Cause you can't play with them on dumbass!"
"WHAT ABOUT MY HEAD SCRATCHES?"
"You can have them on Friday."
"It's Tuesday."
"Yeah you only miss part of Wednesday and Thursday."
"Why not get them taken off like 10 minutes before the match on Thursday."
I laughed. "Takes more then 10 minutes babe."