My German Footballer// An Erik Durm fanfic

Eliza

~Later that night~

Erik took us to a restaurant. I couldn't tell you the name because I can't pronounce it. But the food was amazing. I'm really going to miss Dortmund.

We haven't told Kat yet, and I'm nervous. I know we should tell her, because I'm leaving in two weeks.

"Alles andere, Herr Durm?" The waiter comes.

Erik looks at me and translates, because Kathrin already knows German.

"Do you want anything else?" Erik asks me.

I shake my head. "No. I'm good, thanks."

Erik looks back at the waiter. "Nein Danke. Kann ich den Scheck bekommen, bitte?

The only thing I understood was "No thank you." "I" and "please."

The waiter nods. "Na sicher."

He walks away and I turn to Erik. "I think we should tell her now."

Erik nods and sighs. "Kathrin, can you come here?" He pats his leg and Kathrin sits on it.

"What's wrong? Was I a bad girl?"

I shake my head. "No, you were a good girl. You're always a good girl. We just have to tell you something." I take my glass of water, taking a sip.

Her eyes light up. "Am I having a baby sister or brother?!"

I nearly choke on my water, and Erik can't stop laughing.

"No. Not yet, at least." Erik smirks.

I slap Erik. "No, sweetie. You're not having a little brother or sister. Maybe someday."

"Alright." She says.

"I'm leaving, Kathrin." I say.

"What?"

"I'm leaving, but not today or tomorrow. I'm leaving in two weeks. Dos semanas." I say.

"W-what? Why?"

"I start school soon. I'll come back and visit when I can."

"And we'll go and visit her in America." Erik says.

"And we can talk over the phone all the time. And Skype and FaceTime, too. We'll see each other again, I promise. Okay?"

She nods. "I'm gonna miss you."

I wipe my eyes to keep the tears from falling. I take a shaky breath. I don't leave for another two weeks, why is this so hard?

"I know, baby, I know. I'm going to miss you, too." She hops off Erik's leg and sits on mine. She wraps her tiny arms around me and I hold her close to me.

The waiter comes and Erik pays.

"Are you ready to leave?" Erik says.

I nod. I wipe away some tears and get up, Kathrin still in my arms. There's paparazzi outside, but I don't pay attention to them. Erik holds my hand, guiding me past them.

Flashes here and there. Some even try to pull me back. My grip on Kathrin tightens. I don't want anything happening to her, she's my daughter, even if a stupid paper doesn't state it. I feel a connection with her, and my heart tells me to protect her. And I will. Even when we're miles apart.