A/N~This was requested by marvelfanatic250, I hope you and everyone else likes it.

TW~Injury, swearing.

Y/N's POV

Today is a really big day for Chris, as this is his final game with his current football team, and then he'll be promoted into a bigger league. Me, Nick and Matt are so happy for him, especially mine and his son Grayson, who is turning 5 today.

Chris is already at the pitch training and me, Grayson, Nick and Matt are getting ready to go, making food and charging the vlogging cameras.

"Grayson, wake up buddy." I kneel by his bed, gently rubbing his shoulder. The toddler stirs and uses his little fists to rub his eyes.

"Mama." He mumbles, still half asleep, reaching out for me.

"Come on my little prince." You pick him up, sitting him on your hip, as he's still wrapped in a blanket, little arms wrapped around my neck as he coos and yawns.

"Gonna get ready to see daddy play football yeah?" He nods into my neck, I know he's excited but he's also tired.

I get him changed into some sweatpants and a toddler version of Chris' jersey, then I put on some ripped jeans and his spare jersey that he gave to me.

I help Grayson with his hair and teeth, then I do the same and my skincare, before carrying him downstairs, where Matt and Nick are putting the snacks and drinks in a bag.

"Aw, look who we have here." Matt says, Grayson reaching for him, causing Matt to laugh and take him into his arms, tickling his tummy, making him giggle loudly, becoming more alert and awake.

Me and Nick finish packing the bag up, putting the food, chargers, cameras, drinks and one of Grayson's toys inside, then Nick puts it in the backseat of the car.

I climb into the backseat, helping Matt to buckle Grayson into his car seat.

"All ready to go buddy?" Nick asks from his seat in the passenger side, as Grayson nods cuddling his stuffie.

Time Skip

When we arrive at the football pitch, I put Grayson on my hip, as Nick takes the bag and Matt sets the camera up.

We find our seats in the family/special guest stand, where we're close to the players and staff of their football teams. Grayson happily climbs onto my lap with Nick next to me and Matt next to him.

"How excited are we guys?" Matt asks, holding the handheld part of the small tripod, showing us in our seats.

"Daddy is gonna win!" Grayson exclaims, then happily munches on his sandwich.

"Hell yeah he is and he'll be upgraded to a better team, we're so proud of him!" Nick says, with the same level of enthusiasm and excitement in his voice.

Just then, the players come out of the tunnel and start some training and warm ups before the match.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Grayson shouts, standing in my lap, each foot on my thighs as I hold his small body.

Chris turns to the stands and waves to us, beckoning Grayson down, so I put him on the steps next to us and he rushes down, flying into Chris' arms.

Chris picks him up and sets him on his hip, tickling his tummy causing the toddler to squeal and push him away.

The other players ruffle his hair, since he's a little favourite in the team and the next thing I know, he's warming up and practicing with the team, kicking a football around aimlessly, giggling to himself.

After around another fifteen minutes, training comes to and end and Chris carries Grayson over to me, Nick and Matt.

"You've either tired him out or made him hyper Chris." I state, as he sets Grayson in my lap, our son in a neutral mindset for now, so hopefully he stays that way.

"Well that's either a good or bad thing, enjoy it baby." He replies a smug look on his face before he smirks, then leans down and kisses me.

"Okay, good luck!" I say, Nick and Matt saying the same as well before Chris leaves and joins the team.

Grayson sits comfortably in my lap, his head on my arm, it seems as though Chris has tired him out, but it won't be long until he's hyper if the team scores.

Time Skip

The game has been going on for around eighty five minutes now, nearing the end of the game, with no team scoring yet, it seems both teams are playing rough, both wanting to win the championship, and Chris has been giving it his all, with Grayson sleepily cheering him on.

At half time, which was at forty five minutes in, Chris came over again and had some cuddles with Grayson, talking to us as well as we give him some of our views of the game, before going to the pitch again.

Now, Chris has the ball and is making a good run to the other end of the pitch where he needs to score, then the player who is marking him, shoves him to the floor, causing the referee to blow the whistle and award our team a penalty.

I'm worried though, as Chris winces when he gets up, holding his chest a bit.

"Is he okay?" I ask, noticing that Matt and Nick had both taken in his wince of pain.

"I don't know, maybe winded?" Nick replies, making me nod, surely he's just a bit winded.

"Oh, Grayson look, daddy is taking the penalty." I rub his back a little, as he sits up, suddenly now aware and hyper. Toddlers are a mystery.

Chris runs up and kicks the ball, causing it to fly into the top left corner as the opposing team's goalkeeper goes to the right, missing the ball completely.

The crowd jumps up and cheers, Grayson shouting some babbled nonsense, wanting me to put him on my shoulders, which I comply to, the three year old still bouncing with this newfound energy.

However, in the midst of all the chaos and cheering, I see Chris still struggling with the pain, taking some deep breaths.

The referee blows the whistle again, signalling the end of the match, Grayson climbing off of my shoulders and running straight to Chris, jumping into his arms, making him wince again, but hide it so that he doesn't worry Grayson.

"Daddy! That was so cool! You just kicked at it and BOOM!" Grayson says, giggling and acting out his account of what happened.

"Chris, are you okay?" I ask, kissing his cheek, gently taking Grayson into my arms.

"Yeah, I'm okay baby, just a little winded." He says, but I can see right though him, the lack of eye contact and smoothing out his jersey.

"Chris-" I'm cut off by his coach telling them and the players to lift the champions cup, which they go and do, Chris yet again, wincing again as he lifts the trophy for the team.

The next ten minutes are spent with people taking photos, some interviews from the local news reporters and talking with the coach.

As we sit in the car on the way home, Chris is really struggling with the pain, he doesn't really join in with conversations.

"Chris, let's get you to the doctors or hospital okay? Just to be safe." I think at this point, Chris knows that he can't hide the pain anymore, so he nods, Grayson holding his hand from his car seat.

Matt parks at the hospital, letting me and Chris get out of the car.

"Take Grayson home with you two, okay? There's no point all of us being crammed in a room with a restless toddler. I'll send you updates." Nick nods, agreeing with my statement and we say goodbye to them, as they leave.

Time Skip

After about 5 hours in the hospital, the doctor reviews the x-rays and comes to the conclusion that Chris had broken 2 ribs on the impact of the tackle.

"So, Chris, you'll need rest, breathing exercises and you have to put ice on them around 2 to 3 times a day. No physical exercise for at least a month." The doctor states, giving him some pain medication too.

"Okay, thanks." He replies and soon enough we're back home.

"Daddy!" Grayson shouts, running up to him, but I catch him, tickling him.

"Nuh-uh mister, daddy has some broken ribs, no big cuddles." I warn, as he giggles and squirms in my arms.

Matt and Nick help Chris to the couch, putting some ice on his ribs.

"Ah shit, that hurts!" Chris exclaims, making me cover Grayson's ears.

"Daddy said a bad word!" Grayson laughs, sitting beside Chris and hugging his legs, making Chris laugh sheepishly and ruffle his son's hair.

We all sit by Chris making sure he's okay, even though he makes the occasional wince or complaint, we know he'll be back to football in no time, winning more trophies and becoming the best footballer out there.