Fandom: German National team
Pairing: Klinsmann/Loew, Matthaeus/Klinsmann
Disclaimer: I still don't know people mentioned in this story and I still hope it isn't true. The plot is still only my fantasy
Summary: Three phone calls
Author's notes, previous chapters and music here
Timeline for the series is here
Close your eyes for a second.
- Jogi? Are we ready to go?
- Just a minute, love. I have to make one more call.
Who is he talking with? Is it this man he…
Order yourself to stop thinking about it.
- Almost ready, love.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Hold your breath. Hope that he doesn’t know this number.
Drown in the sound of his voice. Feel warm for a second.
Press the button. Pray that he won’t call back to ask who it was. Wish that he will.
- Lothar, we’ll be late!
- I’m coming.
Curse the phone for staying silent.
Curse yourself for being a fool.
Scroll through the contacts list. Find the name.
Smile a bit wistfully.
Dial a different number.
- Morning.- Pause. - Be my Valentine?
- Ah, Jürgen…
Enter the bedroom. Smile at your wife lying in bed, still half asleep, smiling back at you with surprise and joy, phone in her hand.
- Yes, Jürgen. Be my Valentine?
Laugh happily instead of answering. Sit down on the edge of the bed. Feel her hands on your shoulders.
Kiss the one you love.