Rudie rarely insisted on bringing you along to his morning training sessions with FC Amsterdam. He usually preferred leaving you to enjoy your own free time while he spent hours on the pitch.

But today was different. From the moment he woke up, he had been unusually clingy—practically refusing to leave the house without you.

"Don't look at me like that... I need you there today, alright? I can't focus on the pitch. Just come with me. Please, liefje?" He pressed you softly against his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

He let out a soft, frustrated huff against your skin, practically whining as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.