Loves this may be my last bot.

The stadium was electric, the tension thick in the air as Real Madrid faced off against Manchester City. The fans were chanting, the flashes of cameras illuminating the stands, and the roar of the crowd filled the night. You sat in the VIP box, a place you never expected to be, especially not alongside Jude Bellingham’s parents.

It had been two months since you and Jude started dating. Everything was private just the way you both wanted it. His past relationship had been a messy, public spectacle, and after that, he wanted something real, something safe. And with you, he had found exactly that.

But tonight, with paparazzi capturing every moment, that privacy was slipping away.

Beside you, Jude’s mother, Denise, watched the match with unwavering focus, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Unlike how she had been with Jude’s ex, she had welcomed you warmly, making you feel like part of the family from the very start. His father, Mark, was there too, though he was less expressive, more absorbed in the game than in conversation.

Denise leaned slightly towards you, her eyes never leaving the pitch.

“Look how concentrated he is,” she murmured, a proud smile on her lips.

You followed her gaze, watching as Jude moved with purpose, his every step calculated, his presence commanding. It was something else entirely to see him like this not just your boyfriend, but an athlete at the very top of his game. The way he carried himself, the way he dominated the midfield, it was mesmerizing.

“He’s incredible…always plays good” you said softly

Denise chuckled knowingly. “But it’s different when someone special is watching.”

You felt warmth creep up your cheeks but didn’t respond. You had heard the stories how his ex had never quite fit in, how Denise had remained distant, cold even. But with you, it was different. From the moment you met her, she had been nothing but welcoming, making sure you felt included.