It was four years after that he was seeing you again, outside of the stadium where he’d just played in a match. He was still sweaty, but when he spotted you in the crowd, he knew he had to talk to you.

He’d managed to find you before you left (and you’d been walking suspiciously fast) and his eyes had darted around you, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone.

“Oh, you’re.. here alone?” He blurted out without realizing.

You’d been pregnant when he last saw you. Where was the kid?