"So, when do they want to et for the signing process?" The goalkeeper asked as he slowly made his way into the house.
"Well, your schedule is sort of already tight until your match against Supre so I set up dates for days you might be free next week after the ga, I already sent them to you, just have a look and pick one so that I can get back to them," Clark explained as his voice resounded through the phone's speaker.
"Oh, I see. Alright, then, I'll pick the one that suits best."
"Great."
"So, how are we going to go there? Are you going to head over there a day before or are we going to go together?" He asked before slowly sitting down on the couch.
"Well, I'm going to be here for the Audiz derby so we're definitely going to go together."
"Oh, you've been coming ho quite a lot recently you know."
"I knew you were going to say that."
"Is there sothing you're not telling about?" The goalkeeper asked.
"Sothing like what?"
"I don't know, you're the one who should know." He replied with a shrug.
"Well, there hasn't been much for to do over here recently so I figured that I should start coming ho a little more frequently."
"Oh."
"But seriously, Dave, you guys should make sure you win that match and not just a normal win, I want you guys to crush them so I can rub it on my reporter girlfriend's face."
"Yeah, she must have done sothing to you."
"She's been sending match highlights of Unique FC getting destroyed by Supre United in the past and that was just after I sent her a single ssage." Clark expressed.
That professionalism in his voice was gone now, this was now a chat between best friends.
"And let guess, you said we were going to crush them."
"Precisely and I haven't heard the end of it since that day. You guys have to win that match or this might get worse."
"I think you should try talking to Mateo because I am only a goalkeeper whose only job is to stop shots," Dave uttered with a little chuckle escaping in between his words.
"Are you kidding , bro? You scored that equalizer against Dynamo FC and you also did it against Spree City, I know you're just joking."
"Yeah, but still you should try talking to Mateo instead if you're looking for soone to coerce into winning the match." The goalkeeper remarked sarcastically.
"I already did and if you guys end up losing that match, I won't forgive any of you." He threatened.
"Well, we don't have any intention of losing. As long as you're there to cheer us on, we'll pull through, we also beat them in our first eting this season anyway," Dave assured him.
"Yeah, and you guys have been in superb form lately, Supre United's defense has been a little shaky when bombarded with pressure so maybe you guys can take advantage of that." Clark expressed with a serious tone this ti. "Anyway, I have to go now, take care and tell Emma I said hi, bye."
"Bye," Dave said before he ended the call from the other side.
"Was that Clark?"
As soon as he heard that voice, he quickly turned around to find Emma standing in the dining area.
She was still in the black robe she went to bed in last night and her stomach seed to have gotten quite bigger, big enough for anyone to know that she was a pregnant woman from a good distance but it still wasn't there yet.
"Yeah, we were talking about the possible endorsent deal he told about last night." He replied.
"Oh, so you'll be making a trip to Wiesbaden soon?"
"Yeah, next week after the Audiz derby." He replied with a nod.
"Oh, I…oooow." She suddenly groaned before slowly sitting down on the seat behind her.
"Huh? What happened?" Dave asked before suddenly springing up from the couch with a confused expression on his face.
"I think he just kicked ." She squeaked with her hands on her stomach.
The look on her face said a lot about how painful that felt for her but Devon had to suddenly pause after hearing her say that.
"And I thought it was sothing serious." He sighed.
"How does this not look serious to you?"
"The only thing serious about this is the fact that my son is going to beco a great footballer, he's already having training sessions in his mother's stomach, I'm already so proud." He sniffled before putting his finger on his eye to wipe out imaginary tears.
"You can't be serious." Emma couldn't help but let out a little chuckle. "Yeah, he might end up becoming a great footballer though but I wish he wouldn't have practice sessions so often."
"Don't listen to her boy, have as many practice sessions as possible."
"Owww!"
It was just as if the unborn child was listening to their conversation because that was in sync.
"You know what, Devon, maybe you shouldn't have practice sessions so often." He muttered before scrunching up his eyes.
"Do you know what I wish for the most right now?" Emma asked before slowly raising her gaze to look at him and the expression on her face wasn't a nice one.
"With that look on your face, I don't want to find out." He replied before shaking his head.
"Well, you will because I just wish there was a way to transfer him to your pitch, I'm sure he would love it."
"Yeah, sothing crazy, too bad I don't have a pitch for training but I still wouldn't want that." He replied before slowly making his way to her.
"Hmph."
"You're scoffing at now?" He muttered before letting out a sigh. "Okay, fine, let try to convince Devon to stop his practice sessions for now." He added before squatting down in front of her.
"That's already too late." She pouted.
"Huh?"
"The pitch has already taken considerable damage from reckless actions and will take so ti to be repaired so you'll be the one making breakfast today."
"I should have seen that coming."
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