Leroy's POV

"Sané is so useless!"
"Kick this piece of shit out of Germany, he doesn't belong here anyway!"
"Why is Sané playing for Germany? He better should play in Africa where he belongs."
"This n**** is so fucking useless I hope somebody kills him and his children"

I read those and so many similar comments as I open Instagram. And they hurt me a lot. I mean... I get why they are mad, I know damn well that I fucked up. I wasn't great throughout the European Championship and yesterday I first did not score from three meters away from the goal and then I caused a penalty for England. I really get that they're angry, really. But those comments... Germany is my home country. I was born here and I grew up here. I am a German just like the others but whenever I fuck up they won't see me as German and they write those nasty comments. And it breaks my heart every single time, especially because of my children. The twins are only a year old but I already know that they will have to endure the same when they're older. It's so sad that the world didn't change at all during the last 24 years. And it's such a bad feeling to read comments where people wish for my babies' death. How can people be so bad? Writing those things about me is already disgusting but about my one year olds? That's so.... I can't even put it in words how much it hurts. At least I'll see my girlfriend Veronica and our children in an hour.

Veronica's POV

Whilst I'm making dinner I can't stop thinking about all the comments under Leroy's and the DFB team's last Instagram posts. The way the people treat Leroy is so disgusting. He's such a great player and everybody knows what he can do but they seem to forget whenever he doesn't play great. They're writing so many mean things and I can't imagine how he must feel. But the people insulting him isn't even the worst thing. Some of them write about wishing for our children's death and that is really hurting me. They just turned one and having people wrote such nasty things hurts my heart. They're my babies and if anyone hurt them I'd kill that person.
As I hear Leroy open the door I trun the cooker down and leave the kitchen. As I enter the corridor Leroy is closing the door behind him and his suitcase. His eyes are red and swollen, he must've been crying pretty much constantly. I walk towards him and without saying anything pill him in a tight hug. My boyfriend wraps his arms around me, digging his fingers in my body, and then starts crying upon my shoulder. I stroke over his back with one hand and massage his scalp with the other one, trying to comfort him. "I f-fucked up and we-we're kicked out just because of me. I'm a l-l-loser. And worthless. ", he sobbs against my neck. I feather a kiss on the side of his head and whisper: "That's not true, Leroy. It might have not been the best match of your life but there were eleven players on pitch. None of the others scored. Nobody even tried to stop Rashford, you did it. That you were a little late is unlucky but if you had done nothing he would've scored anyway. You did your best and I am incredibly proud of you. Leroy, you're a fantastic player. Don't let this match and the nasty comments drag you down. You are so fucking good and you'll show them in the next matches. And you're not only fantastic on pitch but also off pitch. You're the best man I've ever got to know. You're so loving and intelligent and good humoured and gorgeous, you're just wonderful. And you're the best father for Sairah and Liam I could ever imagine. You are perfect, Leroy. Really. And I and our children, we love you so unbelievably much. And our love is what is important. All those people on social media... They're just nasty assholes and their opinion is worthless. You are perfect. 100% perfect." Leroy even holds onto me tighter now and cries a little louder which really breaks my heart. Seeing and hearing him that broken is the worst feeling in the world.
Whilst Leroy still cries I slowly pull him with me until we arrive in the living room. I tell him to sit down and then get some food. I made tagliatelle bolognese which is one of his favourite dishes. I hand him one portion and we both eat without talking, he still sobs at times but doesn't say a word. As I'm done eating I put my plate aside and wrap my arms around Leroy again whilst he also finishes. He leans against my as he's done and I pull him closer again. "Are you feeling better?", I quietly ask a few minutes later. He sobs but then nods before saying: "A little. But it still hurts. Especially those comments where they wish for Sairah's and Liam's death. Those comments drive me crazy. I mean... They're babies. Just babies. And it's not their fault that they have a loser like me as their father. Why do people have to target them?" which makes him start to cry again. "I don't get that either. But I'll see how much I can find out about them and I'll report as many as them as possible to the police, that's serious. And Leroy. You are not a loser. And Sairah and Liam and I, we're all so happy that you are their father. You're the world's best dad. ", I answer whilst feathering a kiss on his lips. Leroy presses himself even closer against me and connects our lips for the first real kiss today. As our lips meet I try to put as much love and support as possible into the kiss, I wanna show him that I mean what I've said. Our lips move in perfect sync, softly yet intense, and Leroy clearly relaxes. We kiss for a few minutes, then he asks: "Can I see Sairah and Liam? I know they're sleeping but I just have to hold them for a moment." I smile, kiss him again and then say: "Of course, wait here, imma get them here." I leave the room and quietly enter Sairah's room first. I carefully take my sleeping daughter out of her bed. I return to the living room and hand her to my boyfriend before also getting Liam. Together Leroy and I sit on the sofa, holding our children whilst sitting very close. I happily watch Leroy and Sairah. They have such a cute, special father daughter relationship. And they look so fucking cute right now. Our daughter is grabbing Leroy's shirt with her little hand and sleeps peacefully whilst he softly strokes over her black hair. She really is a perfect little copy of him. After few minutes we switch our children and whilst holding my little girl I watch my two boys. Liam is a perfect mixture of Leroy and me, he has his father's skin, hair and ears but he got his eyes, nose and mouth from me. Our two children are perfect and I'm so happy and proud that Leroy, the man of my dreams, and I have this little family.
After some minutes we return our children to their rooms. "What do you think about taking a nice, hot shower together?", I ask my boyfriend right after having closed the door of Sairah's bedroom. He agrees and hand in hand we walk to the bathroom. Having arrived there we start kissing again, this time it's more intense and sloppy but it still feels wonderful. Meanwhile I pull Leroy's shirt over his head. I drop it and then place my hands on his warm, muscular chest. I stroke over it with my hand palms, then my hands move down and I follow the lines of his defined six pack with my fingertips. They softly brush over his soft skin and Leroy slightly moans into my mouth. He's really sensitive there and so he also gets goosebumps from my touch. I stroke over his body for a few minutes but then he interrupts me by taking off my summer dress. At the same time I slide down his pants and so were both waring nothing but our underpants. Leroy strokes over my shoulders down to my boobs. Whilst he starts massaging them softly he also kisses his way down to my neck where he softly sucks on my soft spot. "Mhhhhhh, Leroy.", I moan in soft voice, making him smirk against my neck. He sucks on my soft spot until a hickey appears, then he even kisses further down. With both his fingers and his mouth he gives my boobs a treat and I can't hold my groans back anymore. His tongue swirls around one of my nipples and his hands still massage my boobs. It's such a great feeling but I also want to please him and so I stroke along his v-lines until I arrive at his boxers where I can already see a rather big buldge. I stroke over it and happily listen to the loud groan coming out of Leroy's mouth. "Let's take those underpants off and get in the shower. Imma give you a little treat there.", I whisper in his est and half a minute later we're entering the shower together. Leroy turns on the water and then pulls me close to kiss me again. I return the kiss, putting my tongue down his throat, but also smile into the kiss as his dick head touches my belly. Whilst we still kiss I gently grab his cock and start moving my hand up and down at slow pace. "Fuck.", Leroy groans into my mouth which makes me smile once again. I keep moving my hand whilst my lips leave his and I kiss down his neck, chest and abs until I arrive at his dick. I'm on my knees now and so it's right in front of my face. I look Leroy in the eyes and then feather a kiss on his tip before putting my lips around it, sucking softly and flicking my tongue over it. Leroy now starts moaning constantly and buries one hand in my hair whilst putting the other one against the wall. I start moving my head back and forth now and use my tongue more. It plays with his tip and shaft with soft pressure. Leroy clearly appreciates what I'm doing, his groans are really loud and after a few minutes only I feel his precum on my tongue. I swallow it and want to keep going but Leroy pulls me onto my feet. "I'd rather finish the shower and then really feel you.", he explains and I agree. We finish the shower and then move to our bedroom where we kiss again whilst touching each other. Then Leroy gets a condom out of the night table, since I'm still nursing our babies I don't want to use hormones and so we are using condoms right now.
Anyway, he gets one and puts it on, then he crawls over me and slowly slides in. We both loudly moan into each others mouth. Damn, I've really missed feeling him inside of me. I'm completely filled and as Leroy starts moving slowly his dick touches my most sensitive spots with every stroke. It's so damn intense and we're so fucking close right now, putting all our emotion into it which also makes it really intimate. It's not just sex, it's pure emotion. I can feel Leroy's disappointment and sadness and try to show him how much I love and support him. And love definitely is the strongest feeling. I feel so much of it, the feeling maybe even is more intense than ever before.
Again and again Leroy thrusts into me, getting really deep, and we both constantly moan. As he also starts rubbing my clit he sends me to heaven and I am coming, grabbing the bedsheets with one hand and digging the fingers of my other hand in his back. My tightening insides tip Leroy over the edge as well and he fills the condom with his juice.
After a few minutes that we spend kissing he takes the condom off and throws it away, then he comes back to bed and I pull him onto my chest where he falls asleep quite fast whilst I stroke along the lines of his tattoo.