A/N: So since I'm a nice person and hate to leave people grieving, this chapter is for everyone who read blue's prelude, a new ShubSara book I published! Here's a balm to the wounds! [ We don't talk abt the fact that the chapter was published much later, my wattpad was acting up and I couldn't save this chapter for two days ] Happy reading <3
P.S. It's a very short chapter

May 2028 Olympics, 5 months pregnant

" There comes a leg-spin from Pat Cummins! Gill hits it! A long, beautiful six across the stadium! There it goes! This game was gone! Nearly over! He's brought it back! Shubman Gill ladies and gentlemen, Shubman Gill! The Indian Skipper has successfully led the team to victory! India creates history in Olympics! India wins!"

Sara broke into a wide grin as she stood up, and the stadium broke into applauds, cheers and hoots.

The Indian team rushed into the field, with all cheers for the captain.

The men in yellow, undeniably disappointed, hung their heads low.

While the boys were busy celebrating, Shubman's gaze searched the crowd and he broke into a wide smile as he finally spotted his wife.

With childlike delight in his eyes he waved excitedly as he ran over to her as swept her into his arms.

" We did it Sara! We won! We won the Olympics!"

" We did. And I'm so so proud of you." She said pulling slightly away as she brushed her nose against his and he chuckled, tearing up.

He called it no coincidence when he heard The Alchemy play, he knew far too well it was for them, he could already see all those reels and edits on them too.

" Bacche bade ho gaye Ro! Bacche bade ho gaye!" Virat's voice dramatically cut in through their moments and Rohit smacked him.

" Baccho ke bacche hone vale hai Vi! Ab woh bacche nahi rahe! Kamse kam ab toh unhe akela chhod de!"

" Boys, seriously?" Anushka and Ritika stared at their husbands in disappointment who exchanged sheepish glances and scurried out of the place before they could receive a chide.

" We're so sorry for the interruption, we'll leave you two alone! Have your moment lovebirds!" They winked at the flustered couple and walked away.

He turned back to her with a grin.
" So where exactly was I?"

" A little away from me please. Or I'm about to get sick and throw up again."

Shubman gave her a sheepish smile.

Nausea had been a frequent visitor for Sara in the past two weeks, and that was something she hated about being pregnant.

" I'm sorry."

" Don't be." She shook her head with a smile.

" Well I should be, I'm the reason why you are in the state you are." He gave her an unabashed grin and she smacked him.

" You're so incorrigible."

" You like it." He shrugged at her, that grin never faltering and she sighed, but did not deny it.

" Oye Shubi! Aaja yaar, bula rahe hai player of the match keliye!" The two turned around to see Ishan and he gave a nod.

" Give me two minutes!"

" Tere do minute mein maggie bhi ban jaayegi! You've all the time in the world to spend with her later! Aaja bhai! Dass minute se dhund raha hoon tujhe."

He sighed, turning back to Sara.

" Where's Aditi? Someone get her or he'll keep interrupting us." He whined and she chuckled.

" She's gone to the washroom. You think Adi's gonna miss watching her man on field play for India after all those opportunities that he was stripped off? No way! Go go! You're the Captain darling, you anyway need to go." She planted a quick peck on his cheek and he let out a contended sigh.

" Alright! I'm gonna be back real soon! Bye!" He kissed her before walking away.

" And we've with us the player of the match, the Indian skipper—Shubman Gill!"

The cheers and hoots echoed yet again alongside the applause.

Once they were done with the reward price, Shubman was handed over a mic.

" Spectacular game right there Shubman! You were exceptional on field today, should I consider it you simply being in your best form or does this include someone too?"

He burst into laughter at that question, craters forming on his cheeks, his eyes crinkling with genuine, sheer joy.

" You can consider both!" He quipped, his voice laced with a playful lilt.
" Well honestly it's always great having your wife out there watching you play, it's a feeling I can't really describe."

" Certainly, certainly!"

As Harbhajan continued, Shubman could almost envision all those edits over whatever he said, and it made him happy.

No more hiding.

He just hoped no one would spread unnecessary hate over his statement.

Once he was done with everything, even the post match conference, he rushed towards Sara yet again.

" Mr.Gill?" She murmured with a smile

" Ji Mrs Gill?" His voice came out muffled, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

" You're supposed to be inside right now. Not with me."

" Yaar I'm never taking up captaincy again! They don't even let me spend time with my wife and baby! Manhoos log!"

She giggled at that.
" Well imagine how Rohit Bhaiya and Virat Bhaiya did it then."

" It's sheer torture." He whined.

" SHUBIIII!" His teammates' voices echoed in sync and he groaned.

" MAINE SABKO MAAR DAALNA HAI, KATT LO YAHA SE! DO MINUTE KA SUKOON BHI NAHI DETE! KAMEENE!"

" Dekho dekho, pregnant Bhabhi hai aur mood swings inko ho rahe hai." Tilak pointed out and the boys began hollering.

" Arey Tillu! Tu nahi samjhega! Isse saccha pyaar kehte hai!" Ishan said dramatically and Aditi arched a brow at him.

" Kya matlab?" She asked, her voice dangerously soft and he gulped.

" K-kuch nahi! Tilak! Besharam! Tu single hai! Tujhe kuch nahi samjhega! Jao jao unko akela chhodo!"

Tilak gasped dramatically.
" Matlab hypocrisy ki bhi hadd hoti hai! Mujh jaise bechare ko junior hoon isiliye bully kar rahe ho? I'm going to complaint to Ro bhai! BHAIYA!" Tilak turned away on his heel and Ishan's eyes widened, and as a result, everyone rushed after them, leaving Shubman and Sara alone yet again as she laughed at the mayhem that broke out, and he stared at with a fond smile grazing his lips, just like the good old times.