4 Works in Zlatan Ibrahimović/Helena Seger
''You know he's going to pull through right? He's far too strong to leave us behind,''
''So? Our mom was strong too uncle Max and she didn't make it either,''
''But he will, I promise,''
''You can't promise us that,''
''Oh yes I can and I will. Your father will overcome this, I assure you. And until he does, I'll take care of you,''
Ibra likes the girl or just wants revenge on his wife.
Una telefonata nel cuore della notte, una vita che cambia per sempre. O forse più di una sola, forse la sua e tutte quelle ad essa connesse, perché ad ogni azione corrisponde una reazione, anche se l'azione non era nemmeno voluta. E questo José lo sa bene.
“Come on,” Helena says. Zlatan turns his head just far enough to see that she’s dressed and all made up, just putting in her earrings; she looks sexy as fuck but he buries his face back into the pillow anyways. “Get up. I have to get to work and someone needs to take the boys to school.” Post-retirement Zlatan fic.