Chapter One
So, here's my first GF fanfic, I've been off for several weeks and decided, hey, why not? Reviews and critique are always welcome :)
Mana-Ice looked out at the crystal clear sky; everything in her life was going great. She had a faithful, loving husband, great friends, she lived on a beautiful planet and the Akillian team would be playing to compete in the final 16 in Genesis Stadium today. However, something was missing. It hurt Mana-Ice to see several of her friends ready to bring new life in to the world any day now. Mana-Ice and Zain had been trying for so long. Mana-Ice was beginning to have doubts about her ability to have children; no matter how many times he tried to assure her, she couldn't help but blame herself. As she was about to get up to prepare lunch, the ground began to shake, knocking her back on to the chair. Looking out the window, her heart dropped. Blasts of ice covered Akillian, her home town, right in front of her very eyes. Turning to call Zain, her body suddenly went limp and cold. She tried to raise herself up by her elbows, falling flat to the ground again. Feeling every cell in her body freeze, she let out a whimper.
'Z-Zain?' was all she managed before her vision blackened.
It had been almost a year since she left Akillian with her husband, still unaware of her situation. Almost a year since Zain had taken up his position in the city of Cordale, a city in which many important political figures come to live and work. It had been several days since the birth of her son. She couldn't help but smile at every twitch of his tiny fingers, every time she looked in to those big, beautiful eyes, every time he blew small bubbles from the corner of his tiny mouth. He was her angel, and that wasn't going to change.
'Is he up?' Mana-Ice jumped out of her trance when she heard this. She wasn't expecting to see her husband today; after all, he was a very busy man.
'Yes, he just woke up,' she replied, bouncing her tiny bundle of joy, beaming with joy. How could something so small bring her so much joy?
'If only he would sleep at night,' he was now stroking the child's soft, raven coloured hair. Although he was exhausted, due to working most of the day and the night spent hearing the needy screams of his son, he couldn't help but take his son in his arms and cradle him. He wished so much that he could spend more time with the newborn, but these small moments would do for now, 'did you dress him in an Akillian jersey?'
Mana-Ice was slightly confused, 'yes, why?'
'I thought the Akillian team was finished…'
'Well, yes, but just look how cute he is!' She gently held and shook the tiny boy's hands, giggling to herself slightly.
'Honey, you know how I feel about football.' He sighed and handed the child back to his wife 'find him something else to wear.'
'Zain, grow up, it's just a jersey! Besides, maybe if we return to Akillian, he may-'
'Mana, please!' He was starting to get tired of her obsession with the Akillian team 'The Akillians are finished; they're in the past. I don't want my son to pursue dreams that will never happen. There will never be a successful team from Akillian again!' Just thinking of her irrational obsession concerning this matter, 'I'm going to bed. Goodnight.'
These arguments were becoming increasingly common, though she just shook them off, thinking nothing of them. As she watched him walk away, she looked at her son. He was the spitting image of him. She allowed him to grasp her finger. When she was pregnant with him, she swore that he would be a great footballer, especially with the numerous nights she was disturbed from her slumber because of the tiny, developing feet attacking her womb. Snapping out of her gaze, she saw that he had drifted off again in her arms. The corner of her lips curved into a gentle smile. He was her baby. The one who could make her smile in the worst circumstances. Her Micro-Ice.