Half a year is already over again after we celebrated Christmas together. We still live apart, he in Dortmund and me in London.

But this time he kept his promise and called me everyday at least once.

He asks me everyday if I still want to marry him and I tell him every time that I still want to.

Today is the day we see us again. The season is over now and we go on holiday together.

We fly to the Maldives for 7 days. Then Jude goes to the World Cup. It's in France this year but I'm going to accompany him because I don't have anything to do the next few weeks anyway. 

My modelling agency is moving to Manchester, which means I'll be moving there soon.

Jude hasn't decided which club he wants to join yet. He says he wants to wait until the World Cup is over.

He should actually be arriving here with me any second so that we can fly together.

We have also finally found a date for our wedding. It's the first of September.

The funny thing about the whole thing is that no one actually knows that we are together at all. We've never been seen together and if there was any speculation as to whether either of us had a partner, we were never put in touch with each other.

Just now, at this very second, the doorbell rings.

I open the door and when I see him I automatically start to cry.

"Don't cry, please," he says and hugs me.

"I haven't seen you for six months. I'm allowed to cry now," I reply.

He breaks away from the hug and looks me in the eye. Then he wipes away my tears with his thumb.

"You still want to marry me, don't you?" he asks again.

I really don't know why he asks me that every day.

"Of course. And you can finally stop asking me that every day. My mind will never change again. I love you, always," I say.

He says nothing, but just smiles.

"Okay. Let's go," I say and pull my suitcase out of the flat with me.

This is the last time I will see this flat here. It's already sold. I won't be coming back here again.

The weeks fly by far too quickly. In the meantime we are already in France. England has already made it to the semi-finals, which take place tonight.

I'm more excited than Jude and he laughs at me all the time because of it.

"Some teammates are coming over, is that okay with you?" he asks me. I've told him many times that I don't have a problem with his friends coming over, but for some reason they've never been here before.

A few minutes later there is a knock on the door.

I greet everyone who comes in with a friendly hello.

They then all introduce themselves.

So here I have Declan Rice, Bukayo Saka, Jadon Sancho, Jesse Lingard and Marcus Rashford standing in front of me.

I already know Jadon a little bit. I've never met him, but Jude has told me 100 times that they once played together at Dortmund and that they were like brothers until he left for Manchester United.

"So this is the woman Jude talks about all day," Jadon says, holding out his hand in greeting."Seems so," I reply and shake his hand.

"Nice to finally meet you," he says again and the boys then go out onto the balcony to discuss something.

An hour later they all leave, including Jude, because they are going to the stadium.

I'm still excited, even though I know they're going to win anyway.

And I was right. They won.

I watched every game, not in Stadium, but I watched them.

"But you're coming today, aren't you? You have to see me score the winning goal," he says, a bit jokingly.

"I'll do my best," I say and run to the toilet a few seconds later to throw up.

"Do you want me to stay with you?" he asks as he touches my hair.

"You're worse today than all the days before combined," he says again.

"No. Are you stupid? Never in your life will you miss the World Cup final against France because of me," I say in a serious tone.

"You're playing and there's no disscusion," I say again and get up from the toilet.

"But I feel bad leaving you here alone when I don't know that you'll feel better," he says again."Jude, I said there is no discussion. You play and that's it. I can go to a doctor if it will calm you down," I suggest and look at him.

"Okay, but I want you to call me the minute you're done. I don't care if I'm in the middle of the game, okay?"

"Okay," I reply and he gives me a kiss on the forehead.

"I'll see you again as world champion," I call after him. He looks at me again, smiles, then takes his things and walks out of the hotel room.

A little later I make my way to the doctor. Maybe I'll be lucky and make it to the game after all.

I tell the doctor exactly what I have and he starts to examine me.

"Congratulations. You are pregnant. It's still very early, only the fifth week," the doctor says and I'm speechless.

Why hadn't this occurred to me before?

"Is everything okay? You look so depressed," the doctor says again and I still look blankly.

My greatest wish in life has always been to have children, especially happy children growing up with their grandparents, aunts and uncles.

It makes me sad that the child will never know my part of the family.

"Is everything all right with the child's father? If there are problems, there are...", the doctor suddenly starts again.

"No, no. Everything is perfect with the father. It just came as such a surprise," I say and a tear rolls down my cheek.

"Thank you," I say and leave the practice.

I then make the quickest way to the stadium. At least I know now that I'm not ill and can't infect anyone. Maybe I'll get lucky and just not throw up for the next few hours.

When I arrive, the second half has already started and it doesn't look so good for England. It's 1:0 for France.

There are still 10 minutes to play and luckily Jadon has made it 1-1.

It's the 89th minute. It looks like it's going to extra time.

Doesn't it? Wait, no. Jude just scored the 2:1.

And the game is over now.

After everyone gets their medals, I go down to the sidelines, where the wives or girlfriends of other players are also waiting.

It will probably be very surprising for most of them to see Jude with a companion.

I look at the field, where I see Jadon with his wife and daughter.

I have to admit that they look really cute together.

At that moment, Jadon sees me and waves me over to them.

So I climb over the fence and run over to them.

"Hey, what are you doing here? Jude said you couldn't make it today," he says, a bit confused.

"Yes, I did make it. I can't miss him winning the World Cup final," I say.

"By the way, congratulations," I say and give him a quick hug.

"Thank you. By the way, this is my wife Helen and my daughter Kayla".

"Nice to meet you," I say and smile at them both.

I talk to them for a few more minutes until I look out for Jude.

And I see him and he sees me.

He smiles at me and walks towards me.

I smile at him too and run towards him as well.

"You made it after all," he says and takes me in his arms.

"Of course," I say.

"But I have to tell you something, Jude. I went to the doctor and...", I start.

"No, please. Is it something bad?" he interrupts me and looks at me anxiously.

"No," I say and smile.

"You see all these little kids here playing football with their daddy? You'll soon have a child to do that with too," I say and his gaze wanders from the children back to me.

"You're kidding me right now, aren't you?" he asks, shocked.

"No. I'm pregnant," I say, still laughing.

"Omg. I'm going to be a father," he says, starting to beam.

"We have to call Jobe. He can say he's going to be an uncle now," he says.

"You're going to be the best mother in the world," he says after he calms down a bit, kisses me on the forehead and hugs me.