This oneshot was a request on tumblr.

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You were stressad out because your ex husband was supposed to pick up your son an hour ago and take him to his football game today.

"Mommy, mommy when is daddy coming?"

You stopped pacing back and forth in the living room as your eight year old son entered. He stomped in with his cleats on and dressed in his team kit.

"Are you ready to go?" You asked.

"Yes, but where is daddy?"

He forgot, you thought. Because it wouldn't be the first time your ex husband did this to you and your son. Empty promises was about the only thing he brought to the table during your relationship.

"Let me just make one phone call baby and then I'll take you to the game."

"You'll take me?" Your son frowned. "Wasn't daddy supposed to take me this time?"

"I'm afraid daddy isn't coming this time."

You watched your son hold in his tears as he left the living room with his head to the ground. You hurried to make a phone call, keeping an eye on the watch as it held the time for when the train left.

"Hello, Ruben? It's me. "

You felt terrible about having to cancel your date tonight. But like you told Ruben when he first learned that you were a single mom, your son always comes first.

"It's no worries we'll just take the train to where the game is."

Ruben made an offer to drive you there instead.

"No Ruben it's okay. I wouldn't want to put you out."

A part of you also felt unsure about introducing him to your son. Although you really liked Ruben you two had only gone out for a couple of dates. Usually you wanted to know that a guy was in it for the long hall. You hadn't dated that much since your divorce so you had yet found someone like that. However there was something about Ruben that made him different from any other guy you've dated. Even your ex husband.

"Fine Ruben. We'll meet you downstairs in ten minutes."

You hung up the phone and made your way to your son's bedroom. You found him with his head hiding under the covers.

"Baby. We best get going if you wanna make it to the game in time. I've got mommy's friend picking us up, so no trains this time."

There was movments under the covers, soon your son's head popped up.

"Oh, Isaac." You sighed. His eyes were sprung red from crying.

"Mommy why doesn't dad want to come see me play?" He cried.

You shook your head. " It's not about you baby and don't ever think that again. Your daddy loves you, he's just a very busy man."

A man who loved his job more than his family, you and your friends used to joke.

You pulled Isaac in for a hug, allowing him to stop crying on his own. At some point your phone vibrated in your pocket.

"That's mommy's friend. We better get downstairs."

Introducing Isaac to Ruben was nerve wrecking, especially in Isaac current state. However Ruben was as polite as always, greeting Isaac by shaking his hand, despite Isaac's zero interest in doing so. He kept silent for most of the drive, causing you to throw anxious glances in the rareview mirror. Ruben noticed this and let his hand find yours, squeezing it for reassurance.

"Thank you." You smiled. "For the ride. You really saved us today."

"Anytime." Ruben nodded.

Arriving at the pitch you saw the parents of Isaac's teammates gather in the stands. The kids were already on their side of the pitch, having a light brief with their coach.

"Hurry Isaac." You said. "Ruben and I will take our seats in the stands."

You and Ruben got out of the car, Isaac however, remained in his seat.

"Isaac?" You pocket your head through the door to see him sitting back, eyebrows furrowed and cradling his bottle of water between his hands. "Isaac if you don't get out now you won't get to start the game."

Your son didn't move.

You looked to Ruben with concern. He knew about you situation with your ex husband but also how much your son adored him.

"I'll go talk to the coach." You said. "Perhaps tell him that Isaac isn't feeling well today."

Ruben nodded understandingly. "I'll stay here." He said.

You rushed over to the pitch. The kids that weren't playing were coming in to sit on the bench. Their coach was also headed this in, stopping to take his stand by the sidelines.

"Y/N?" He exclaimed, seeing you. "Did you get stuck in traffic? Is Isaac with you?"

"Yes coach, Isaac is here. He's just feeling a little unwell. I'm not sure his fit to play today."

"Well that's terrible. Isaac is one of our best players."

"I know, it just that..."

"Isaac there you are." Coach said, overlooking your shoulder.

You frowned but turned around to see Isaac sprinting your way with Ruben walking behind him.

"Sorry I'm late coach, can I still start the game?"

"Of course! You're our man son." Voach was quick to usher Isaac out on the pitch to take his place along his teammates. As Ruben approached you all you could do is take your place in the stands with the other parents.

The referee blew the whistle and the game went on.

You were a bit confused seeing Isaac play with such determination. Considering the fact that he was still in tears when you left the house and refused to get out of Ruben's car as you got here.

"Did you say somthing to Isaac to get him out of the car?" You asked Ruben. He must have said something, you thought.

But Ruben just shrugged his shoulders. "I just reminded him of what's important." He said.

"And what's important?" You frowned.

"The price."

"The price, what price?"

Ruben smiled. "I may or may not have promised your son all the McDonald's he can eat if he helped his team win this game."

"Ruben." You gasped. "You did not?"

"But I did." He laughed.

All the McDonald's he could eat is what Isaac got. You had bags full of it getting out of Ruben's car as he dropped you off at your apartment.

"Thank you again Ruben and for helping me out with Isaac." You were hesitant to kiss him in front of your son. Ruben however seemed to understand and settled with smiling at you instead.

"Can we reschedule to next week?" You asked. Hopefully Ruben still wanted to date you after having witness the slight chaos that was your life.

"Of course." He said, to you relief.

"Well then. Thank you for tonight and have a safe trip home."

"I will and thank you for letting me come see you play Isaac."

Isaac smiled with his cheeks full of cheeseburgers. "Bye Ruben, see you later." He waved.

Back home, Isaac had a shower whilst you put his clothes in the washing machine. Once he got ready for bed that night you couldn't help but to ask. "What exactly did Ruben say to you in the car?"

Like Ruben, he shrugged his shoulders. "He just reminded me of what's important?"

"The price?" You sighed.

"No." Isaac chuckled.

"No? What did he say was important then?"

"He said that I should always play for the people that cheer me on the most. Even on the rainy days."

"Oh."

"And that's you mom, isn't it?"

"Me?" You felt a slight jolt in your heart.

"Yes. You never let me miss a game even if it's raining or if we have to take the train to get to the pitch. You never let me miss a game even if you have to miss out on a date with your friend because dad promised to take me this time but didn't."

"Oh Isaac." You cried."You know you always come first to me, always."

"I know" He nodded.

"Good." You kissed him godnight and stood. You flick the lights off on your way out.

"Hey mom?"

"Yes?" You stopped in the doorframe.

"Can Ruben come to my next game as well?"

You smiled. "Of course he can."