#oursfic

[foreverisntenough]

‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

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Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 7 - Gonna Be Okay | ‘Ours’

You and Trent were just in the Maldives splitting banana gelato, clinking spoons as the sun set down the western horizon on a perfect night. Okay, you were eating it all but besides the point. You were sitting yapping with pride about how you never really fought. No couple had ever been so compatible. How perfectly suited you were and retrospectively how perfectly naive. Fast forward and you were in huff in the kitchen because he had promised to refill the dogs water bowls and hadn’t. He left for training completely oblivious that he had forgotten. You were slamming cabinet doors frustrated in a rage. This had become a daily occurrence. Not specifically filling water bowls but just small things had you almost in tears. What had happened. Teddy was a little over a month old. You wouldn’t say things had calmed down with her but there was definitely more of a routine. Although that routine consisted of you and Trent suppressing a lot of issues you were having. It was all about Teddy. All the time. Becoming parents had put a strain on your relationship you weren’t expecting and definitely we’re ignoring. Part of the problem was that you both were exhausted. You had so much less time with each other and much less time for other people after she arrived. Everyday felt like a broken record and broken it was. It was so unusual for you two to work around each other like this as opposed to working together. You always had such good communication, such empathy and understanding but right now… you weren’t sure you'd had a real conversation in about 2 days. You’d never gone this long. The awkwardness was palpable but your schedules made it so you didn’t really even have the space let alone the energy to deal with it.

“T… I’m not just going to stay home and wait for you to be done.” You quipped turning to the refrigerator to grab a water to hand to him. That was the other problem that made this all so easy to ignore. You still so obviously cared for each other. The love never went anywhere so you were still doing a lot of the same things just with a ton of resentment.

“Baby, this is such a bad time for this. I’m literally walking out the house right now.” He calmly said back but you knew what that meant. It was the politest way he could say ‘shut up, I don’t want to talk about this’ Next thing you knew he was gone, out the front door for another away game. You stood cradling Teddy with tears threatening to spill over. God, you were so fucking tired. You prayed things would just sort themselves on their own. When Trent came back things didn’t snap back to normal like you had hoped. It had been days since he returned and you’d both been busy. There was minimal communication outside of ‘can you feed her’ or ‘can you change her’ One more thing that definitely was causing issues was your sleeping arrangement. You couldn’t remember the last time you even cuddled.

“We need to sit down and talk about this, Trent. We can’t fall apart now.” You nervously spoke up coming round the couch to stand in front of him blocking the tv.

“Baby…” he sighed with a puppy dog face. His lips falling into the perfect pout he knew would get his way. He was never good with confrontation and boy did he have the face to get out of it but you had had enough.

“No. No. This is not how this is going to go.” You wiped away tears of frustration that started to build. You were mad you felt so emotional while he sat stoic as ever. “We need a real discussion. Like real adults, Trent. We’re fucking parents, now. We can’t just pretend nothing is going on.” You snapped a little. You had just put Teddy down for a nap so despite the heat of your words your voice was low and soft not wanting to wake her. Whether or not he wanted to admit it or talk about it, Trent felt sidelined while you concentrated mainly on Teddy. Just the same as he felt ignored, sitting on the bench, you felt you had completely disappeared. Everyone focused solely on your baby. Your life had dwindled down to only care and feed for Teddy rather than be a partner or person in your own right.

“I’m really fucking tired Trent… you go and you work out or whatever, let out all your stress out, see your friends and I’m here! I’m here all the fucking time. I can’t leave the house.” You yelled in the quietest way possible. Inside you were fuming as the words came out. It hit you that you couldn’t remember the last time you had left the house without Teddy or not for Teddy. He hated that you were using his first name. He gave you this confused look as to why you thought he wasn’t living this experience of being a new parent with you.

“Why are you trying to keep score?” He flicked his eyes up to you as you stood there in the living room with your hands on your hips. You felt like your knees were going to give out from either exhaustion or desperation but you gave off the appearance of being incredibly strong in the moment.

“Trent! “ you yelped, feeling defeated already by his response. He threw his head to the side, annoyed you kept calling him that and it definitely wasn’t being said in a good way. “When you have a match… ugh! We’re not even sleeping together in the same bed anymore because I have to wake up to feed her and I can’t mess up your schedule for games!” You cried.

“Yeah, go on Y/N. Just keep piling it on. I know, I know I’m not home a lot. I know” He said it with such a harsh tone. You’d give it to him Trent had some drama and sass to him. A bit of a bite you rarely were on this end of. Usually his smart mouth brought humor but this… this was not funny.

“That’s not fair!” You whimpered out. Rubbing your hands over your face beginning to rock back and forth filled with nerves unsure where this conversation was even going.

“It’s so I can provide for you, Y/N. Why don’t you realize that?” He threw the first name seriousness back at you. His eyes widened in disbelief, shocked you couldn’t see what he did for you, sacrificed for you. He gave up so much of his time away from his new born baby to give you the comfortable life you lived but just the same he couldn’t see what you had been sacrificing. “You wanted to have this baby too, Y/N.” He lashed out sitting forward more towards the edge of the couch. His puppy dog face had completely vanished a long time ago. He looked at you like he hated you. You knew he didn’t but right now you weren’t in the frame of mind to have that clear of thinking.

“Stop… do not go there. That’s fucked up and a line you can’t cross.” You were more upset now and rightfully so. Bringing the topic of having Teddy into this was unfair and uncalled for. The second he said it Trent felt a pit in his stomach. You stormed out of the room holding back tears till you were alone and far away enough for him not to hear. He wanted to take it back. He wanted to chase after you and hug you until you forgave him and made up. He wanted to go back to when you could just fuck this out and physically turn a lot of anger into a lot of love. That wasn’t going to happen. This was a battle of words. He knew things were bad, he knew what he said wasn’t great but he didn’t know hot to get to you without messing things up further so he kept his distance. After that squabble it was just days of awkward kitchen run ins. The only time you really spoke were in cutesy voices to Teddy who thankfully you assumed was oblivious to it all. She was maybe 40 days old. It wasn't like she could really pick up on the tension when you asked Trent if he had run the dishwasher but you didn’t want her around this negative vibe for long. You’d never experienced this type of long term strain with him. You never pinned either of you to be the type to hold a grudge but you both felt you had respective points to be made and wouldn’t let go. Once again, Trent had an away game and you murmured a feisty sarcastic ‘of course’ when he told you he was leaving the house. It was unnecessary so he ignored it and told you he loved you anyway. He still meant it, he just didn’t exactly love how cold you’d been towards him lately. It was before he was boarding his flight to come back home when you FaceTimed him. You were putting Teddy to bed. It was routine and just because you weren’t getting along didn’t mean you were going to deprive Teddy of seeing her dad before sleep. Your eyes were practically shutting from lack of sleep while Trent babbled to her.

“You know who’s just as perfect as you, baby bear? Your mummy.” You heard it and furrowed your brow. Were you crazy? Did he not know you had been fighting? You rolled your eyes. “C’mon, baby we gotta get through this.” He tried to get you to loosen your grip on the whole thing but you weren’t having it. Trent just wanted to brush over this, move and put a plaster over it. He wanted you back in his arms desperately. After you hung up you definitely felt a little bit guilty. You knew he was trying his best. It was just Trent’s way. All he wanted to do was love you but you needed something different than that right now. In a fun twist, it was Trent’s birthday this week. You couldn’t have felt more awkward about it. Truthfully and deep down you knew this fighting was temporary and you loved him so you didn’t want to taint a day you had the opportunity to really show him how much you did love him but you were stubborn. You didn’t want to be the one to say sorry first and you certainly were not going to go the rest of your life as a mother like this, you needed a conversation. Per usual as of late, you awkwardly both got ready in your wardrobe together. He asked what you wanted him to wear. Normally the task would excite you. You loved dressing him. He didn’t really mind either way even though he looked significantly better when you did. You could tell this was some sort of olive branch but it wasn’t enough. You just dragged your hand over the closet full of his tops lazily pulling out a Rhude t-shirt to hand to him. He gave a half assed smile disappointed his effort didn’t do anything. You put on a tanish grey linen off the shoulder mini dress. You actually liked it and felt okay in it. The dress was doing a lot considering you jusstttt had Teddy. He zipped your dress. His hands on your cold skin made you shiver. It was strange that his touch made you feel that way. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. You selected a pair of heels you hadn’t been able to wear since before you were pregnant. They just ran narrow and your swollen feet weren’t having it. You picked out a purse you bought in a pregnant haze. It was insanely kitschy and looked like a takeout box but it happened to be almost £2,000 from YSL. Trent probably gave into cravings in a different way than most people. You had bought some ridiculous things while pregnant but it was still cute. You stood in the mirror inspecting the full outfit.

“You look good.” Trent muttered out seeing you as he sat on the bed waiting for you. He meant it. He never said stuff like that if he didn’t. Dianne was coming over to take care of Teddy. You were not thrilled about leaving her but you wouldn’t be out long. It’s not like you and Trent were exactly eager to spend alone time together despite it being much needed. You had made a reservation at a Sushi place you went to when you celebrated his birthday on your first visit. It was sweet in theory but now it just rubbed it in how much things had changed.

“Tuna roll?” He asked you, inspecting the menu even though you both knew exactly what you were getting. You could recite his sushi order backwards. You were excited to finally have sushi again so as much as this was for Trent it was a little for you too. You ate your meal talking about basic things you might talk to a neighbor about, fairly generic for two people that lived together, that loved each other. You had ordered a special roll Trent was too scared to try but you made him have a piece anyway. He liked it and a while later he plucked another piece off your plate with his chopsticks. You widened your eyes at him, your jaw slacked. He gave you a cheeky grin with his cheeks full as he chewed. You kept eating until he did it again. You had now given him half of your order.

“T! Stop!” You giggled. He was so annoying and you hated how cute he was every time he was being a pest.

“I’ll buy you more, beautiful.” He cooed, taking a fourth of your six piece roll. You laughed at him shaking your head. It kind of felt like you were just beginning to date again. He was flirting with you and it made your heart flutter. You looked at him and watched in what felt like slow motion his big hand reach across the table to wipe a bit of soy sauce that had rested atop your lips. The feeling of his fingers on your lips, near your mouth, had your heart racing. Images of times he pushed his fingers in your mouth while he fucked you flashed in your mind. There was something about Trent in a white t-shirt. He just looked so fresh and clean. Sexy. It made you think of the first time you gave him head you remember watching his back muscles dance as he pulled the white t-shirt over his golden brown skin. You had hummed at the image.

“At a white t-shirt?” He questioned what you were possibly so enamored with.

“No, you in a clean white t-shirt after I just had your cock in my mouth” You corrected him. He couldn’t hold the grin back. He walked back over to you holding the pair of camouflage pants he was going to wear.

“It’s so good. I like this one. You always know the hits.” His voice cut off your moment of reverie. He was really fucking handsome. As messy and tense as things had been you’d never not be attracted to him and that only made it that much annoying when he did stupid shit. As you drove towards home it was like the mood lowered with every passing mile. It wasn’t like you weren’t excited to get back to Teddy. You actually felt like you could burst with the need to get her back in your arms. It just was that this dinner was some sort of escape from the reality of things. There weren’t dog’s water bowls he could forget to fill at the restaurant.

It had been almost two months post birth and you really didn’t want to nor have any desire to have sex. You thought about his body that way for sure, but the idea of him touching your body was hard to imagine. Previously, sex was what birthdays between you and Trent consisted of and you loved it. It was fun and hot. A time to try things out, spend all day in bed but you were so exhausted and frankly sore. Your body felt anything but sexy… it felt gross like it wasn’t actually yours anymore. You often felt touched out at the end of the day. You had a baby on you practically 24/7. Sex was the last thing on your mind leaving Trent feeling fairly neglected and rejected. It was the perfect storm. You barely were sleeping together so the second you were he wanted to be all over you and the second he was you just wanted to be alone. You went to bed that night, backs facing one another with your arms slightly outstretched towards the middle of the bed linking pinkies not okay with being completely out of reach from the other. It was strange but gave you a tinge of hope. You laid in bed the next day and got to sleep in. Trent handled morning duties with Teddy. He even took her for a walk in her pram just to get her outside.

“She’s down for her nap.” He came back into your bedroom a while later. You just hummed.

“I’ll feed her when she wakes up again.” You practically scoffed at him for no reason. It was uncalled for but you just felt so annoyed. What were you two doing… it felt so unnecessary and yet you couldn’t get over the hurdle. Trent stared at you in bed. He didn’t like what he saw. He knew you, he knew your body so well and yet you almost looked foreign. You were limp, crashed into the bed, face first into the pillows, barely under the covers. It made him terribly sad. As hard headed as Trent could be, he wasn’t dumb. He was a really empathetic person; he just needed a minute to sort out his own emotions. He needed to really get a good look at you again. Like right now, it was like something changed. Like he finally understood what was going on.

“Y/N…” he cooed softly sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. He very cautiously reached his hand out to stroke your arm. You felt cold. He shut his eyes, hating how things had been. You had just become a family, welcomed your baby girl together and yet you had never felt less like one. He kissed the back of your arm. You shivered feeling the lips you absolutely adored for the first time in a while. You missed him. “I want to make things better. I’m really sorry. Can we talk?” He nervously murmured out. A barely there subtle soft smile pulled on your face. You knew you would get to the point of having a calm discussion about what’s been going on. You didn’t think it would take so long and honestly you didn’t think it’d be him to initiate it but it didn’t matter. You sat back against the headboard of your bed and pulled your knees to your chest. You looked at him closely inspecting his face to see if it had changed any since you last had a proper look. It hadn’t. His eyes still had a warm honey hue in the light, lips still perfectly plump, his skin annoyingly smooth despite minimal effort. His amber smell wafted towards you.

“I’m sorry too, baby.” You looked at him with obvious pain in your eyes. When he heard the pet name he knew you had to just make it through this conversation and everything would be a lot better.

“I know I should know and understand without having to do this but can you explain to me what you’ve been feeling? I want to hear you out so I can be better. Just tell me what I need to do to get things back on track. How do I do more than I’m doing? I feel exhausted.” He babled a little feeling just as nervous as you. His words kind of broke your heart. He really was trying his best. He didn’t know how to do anything different yet.

“T… I know you do a lot for me, for her, for us but as much as it is work for you… you do get to leave here everyday. You get the escape. I know you think about us when you’re not here” he nodded, confirming he definitely did think about you but he didn’t want to interrupt you so he stayed silent. “Just consider for even the 90 minutes when you are fully focused on a match. As you should be, I’m not saying otherwise. That's 90 minutes I’m alone, with her, at home, and unfortunately still dealing with a lot of the physical aftermath as well. Like my body is in so much discomfort and pain and I have her on me constantly. I don’t mean to sound patronizing but you could never understand how I feel in my own body right now… and that’s just the some odd 90 minutes we’re talking about not all the days you’re away for” your eyes started to welle. “I need you to support me a little here.” Your voice was shaky. Trent reached out and grabbed your hands.

“I want to support you, baby I’m so sorry.” He quivered, upset you had been feeling this way. “I hate that I wasn’t thinking about things that way. I can’t imagine what you’re going through, what you went through to give us our family. I think I pull out this card that I am providing for you because it’s one of the only things I can give back to you. Only thing I know I can control and contribute. You give me so much, you gave me her. It’s hard because I know the way you provide for me is something I’ll never be able to reciprocate.” He stared at your intertwined hands unable to look you in the eyes. “I do think about you 24/7. I feel like I’m gonna cry when I pull out of the driveway and it’s not just about leaving Teddy, it's leaving you. It’s different now, leaving. I feel like I’m letting you down when I go. It was easier for me lately just to shut it out and not tell you that because I feel so guilty. Everytime I’m on the pitch laughing I just hope you’re at home laughing with her.” He tried to explain his rational and you understood.

“T, that’s the problem though. I don't want to be at home all the time. I don’t want you to feel guilty, baby, either but we really need to find a way to help the other person with what they’re going through. We’re both doing this for the first time and it’s really fucking hard” your voice was shaking realizing just how difficult things had been.

“We work a lot better together. I’m not keen on the whole opposing sides thing. How do we figure this out?” You knew Trent was very action oriented so you thought for a moment how to explain things.

“Okay…erm like I need to go get my hair done. Can you please actually tell me you’re taking her. Not go to your mums… like you, baby. Take her, don’t offer. She’s your baby too. And honestly, not even just going to do my hair, even showers at home, T. During the day if you’re here. She’s like glue… constantly stuck to me.” You giggled a little bit thinking about your baby girl’s clinginess.

“She’s cute glue to be fair” he laughed and it shattered your heart in the best way. He hadn’t laughed with you since dinner. You shook your head with a smile knowing that was half the issue here. Teddy was so cute, everything had just been glossed over every time she batted her eyes. “But I understand, baby.”

“How can I help you, T?” you asked, moving your hand to his thigh. Your touch sent electricity coursing through his body. He was staring at your hand on him before his eyes flickered up to lock with yours he gave you the most beautiful smile you loved. Childish, full.

“You know, maybe you can drive me AXA or come see me. I don’t mean to make it about footie but it’s where I have to be for almost 7 days a week. I want to see her. I want to see you.” He looked scared to even bring up football at the moment but he was right it was his whole life.

“I got it. We can do that. Would be nice. Little carpool… drop daddy off.” You cooed with a giggle bobbing back and forth on the bed thinking about it. You could feel the air lifting and lightening as you continued breaking down how to be more supportive. You talked for ages outlining things you both needed help with. “We can do this, hmm? “ you said apprehensively. He winked at you and your heart skipped a beat. You much preferred when you were on good terms. You gave him a childish smile. Both shy and confident about being able to figure this out with him.

“There she is.” He cooed, stroking his thumb over your full cheek. “My beautiful girl. I love you so so much. I’m sorry, baby. Honest. C’mere.” He pulled you into him and you felt your whole body relax. Relax more than it had in months. “We’re gonna be okay.” He kissed you. You felt a shiver run up your spine in the best way. You felt relief.

“And on cue… she’s nothing but persistent” you giggled hearing Teddy coo over the baby monitor. Trent kissed you again. He started to stand up from his seat on the bed.

“You want to shower? I’ll go get her.” He asked you genuinely serious.

“Funny…” you quipped back not amused with the joke you thought he was making.

“I’m serious! If we’re gonna do this you have to at least let me help you!” He laughed at you. He pulled you by your hands up from the bed. He placed his own hands on your shoulders and walked you into the en-suite.

“Okay, okay, I can do it.” You wiggled out of his hold and began to pull off your clothes. Laughing as your dragged your top over your head.

“So difficult” he teased with a similar laugh squeezing your now bare sides. He began to walk out of the bathroom.

“Hey T…” you stared in the mirror back at him. He turned around with a hum. “I love you, baby.” You said sheepishly but still very sure of it. He nodded with a soft sympathetic smile. “Could we maybe do a birthday redo today with Ted?”

“I love you more than anything in the world, beautiful. Absolutely, you girls going to to take me out?” He thought he was so so funny all the time. The corniness was half the charm. He just was cute and simultaneously sexy.

“Just so annoying all the time.”you joked as he walked a little closer to you before he smushed another wet kiss onto your cheek that you loved. When he came back in with Teddy already dressed, ready to go, you knew things were going to be fine. You both were just new at this whole parenting thing. Trent drove down into the city center and you felt so incredibly domestic going on a family outing. You decided on something low key and normal so you went out to get coffees and walk the docks.

“I haven’t been down here for ages.” He spoke into the crisp fall air. He pushed Teddy’s Dior pram back and forth as you sat outside at a little coffee place you loved.

“You’ve been missing out on a very good croissant” you mumbled with your mouth full.

“Clearly.” He laughed at you before pulling a hearty piece from your croissant to pop in his mouth.

“Me and Marce used to come here all the time, you know?” You kept talking. You weren’t even sure he knew that. So it made you smile to connect again. Talk about things and open up.

“You two do so much shit without me” Trent feigned jealousy but as much as he joked you knew he actually did feel a little envious of all the relaxed down time you and his brothers shared together.

“We’ll start being bad at your job and maybe you wouldn’t have to play in Europe all the time, you could hang with us.” You teased leaning over to check on Teddy.

“You know you maybe should’ve been a comedian, baby. Just hilarious all the time. So funny. I’m dying of laughter.” He said with a completely straight face. You could tell though he was making a big effort not to crack a smile at you. “What do you think, Ted? Is mummy funny?” Trent cocked his head to look at her. She just wiggled in her seat excited she was getting attention from him. She loved anytime Trent even walked into a room let alone paid her mind. You grabbed her tiny hand gently folding it into a thumbs up and showed it to him. He rolled his eyes at you.

“You said that on our first date too and I think I proved you wrong. I am funny. You do think I am whether you want to admit it.” You teased referring to when you met outside your apartment for the first time telling him you would have to take the subway to dinner.

“You’re not as funny as you think” he quipped. You walked next to him up to the corner of your block towards the restaurant.

A lot of memories came up lately just because of the massive change you were experiencing. A part of you felt like you were mourning the loss of the juvenile versions of yourselves who didn’t have a care in the world. Your only concern was being each other's arms and the painstaking moments between kisses. Now… now you had a life you had to support, a human to raise. You reached across the table and grabbed Trent’s hand. You ran your fingers back and forth over his knuckles. He smiled at you and picked his hand up with yours. He pressed his lips lightly to your skin. You picked your head up to look at the water, as a boat further out in the river coasted by. You clocked a man taking a photo of Trent as you sat at the table outside the cafe.

“Seriously, if only you were bad at your job.” You nodded subtly towards the man. Trent turned to see him after your gesture. He looked back at you with an apologetic look. He was just trying to spend time with you and Teddy so when the man came over it was a little awkward but he was still really kind and patient. Trent really didn’t want a photo of Teddy out yet though so he politely declined the photo.

“Sorry, mate, I’d love to but I’m with my family right now. It was lovely to meet you though. Thank you for all your support.” Trent spoke low, not trying to draw more attention to himself in downtown Liverpool.

“You can.” You whispered with a nod of approval not minding if he took a photo.

“Ahhh yeah alright lad, you know what we’ll take one quick. Face this way.” Trent turned so the city was behind them in the photo, not you and Teddy. He winked at you. You picked up Teddy from her pram and kept her tight to your chest, rocking her gently.

You went home and ate dinner at your dinning room table with your family. You couldn’t believe you had a family now but you were just happy that you and Trent were back to the place you were in before. You made the cake you previously had planned to with the help of some grubby fingers taste tasting and they weren’t Teddy’s. You had given Trent his presents on his actually birthday but this felt more important, more special. You wanted to make Trent something from scratch. You grew up with the luxury of learning how to bake and cook, not needing to. Your mum brought you with her to France to take some classes for your 16th birthday once and you found you had a knack for it. It was a good cake to be honest, a take on funfetti. You had shown Trent funfetti when you were on a trip back in the US once and he just loved it so that was that. Birthday cake decision made. You placed birthday candles in the cake and dimmed the lights in your dining room and sang happy birthday to him swaying with your baby girl. When you finished and he blew out his candles he pulled you into his lap. You sat down nuzzling your face into his neck.

“Happy Birthday Daddy, we love you so much, T.” You kissed his neck again and again. Teddy attempted a giggle and a smile fascinated with the noise of your lips peeling on and off his skin. “Say happy birthday dada” you cooed squishing Teddy’s cheeks together with one hand gently. She squealed. You both laughed at her excitement.

“Thank you my beautiful girls. You’re my whole world. I love you both so much.” He gave Teddy a big kiss and you pouted at him as you waited for yours. Teddy wasn’t sleeping through the night but her naps were getting longer you guessed. You and Trent laid her down for what Trent was hoping to be an especially long one.

“Did I tell you how sexy you looked today?” He whispered in your ear with a cheeky nibble to your earlobe as you walked down the hallway. His arms hung around your frame heavily. You rolled your eyes swatting at his arm.

“C’mon, baby. How often do I tell you you’re sexy? I need you to know how sexy you are.” He cooed as you entered your bedroom. He plopped onto the edge of the bed and you went to follow him for a cuddle. You wanted to be close to him. Finally back in each others good graces you wanted to feel connected. Trent did too just in a different way. He held his hand out to stop you from coming closer. You cocked your head confused. You backed up a few steps and stared at him waiting for him to tell you some sort of direction.

“Lemme see. I know you. Lemme see what you have on today.” He spoke with a tone that sent the most excited shiver running down your spine, your pussy throbbed. You gradually began to pull your clothes off, layer by layer. You stripped for him. You giggled at the way it made you feel. Trent had a way of making you feel sexy without even touching you. The way his jaw slacked. You turned away from him to slide off the trousers you had on, bending over. He groaned throwing his head back as you spun around for him. He shook his head in disbelief of your figure. “Still my birthday?” You nodded with a shy smile. “Lay down for me…” so you followed instructions. He watched you lay back on the bed. To be fair you hadn’t really thought of doing this tonight but regardless you always liked to get undressed in front of Trent revealing little lingerie sets and he knew you did it for him. You wouldn’t even turn to acknowledge him as you’d lean over the bathroom sink counter in different colored lace every day just for show. He climbed over you and looped his finger under the middle of the sheer black Gucci bralette you’d chosen for today. Your breath hitched. Okay, now you were definitely thinking about it. You were praying he’d be gentle with you since this would be your first time after Teddy but also funnily with the lingerie too; you liked it and it was expensive. You’d lost too many pairs of panties over your relationship with him to tears. He looked down at you with a look you forgot made your heart race. He kissed your ankle. “I love these legs, I love these thighs.” He worked kisses all over and up your whole body. “I love this hip, this stomach..” he kissed every bit of you. You couldn’t get enough of falling back into the swing of things with him.

“Baby, be gentle with me, okay?” You said to him with fear in your eyes. You sighed a little embarrassed. He just looked at you in adoration.

“I’ll take care of you, yeah? I always do. Make you remember just how beautiful I think you are.” He whispered into your ear. The vibration alone made goosebumps raise on your skin. You had the biggest fucking smile on your face after he said that. You knew you were in for a treat. Sex with Trent was something you hoped you would never struggle with. His hand lightly grabbed your jaw pulling you into a kiss. His plump soft lips feeling as perfect as ever. He dragged his hand down your throat and you moaned missing this feeling. This feeling of Trent in total control of you. He kept his hands on you and over you before he cheekily pitched your nipples.

“Oh, fuckkk” you yelped out incredibly sensitive and incredibly turned on.

“Open your mouth f’me, beautiful.” He cooed and without needing to think you did. Your eyes widened in awe of how sexy he looked above you. His other hand beginning to work his length. You sucked around his fingers licking the underside like you would his cock. He abruptly pulled them out and guided them down to your pussy. He ran his fingers through your folds before he began to slowly pump two thick digits inside of you. “Fuck, baby. I missed this pussy. Feel so good already” his voice rumbled in the quiet room as his thumb stretched up to roll over your clit.

“C’mere baby. You’re so fucking soaked I bet I could just…” he dragged his tip through your wet pussy. You weren’t expecting to be as wet as you were but it was Trent you shouldn’t have been all that surprised. “You’re so beautiful and all mine” he paused perfectly, lining up his cock with your entrance and suddenly all of the air slipped out of your lungs. He was on his knees in front of you holding your one leg up as you laid back into the mattress. His firm grip around you doing most of the work.

“Oh my fucking god, T…” Oh my god was right. You could never forget how good the sex was but this. This felt really fucking good. Your eyes fluttered closed as he slowly pushed deeper, sticking to his promise to be gentle. You gasped feeling his length. You cupped his scruffy cheeks. You blew out short breaths as you tried to adjust to his size.

“I love you so much, you know that right?” He whispered again. He felt good but also slightly uncomfortable and strangely new again. He sank his body weight down on top of you so that he became your entire focus trying to not let your mind spiral into anxiety about what he thought you felt like after your baby. You could only nod. You breathed heavily. Your legs wrapped around his arm curling to hook around it, shutting your eyes in pleasure.

“I love you, T.” You whined as you felt your legs tremble already. He nuzzled impossibly deeper. You blinked your eyes open. You locked with his deep brown eyes, soft and sensitive filled with sincerity. You tried to makeout with him needing to feel those lips on yours but you couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think let alone multitask as he began to thrust into you slowly. You were anxious to do this but frankly, Trent felt unbelievable and if possible maybe somehow better than that. Being back inside you had his head spinning. His heart faltered a little seeing your beautiful face scrunch up. His body weight further pressed onto you while he scooped his arm under your other leg holding it up closer to your chest Your nails dug into his biceps leaving crescent marks. You whined a sound that was music to his ears. You found a rhythm that worked for you. A rhythm that made your slightly enlarged boobs bounce more for him.

“God, I love your tits, baby.” He said it with a smile eliciting a giggle from you at the compliment. Sex had never felt better emotionally. Your eyes started to water. You felt so in love with him. “You okay, baby? Tell me you’re okay. Tell me you want this?." You really did appreciate his concern; it was just hard to talk at the moment. He leaned closer to your neck licking over your most sensitive spots waiting for a response. “Hmm?”

“I want you, T. You just feel really good.” You whimpered. Tears filled your lash line so he slowed. “Please, T… more.” His eyes widened. He was nervous his current pace was already too much so it was a surprise to hear.

“I'm right here. You have me.” His face was hovering over yours. He managed to give you the kisses you so desperately wanted all over your face, your neck, your shoulders underneath him. You clenched around him. He felt it and almost giggled. He was excited to have this power back. “You wanna be a good girl and cum for me, baby?”

“I’m gonna cum. Please. Please, T. Make me cum.” You moaned as he pushed a little deeper inside with every thrust. A familiar but distant feeling crashed over you. Your brain turning to mush. His cock throbbed inside you. He grunted overwhelmed seeing you cum under him once again. He could imagine it all he wanted but he missed seeing it in real time. “T… cum inside me again, okay? Make me take all of it. I want it. Cum for me.” You whined more. He let out a strained breath. That was it for him. Knowing you missed this. That you wanted this. Wanted him. He tipped over the edge, pumping you full of his cum. With one more final deep thrust he ran his hands through your hair grabbing it pulling your head forward into the most passionate kiss you might’ve ever shared. The tension you had felt the past few weeks evaporated. You stayed tight to his body as you breathed heavily. You both were panting as he leaned his forehead on yours before he as tender as possible pulled out. He sat back for a moment and admired you. Stroking up your thigh gingerly, he breathed out a sigh of appreciation.

“Can you be a good girl f’me and spread your legs.” He asked so kindly you did it almost instinctively. “Fucking unreal. Every day since I met you.” He kissed from your stomach up to your neck nuzzling his face in his hands trailing behind his tongue the whole way. You thought you’d cuddle till Teddy woke up but you were wrong. You spread your legs the best you could. Trent cursed. His fingers traced through your folds gathering up the cum. He swiftly and slowly dipped two of his fingers inside of you. The sensation was so overwhelming and overstimulating. He pumped them methodically, deep, curling inside you.

“Wait.. wait baby. Ah!” You whined. Your hips bucking up into him.

“Gimme one more, baby.” He asked as he nibbled on your neck. You couldn’t handle the feeling. It was too much and you had poor control. You came hard and fast, squirting a little.

“Fuck… T” You panted so heavily. Completely out of breath. You just laid there eyes closed as your chest heaved up and down. You needed a moment. He laughed and frantically laid down next to you pretty proud of his work. You were tangled up in bed until you heard the little coo and whine you loved so much.

“Lemme go check on her, you stay put. I bet you’re tired.” Trent winked at you and as annoying as his playful comment was, it was very true. He pulled on his boxers and sweats and walked down the hallway into Teddy’s nursery.

“Baby bear, you okay?” Trent cooed, scooping Teddy up gently as her cries lulled. He hummed, swaying back and forth. “Wish you could tell me what you’d need. I’d do it right away, you know that?” He pressed his lips to her identical ones. “‘My little Ted. You’re so beautiful. You look like me, but I can’t tell you’re perfect just like mummy, baby girl” he whispered softly to her. It was a while later and you still laid in bed expecting to have fallen right to sleep after all that with Trent but you couldn’t knowing your two favorite people in the world were still awake just down the hall. You got up and put on a little gray sleep set. It was comfortable and that’s just what your body needed right now because you definitely were sore.

“I felt left out.” You pouted in the doorway of Teddy’s room looking at Trent reading her a book. He picked his head up with a soft smile and beckoned you over to sit on the couch with them. Teddy’s face lit up.

“Oh wow… you excited to see mummy, huh teddy girl? Weren’t that excited to see me.” Trent teased. You slapped at his bare chest before grabbing her. She hiccuped overly excited. Her head fell onto you. You hummed kissing her chubby cheek . “I like this.” He pulled on the fabric of the tiny shorts you were in. You shrugged.

“You can continue. Didn’t mean to interrupt.” You giggled a little. You smushed your face into Trent’s arm ruining your view of the colorful book but making a better one for her. You pushed your lips to kiss Trent as he read. The sound of his voice was perfect, calm and steady. It lulled you into an incredibly sleepy state. Trent plucked Teddy out of your tired arms to hold her more securely. He wrapped his free arm around you and pulled you into him. Your head fell onto his shoulder. You hugged his waist tightly.

“My girls. Hmm?” He cooed, pressing a kiss to you and Teddy. You fell asleep listening to him. He let you and Teddy sleep on him for a while. He just relaxed, closing his eyes, happy with the affection, rubbing his hands up your back. Some time later Teddy woke up and was restless. Her little grunts and whines woke you up. “You wanna feed Ted then you and me can go try to get in bed?” Trent cooed with a sympathetic smile knowing you were exhausted. You nodded still half asleep but you understood. Sticking to your schedule was important for all of you. It took longer than expected to get her fed and down again but you did it. You draped your arms around Trent’s shoulders just staring up at him tired in her room. He pressed his nose to yours. His hands cheekily sliding over your ass. He kneaded it, raising up the material of your shorts. He pulled you closer into his embrace. He cupped your ass and picked you up from under your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

“We’re actually going to bed… like sleep, right?” You cooed as Trent walked you back to your room in his arms. He laughed a little. You were nervous with the way his hands were on you if he was trying to have sex again and you were sure you could handle that yet.

“Yeah. We need to sleep. I have to go in tomorrow at 10 too.” He cooed as you stroked your thumb over his cheek. You pushed your face into the nape of his neck until he placed you on your bed. “Baby, we’re gonna be okay. I promise we’ll work on this together. I won’t let us get that way again. I know we’ll have our dips but we’re just learning to grow together.”

“I agree. Just have to talk more I think. I’m sorry I didn’t express how I felt. It’s unfair to assume you should know how I feel without me verbalizing it, that you know what is going on when we’re both doing this for the first time.” He shook his head dismissing your apology. “We might have dips like you said but T, I want this. I want us. I want this to work. God, I need this to work. I don’t think I could survive without you.”

“You could but you’ll never have to. Never even give you the chance to find out.” He cut you off. You squeezed his arm.

“I don’t want to find out. T… what do you think will happen next for us?” You tucked in closer to him cuddling up in your bed. He didn’t respond right away so you felt a little taken aback. Awkward almost. Ironic considering the things that were just said. “Like in the next five years, you know?” You tried to clarify.

“No, I know what you meant. I was just thinking of how I wanted to phrase it. I know this sounds cheesy so don’t make fun cause I’m serious.” He spoke slow. You hung onto every word of his.

“Serious” you mocked his accent and he gave you glare. You just smiled back.

“Next five years for me… just loving you. I’ve told you a million times I want to get married. I know we’re not too far into this one but I’d want another another baby… you know whenever you’re ready.” He tried to unnecessarily explain there was no pressure.

“Really?!” You would’ve squealed with excitement if Teddy weren’t finally asleep. You had jumped at the word marriage. “What ring are you gonna get meeee?” You giddily teased and moved even closer to him, laying your head and hand on his chest. “I think if I were to like make my perfect ring from scratch..” you began talking at the speed of light. You were off in dream land now. “I want a tou et moi because that’s what my parents did.” He nodded with a smile lovingly the way you spoke, the way you looked when you got excited. “I like the two-stone setting too. It’s just so beautiful to look down and see like a real representation of two people together and I kinda like the idea of the three ring deal.” You were referring to the concept of having one ring for engagement, one for marriage, and one for eternal love, usually anniversaries. Trent listened intently watching your animations. He’d asked you before nonchalantly what you wanted but you didn’t think much of it. You knew he talked about marrying you but you didn’t know when or even if that would happen.

“Oh yeah?” He picked up your left hand and kissed your knuckles. He felt pretty good about himself imagining what he has had hidden downstairs in a safe for about a year now.

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‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

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Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

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Chapter 8 - A Busy December | ‘Ours’

You and Trent fell back into your ways quickly and happily. Anytime you had a free moment away from Teddy you were handsy to say the least. It was almost like you were kickstarting your relationship all over only when you were done messing about, you got to play with your baby girl. Things were good between you two and you planned on keeping it that way. You and Trent really had opened a can of worms starting to have sex again post fight. You were having it a lot. When you were having sex it was making you feel more like yourself than ever. You felt like you had never been more attracted to him as well every time you watched him with Teddy. Trent was fast asleep in bed with you tonight but you were practically aching for him. You just kept rolling in the sheets trying to avoid your growing need. Trent moved closer to hold you. That didn’t help. He wrapped his arms around your waist and tucked his head into the crook of your neck hoping to settle you but there was only one way that was going to happen.

“Can’t sleep, beautiful?” He muttered in a groggy voice. His eyes slowly fluttered open, a little drowsy still. His rough unintentionally sexy voice only adding to the lust you were currently feeling. You had to press your thighs together in an attempt to relieve yourself. He pulled you into his embrace. He was too sleepy to realize just what was keeping you awake. You faced him and ran your hands over his bare chest. His muscles under your skin only heightened your desperation. You stopped your hands just above the hem of his boxers. “Can I help you?” He laughed tiredly. You just hummed with big doe eyes. “C’mere, baby.” He rolled over onto his back pulling you with him to be on top. He loved when you let yourself be desperate for him and desperate you were.

“Baby” you whined, caressing your thumb over his jaw. “I need you.” Trent reached his hands out to you, one hand on your neck rubbing small circles on your skin with his thumb. His other hand held your waist massaging it. The way he held you was so intoxicating; it was sexy but secure.

“Lemme see more of you” he asked as he pulled your top over your head. He brought his face swiftly to your chest. His soft plump lips connected with your nipple sucking on it while his hand moved from your waist up to play with the other. He rolled it in between his fingers. His tender movements turned heated quick as you felt him suck harder. Your pussy was wet just from having his mouth on you. “You love when I pay attention to your tits. Huh baby?” You could only whine at his remark. You couldn’t wait any longer so you swiftly freed his hard cock from his boxers. Your hands quickly wrapping around his length, beginning to stroke it whilst rubbing your thumb over his tip. Trent loved this side of you. You bit onto his neck desperate for more of him. He just smiled wider at your desperation. You rubbed your wet pussy over his length. Rubbing your clit against him.

“T, baby, please, please I need you.” You were begging for him. He took a deep breath trying to gather himself before he gripped the fat of your ass tight helping you align yourself with him as you let out an uncontrollable moan.

“Fuck” Trent groaned as he dropped his forehead to your chest, trying to avoid cumming on the spot as you sank down on him “Squeezing me so tightly, baby. Feels so good.” You slowly began to roll your hips at a steady pace. His hands dropped to your hips helping you as he thrusted up into you. Your arms wrapped around his neck tightly. Your movements were so languid it felt like it was all happening in slow motion. You had never felt so good in your life. You couldn’t stop your eyes from trying to flutter closed. It wasn’t long until you were nearly there, and the moment Trent attached his thumb to your clit and rubbed it in quick circles, you fell apart on top of him, curse words and his name falling from your lips repeatedly.

“Cum for me baby. Fuck, baby. I need to feel you fall apart.” he grunted, nipping at your collarbone. You whined and felt your eyes roll back as you reached your high. Your pussy quivered around him. Every little shift was orgasmic. You couldn’t hold in the soft whiny cry you let out. Your lips parted, biting the skin of his neck. Your pussy was sopping wet now, the slow and relaxer movements had you gushing all over him. The sex was so tender and sweet. You held onto him, rubbing your clit on him as he moved you up and down.

“I want you to fill me up, Daddy.” you said it but not in like a daddy dom with a sub way. You said it because it was a habit to call him that in front of your daughter. Trent’s eyes widened. He moaned not caring why you said it and reached between the two of you again, his fingers rubbing your clit, desperate to push you over the edge one more time. You gripped his hair pulling hard with a little giggle about his reaction to the name. He cursed. His fingers dug into you harshly. You were pretty sure you were bruising already from them. His head fell back further into the pillow, as he pushed his hips up before he spilled into you. You gently moved your hips against his to help him ride out his high. He felt completely euphoric hearing the sound of your little laugh, your body against his, knowing you were happy. He was smug with himself. He pressed kiss against your skin. Relishing in the feeling of what just happened.

“I wanna fuck you forever baby.” He laughed with you now. You hummed in agreement. You clung to his body breathing heavily whispering how much you loved him in his ear while his hand raked up your spine after his movements stilled and you collapsed on top of him. His hair tickled your skin as he nestled his face in between your boobs. You were out of breath but incredibly relieved and satisfied. You eventually shifted off to the side of his body. He kissed your head and pulled your thigh across his body. He caressed your shiny skin slick with sweat while you dozed off in his arms.

You spent Christmas morning yesterday at Dianne’s house. It was so special to have the whole family together. You went over early in the morning with Teddy in a little gingerbread print Christmas onesie. All the boys were there and Trent’s parents. You had gone over last night to drop off all the presents you had for the family, Teddy, and Trent so today was a little easier. You sat on the floor while Marcel held Teddy, opening one of the too many presents he had got for her trying to show her it. She was distracted though because Trent was sitting with you holding you from behind and kissing on your neck. You had begun to notice that Teddy was always very conscious when you and Trent were affectionate without her. She wanted your attention and she definitely wanted Trent’s.

“Teddy girl, look at that! Isn’t that fun, baby!” You cooed with excitement pointing at the toy trying to get to look at a rattle that looked like a bear.

“Ted, I spent money on you, at least give it a look.” Marcel complained teasingly, giving her a squeeze kissing her cheek shaking the rattle for her. It grabbed her attention momentarily before Trent moved and she got distracted again trying to follow him. She squealed and wiggled trying to break from Marcel’s hold. “What? You just have to be with Daddy? That’s what you want? No presents for Christmas, just want Daddy?” He laughed.

“Of course she wants Daddy, C’mere baby bear.” Trent dramatically grunted picking up his particularly light weight baby compared to the weights he worked out with. You sat around opening gifts all morning and then had a really nice brunch Dianne made. You helped in the kitchen while the boys all tried to convince Teddy they were her favorite. It was perfection in a day. You cried a few times of course just seeing Teddy begin to experience life. It was a really emotional thing. All you wanted in life was to make her happy and seeing her learn how to smile as Trent held her around the Christmas tree made your heart just about burst.

“Hiii! I’m arriving at like 2 tomorrow. Do you want me to Uber to you guys?” Laurens voice rang through your room. You honestly didn’t mean to hit answer. You were…busy. You tried to push Trent’s head away from your core but it was hard to to stop him with his persistence and your pleasure now.

“Erm… no, no. We’ll come get you, Lauren.” You said her name to get Trent to understand you were on the phone but he just took advantage of you further finding the whole thing funny. It wasn’t like it was your mum or anything. Just then Trent pushed a third finger inside you with a particularly harsh suck to your clit and you gasped… loud.

“Y/N… oh my god! Are you???” Lauren yelled laughing at you over the phone. You were actively trying to shove Trent away from you.

“Nooo. Oh god no. I’ll pick you up.” She hung up on you before you could. “T! Oh my god! Fuck! Please.” You whined forgetting your conversation with Lauren even happened as you came. He pulled away with a smug laugh. You slapped at him as he laid down next to you.

“Baby, I can’t help it. Do you know how much I think about you? You’re so sexy all the time. How am I meant to withstrain myself when you look like this?” He pinched at you. Trent babbled away. “We’re at the dinner table and you're dragging your fingers over those lips, I’m watching you bend over in those tiny shorts doing the dishes, last night you reached over me to get your phone charger on the couch pushing your ass in my face. Baby, I do pretty well not just being on you 24/7.” He said proudly thinking he did a good job.

“The only reason you’re not is because I’m holding Ted. Otherwise you have zero control, T.” You laughed at him. It was true but even if you were holding her his hands would find their way to your ass, his lips on your neck. He was nothing but persistent.

“And you love it.” He boasted back and he wasn’t wrong.

“I do. I love you, baby and I love fucking you.” You giggled coming to lay on top of him. He groaned and you smiled down at him only aiding and abetting him.

Marcel was over just to hang out with you and see Teddy while Trent was at training. You and Marcel were in the kitchen with her. He was explaining some gossip that was going down in his friend group to you. You listened closely while he tried to break down a complicated dynamic happening while simultaneously attending to Teddy who was feeling particularly clingy to you today. When Trent finally came home he immediately went to Teddy, then you, then Marcel but hopped upstairs to shower pretty quickly after. It wasn’t long after that though when you received a cheeky text to come join him.

“Can you watch her for a second? I just need to pop upstairs” you asked Marcel with a fake calmness in your voice. He hummed coming to pick up Teddy. She wasn’t thrilled but you promised her you’d be right back.

“Say bye mummy.” Marcel cooed, waving Teddy’s hand for her not aware what you were going up for. In what felt like seconds, your back was against the cold tiles of the shower. Trent holding your legs up to your sides pounding into you. You think you came in record time and then again for a second and third time. Things had been really good lately. Everything was working as it was supposed to. You eventually made your way back downstairs to find the not so naive Marcel waiting for your arrival with Teddy.

“This” Marcel gestured at you and Trent who were flush glowing post orgasm out the shower “Is how we got here.” Holding Teddy out in front of him under her arms as she kicked and tried to giggle. “Say yuck, Ted” he said as he smushed a million kisses into her chubby cheeks

“C’mere baby” you picked her up out of his hands as she continued to squeal away. “Is ‘celly funny?” You giggled into her little tummy. She wiggled in your arms excited by all the attention. ‘Celly’ had been a name the Alexander-Arnold family used for Marcel when they were really young. Tyler and Trent fell into it as it was marginally easier to say and it stuck. It went away as they grew up but had returned with a push from Trent and Tyler for Teddy to use it in hopes it would stick this time around.

“No, Ted! It’s not funny.” Marcel said sternly before cracking into a smile seeing her chubby fingers reach out to him. “Your mummy and daddy are gross.” He proceeded to tell her as you ignored him gushing over how cute she was.

You laid in bed that night cuddled up to Trent. As amazing as things had been lately there definitely had been a lingering thought that was bothering you. It would pop up every time you had sex. You hadn’t really discussed with him this insecurity but you needed to. You didn’t want it to develop into a bigger issue. You needed to avoid the silence you lived in two months ago at all costs.

“T, can I ask you something?” You shyly asked as you moved your chin to rest on his chest looking up at him. He looked down into your eyes only making you more nervous. His big hand stroked up and down your spine under a t-shirt of his you were wearing.

“Yeah, course. Go on.” He instructed you. You were trying to build up some courage but it wasn’t coming. It probably was your largest insecurity before you had even met Trent and having a baby didn’t exactly help.

“Does it bother you?” You paused and he tilted his head confused at what you were asking him. “Does it bother you that my body is different now?” You timidly got the words out and buried your face in his neck nervously. You could feel his laugh vibrate in his chest beneath you. He pulled your face out from the nape of his neck with both his hands. He cupped your cheeks and held your face out in front of his.

“Baby, you have never looked better. I’m not just saying that either. Knowing and seeing you carry our child was the most unbelievably sexy thing. You now is just..” he blew some air out his mouth. Unable to properly describe how he felt but you understood the gesture.

“You sure? I promise I’m trying to work out more, it's just hard with her.” You unnecessarily tried to explain to him but he cut off your impending monologue with a kiss.

“Y/N, you are without a doubt the most beautiful women in the world to me. I can’t explain the things you do to me. When I see you with Ted. God, you look so good as a mum. You said it yourself, I genuinely cannot keep my hands off you. If you want to work out more for your health, to get stronger, I can help you. I can help you find workouts that work for you and I can help create more time for you to do it but baby, you look amazing. Do not ever, and I’m fucking serious, ever tell me your trying to look better for me again. You are perfect just the way you wake up everyday. You do not need to look any different. I fucking love you, I love this face.” He kissed you, interrupting his own words. “I love this body, I love what it gave us. Please. Okay?” He took a deep breath after talking so fast. You giggled embarrassed by his words.

“You’re sweet, T.” You cooed, cupping his face. “Can I ask you one more thing?” He nodded. “Does it feel different?” You were terrified of this answer but Trent started to laugh so it furthered your fear.

“Baby, you feel fucking amazing. Trust me. Everything is perfect. Hmm?” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him tightly squishing your body to the point where it was almost hard to breathe. “Got it?” He asked. You just giggled and he knew you understood.

December was always a really busy part of the season for Trent. Frankly, you’d never admit it to him but it stressed you out. He thrived in the chaos. Game after game. He loved the pressure of it all. Lauren was coming today and you couldn’t have been more excited for her to finally meet Teddy. Trent offered to help you get one of the guest rooms ready because you needed to feed Teddy before you went to pick up Lauren from the airport. Trent wanted to go with you because you hadn’t gotten to spend a lot of time together alone because of his schedule and because of your very needy little girl. You sat on a couch in the guest room comfortably as Trent put on fresh sheets for Lauren’s visit. Teddy latched to your chest. You were aware Trent wasn’t particularly good at sharing in the first place but the way he side eyed you and her as he made the bed had you laughing.

“T… She has to eat. I don’t know what you’re being so salty for.” You giggled caressing Teddy.

“Yeah, well you were all mine before she came around.” He feigned an annoyance towards Teddy he didn’t feel. He just was jealous of the attention. She clung to you all day and frankly, he wanted to do that. “It feels unfair to be honest. She only knows you because of me.” He walked over to you and squatted down to your level. “Can you give mummy back to me please, hmm?” He spoke to your baby. Teddy's little hand reached up to grab for him. He held her hand to stop her. She fixed her grip onto his one index finger and wouldn’t let go.

“That’s insane logic. She’s a baby, T. Very different reasons for needing me.” You looked at him laughing. You handed Teddy up to him. “Are you even listening to me?” You stood up attempting to try to fix your top. You knew he wasn’t. His jaw was slack and his eyes were glossed over staring at you.

“Honestly, no,” his eyes scanned over your body once more. He was being honest the other day, he really did find you sexy, becoming a mum did things for him he didn’t expect. He rocked Teddy back and forth but he was more focused on your tits.

“T! You need to get it together!” You laughed pulling your top up more than you needed to. “Your mum’s coming soon… relax!” you teasingly scolded him.

“Teddy girl, isn’t mummy just perfect?” He cooed, pressing a kiss to her cheek before pulling you into him by your hips. Your bodies flush together with Teddy squished in between.

“Hiii Di!” You opened the front door to let Dianne in giving her a big hug. “They’re in the living room. Thank you so much for coming over. The games have been so hectic so we thought it’d be nice to spend some time.” You had never really gotten over the embarrassment you felt trying to explain to Dianne why you and Trent wanted to be together so often. She dismissed you not caring what the reason was. She understood and she didn’t mind getting some time with her granddaughter. You had plans to pick Lauren up and grab lunch all together because it was Trent’s day off. If you didn’t do something with him today, she probably would barely see him. Lauren was staying until the end of the month and then the two of you and Teddy were flying to New York. You were petrified of flying with Teddy. You hoped she’d be okay. She was quiet and calm usually but you didn’t know how it would go so it worked that Lauren would be there to help you. Trent had a game and would be joining you a day or so later. You were excited to see your family, stock up on some US essentials but more importantly get to show you little British baby your home. It was about an half hour till you had to get Lauren so you headed off for the airport. You said bye to Teddy and she was fussy but Dianne assured you she’d be fine. Teddy just really didn’t enjoy watching you walk away from her so you snuck out to Trent’s car in the garage.

“Want me to drive?” You asked even though you knew Trent preferred to. You liked when he drove. It’s not that you didn’t like driving, you were just indifferent and Trent had such a hard stance on liking it.

“No… baby.” He squeezed your hips moving past you to walk around the car to get to the driver's side door. You hopped into the car and gripped his thigh as he reversed out of your garage. You got on the road, a route you and Trent knew all too well. As you sped down the M6 Trent flicked his eyes to you and held them there for a moment in a squint before returning them back to the road.

“Yes?” You giggled questioning his silent glance.

“When did you learn how to drive, beautiful?” When he looked at you that was what he was thinking about but he couldn’t remember the answer you had once told him.

“16… like everyone else in America, baby?” You responded confused. You thought you had told him this before.

“That’s mad, you know?” he told you, keeping his eyes fixed on the road before he tapped to change the song on the dashboard screen in the car. “You’re essentially a child then.” You looked at him a little shocked coming from the boy that had played on most of the worlds biggest stages by 18.

“It’s not” you giggled. “You got yours literally two years later. What’s so different?” You turned to look at him. He shook his head conceding that it wasn’t all that different. You listened to music for a little before you spoke again. “I like when you drive.” You cooed leaning your head onto his shoulder.

“Yeah, am I a good driver?” He asked you flattered by your admission. You thought about it for a minute.

“Erm… you’re sexy when you drive.” You giggled some more.

“Wowwwww. You can drive home then.” He joked offended you didn’t gas up how great of a driver he was.

“Wait, I just said you’re sexy!” You squealed, upset about the possibility of having to do the driving home.

“Yeah, but I already know you thought that. Didn’t say I was a good driver though did you?” He quipped with a confidence and a feigned annoyance.

“Wowww. I see.” You giggled. “You’re a very good driver, T.” Trent pulled into the arrivals area and put the car in park. “Pleassseeeeee, baby.” You pressed a bunch of wet kisses against his cheek pulling at the sleeve of his long sleeve shirt. He caved easily as expected agreeing to drive home. You watched Lauren giddily skip to your car out the doors. You got out and she screamed. You looked back at Trent and he shook his head at Lauren’s antics. You laughed and hugged her tight.

“Oh my godddd it’s mummyyyyyy” she squealed, squeezing you extra tight. “Hiii daddddy” she waved to the car to Trent. He waved back waiting patiently. You put her stuff in the boot of his car and got on your way to grab some lunch. “I cannot wait to meet your Teddy girl. I can’t believe you didn’t bring her with you!” Lauren babled away. You missed her. You missed her energy. You missed her voice honestly, her accent alone provided a lot of comfort.

“Trust me it’s for the best… Teddy isn’t the most fond of the car.” Trent laughed remembering all the times you had her in her car seat to date as she cried almost every time. You all continued to catch up on the drive. Trent and his brothers used to always make fun of the way you said Manchester. To them, you over enunciated the ‘chester’ part of the word, specifically the ‘ter.’ So he did just the same to her as she spoke. You had picked up Lauren at the Manchester Airport. It was actually closer to where your house was. Your neighborhood probably was closer to Manchester than it was to the center of Liverpool so it was easier to fly out of there. You went out to eat and sat in the back of a restaurant you loved. It was just like basic food, nothing special but solid. It wasn’t a long lunch though, you had to get back to Teddy and Dianne. You drove home and Lauren was adamant on taking over the music. Trent begrudgingly handed it over. The ride was filled with new songs she just had to show you. You got out of the car finally back at your house and Trent insisted on carrying her bags in so you two let him. Lauren squeezed your waist.

“I cannot wait to meet this little peanut!” She squealed. You walked up to the door with Trent following in tow with more bags than Lauren needed to bring for the length of her trip.

“Ready to meet my baby girl?” You laughed looking back at Lauren’s eager face and pushed your front door open. You could hear the little voice you loved babbling away in the kitchen.

“Oh my goodness, are mummy and daddy home?” You could hear Dianne speaking to Teddy as well when she heard the alarm beep as you came inside. You walked into the kitchen casually. You didn’t notice Lauren slowed almost creeping down the hallway now anxious to meet her, delaying her entrance.

“Hiiiii my Teddy bear. Are you hungry my beautiful girl?” You cooed, smushing a million kisses on her cheek as she haphazardly tried to hold a bottle Dianne was helping her with. You picked your head up and looked at Dianne. “Was she okay?” You asked with a soft smile running your hands over Teddy’s head and she nodded telling you all about their day together.

“Is there a Teddy Alexander- Arnold here?” Lauren hushly asked, walking into the kitchen.

“TAA #2 is right here” you grunted picking up Teddy from her chair. “Want to meet Auntie Lauren, baby?” Teddy adamantly clung to you excited to be back in your arms. Her mouth trying to attach anywhere on your skin, drooling on you adorably.

“Di, you remember Lauren, right?” You knew the two had met at some point but wanted to make sure everyone remembered each other's names.

“Of course, of course! How was your flight, sweetie?” Dianne cooed, coming to give Lauren a friendly hug. Lauren told her all about her eventful travels including the cute guy who sat behind her as she held Teddy for the first time. Dianne nodded along. You always thought Dianne was particularly good with girls around Trent’s age given she only had boys. You initially presumed she would be weary but she raised her sons well enough that if girls got all the way to the point of meeting her they were probably okay.

“Heard you girls are going out tonight for dinner?” Dianne asked, brushing her thumb over Teddy’s cheek as Lauren held her.

“Yeah, they’re heading out. Me and this little bear are excited to have a big night in without mummy.” Trent answered for you. He came into the room and plucked Teddy from Lauren’s arms. “Right, baby bear? Want to hang out with daddy tonight?” He cooed in a voice just for Teddy. Teddy eagerly grabbed at him with a squeak.

“I missed this.” You cooed looking in the mirror at Lauren stood behind you. You got ready in your room with her for your dinner. You felt like you were in uni again with Lauren as you gossiped. You sat on your bathroom counter as she did your hair for you.

“You just missed someone doing your hair for you.” She laughed. “I missed you too.” She concurred after her teasing. You got off the counter and inspected her work. You put on a pink sequin bralette top and a pair of jeans with a kitschy pair of black heels from Loewe. The heel looked like a birthday candle. Another lavish ridiculous pregnancy purchase. You grabbed your Chanel black flap bag per usual and did one last glance over before you and Lauren headed out.

“So you’re going to drink tonight, right?” Lauren asked excitedly. You hadn’t drank since before you found out you were pregnant. There was no time like the present and there couldn’t have been a more fun time than one with Lauren so you nodded.

“You going to be okay?” You asked Trent holding onto him into the foyer. Your arms slinked around his waist. He did the same to you but a little bolder. His hands found their place on your ass like always and you liked them there.

“Nah, you’re leaving me looking like this, how am I meant to be okay.” Trent whispered in your ear. You giggled like a flustered school girl. You kissed him before you heard a little grunt coming from Teddy. Trent scooped her up.

“Say, have fun mummy.” He cooed to her. “Doesn’t mummy look pretty, Ted?” Teddy started to realize though quite quickly that you were leaving. You could hear her breath start to shorten. She began to sniffle and work herself up before she began crying.

“Oh my poor baby, I’m sorry.” You felt horrible as she tried to reach out to you. Trent held her rocking her back and forth trying to soothe her.

“Daddy’s got you.” He told her hushly. Trent mouthed for you to go. “We’ll be alright huh, Ted?” He cooed, kissing her forehead. You felt awful, like a bad mum watching her cry as you stood there about to go out. You didn't have to leave her often, especially before bedtime.

“I’ll be right back. Okay, my Teddy bear?” You kissed her tear ridden cheeks. You actually felt like you were going to cry as you walked towards an Uber with Lauren. She picked up your hand and laced it with hers.

“She’ll be okay. She’s with T. Let’s have fun!” Lauren cooed as you slid into the car. You nodded nervously looking down at your phone background. The picture of Trent and Teddy glowing in the dark car hurt your heart. As excited as you were to be with Lauren, another part of you just wanted to be with them.

You were sitting at a small table in a Mexican restaurant about half way through your first margarita and the alcohol hit you like a truck. You were in fits of giggles with Lauren.

“Are you still talking to him?” You pressed Lauren about her very confusing relationship with Jude. You knew she was. You and Trent secretly loved hearing both sides of it. Strangely and almost impressively, they were actually really communicative and always on the same page. It was the dictionary definition of a ‘situationship’ but in your opinion you believed there were more feelings there considering how well they worked.

“I talk to a lot of people, Y/N…” Lauren shot you a glare. You laughed. Not because her comment was particularly funny but because of the unfamiliar tequila that was coursing through you by this point of your dinner.

“Yeah, but not people that are best friends with my boyfriend.” As you said the last world Lauren spoke simultaneously.

“Baby daddy” she laughed over the word ‘boyfriend’ at the same time. You laughed with her.

“Yeah that too. More to my point!” You yelped picking at another tortilla chip. “Did I tell you we finally fucked?” You bluntly stated as Lauren took a sip of her drink. She almost choked.

“You said that as if you were some sort of virgin before.” She put her glass down on the table. “just as a reminder you do have a child.” She teased you. You definitely were far from being a virgin but having sex post baby felt like a big deal.

“He’s so hot, Lauren.” You moaned out. Imagining your recent times with Trent. “Like in bed…oh my godddd. It’s honestly overwhelming how good he is” you dragged on. Lauren raised her eyebrow at your dramatics:

“Yeah, well I heard the other day.” She laughed and tapped at your arm. “I like that you act like you don’t have him in the palm of your hand.” She mocked your obliviousness to truly how much Trent loved you. You took an Uber home after dinner. To say you were drunk would’ve been an understatement. You could barely walk into your house. She needed to take your heels off otherwise you were going to fall on your face. She couldn’t risk it. Lauren was fine, maybe buzzed but she’d been drinking for the past year, you hadn’t. You crashed into your couch and wouldn’t move despite her pleas. Lauren tried and tried but ultimately she gave up. You were home safe and that was the important thing. She felt bad though so she tiptoed up the stairs. By the time you two had stumbled into the house Trent and obviously Teddy were long asleep. Lauren hesitantly knocked on the bedroom door of your room. She pushed it open a little. The light from the hallway cut in. Trent groaned and rolled over. She called out his name sheepishly.

“Laur… what are you doing?” Trent groggily moaned. He certainly didn’t anticipate seeing Lauren in his room tonight. Coming to, the abnormality of Lauren there sent a wave of nerves rushing through him. Had something happened? He sprung up. “What happened? Are they okay?” Trent hurried out of bed. Lauren laughed.

“I just can’t get her off the couch” she continued laughing as Trent almost tripped trying to get a pair of sweatpants on so fast.

“Oh…Everything is fine though?” He let out a sigh of relief. He asked coming towards her at the door.

“Yeah, she is. I think her tolerance may have lapsed a little but I just thought you'd want her to make it back to your bed and not on the couch.” She explained as they walked downstairs. “Wait… “ Lauren started to quietly laugh. She placed her hand on Trent’s chest. “Stay here, you need to hear her answers to why she won’t go upstairs.”

“Y/N, let's go to bed.” She cooed sitting down next to your frame face first laying on the couch.

“I can’t, I have a baby.” You muffled into the cushion of the couch. “She’s so beautiful you don’t understand how pretty my baby is.” You whined rolling over.

“Okay” Lauren laughed. “She’s very beautiful but she’s also upstairs. We should get you upstairs too. Come to bed.”

“I can’t go to bed with you. My husband…” you sighed and threw your head to one side rubbing your hands over your face. “Well he’s not my my husband but he iss in my head. You know?” You stuttered wasted but nevertheless in love.

“Oh yeah? Why? Do you want him to be your husband?” Lauren coaxed you on to answer in front of Trent who stood out of view but in earshot. He smiled listening to you.

“He’s so sexy. Ohh my goddd.” You groaned. “He’s sexy.” You confirmed once more. Lauren laughed, turning to look at Trent as he shrugged pretty content with your compliments.

“I just need to spend the rest of my life with him.” You whined leaning further back into the couch in a slump.

“How come?” Lauren continued to press loving when you babled away drunk.

“He’s so nice to me. No one… No one has ever made me feel” you turned your back to Lauren and grabbed one of the cushions pushing your face into it. “… happy.” You muttered out, sadly feeling defeated for letting the drunk but honest words flow out. Lauren’s lip rolled into a pout. The very humorous fun of listening to you drunk for the first time in almost a year suddenly turned into something Lauren and Trent probably hated more than anything else in the world. You were quiet until you started up again “I’m not much and I know that so I don’t expect to feel happy but he makes me feel that way. That’s why I like to be with him because he takes care of me. I really think he loves me and no one’s ever loved me. I think it’s because I’m not very pretty or something. I don’t know maybe it’s my body or… he just makes me feel more special than I am…” you babbled away. Lifelong insecurities flowed out.

“Y/N, shhhhh. You’re beautiful, kind, and smart and so many people love you.” Lauren cooed, feeling terrible. She kissed your cheek to try to lighten the mood. She turned to Trent to tell him to just come and get you now but he already moved the second he heard you start talking this way.

“Alright, alright. I’m here, baby. C’mere.” He pulled you to him, you hugged him like you hadn’t seen him in ages. “You are so beautiful. I love you so much, okay? Do you understand how loved you are… how beautiful you are?” You couldn’t tell you were far too drunk but he spoke so sternly, calmly as you clung to his strong body with your currently very frail one.

“T….” You whined ignoring his questions “you got me pregnant and we had a baby.” You grabbed his face explaining something he knew very obviously.

“Yeah, beautiful.” He tried not to laugh considering how things had turned. “Can I take you upstairs?”

“My T can take me anywhere he wants. I loveee youu, babby.” You slurred, dropping your hands to his shoulders.

“Okay, upstairs it is, drunk girl.” He scooped you up. Carrying your very limp body draped in his arms. “I love you so much.” Pressing a kiss into your hair. He held you close to his chest promising he’d take care of you. You leaned your head into him comforted by the beat of your heart. “I’ll be your husband, don't you worry.” He whispered, tucking you into your shared bed. He unzipped your top then pulled a shirt of his over your head. He sat by your side beginning to wipe your makeup off. Every feature he wiped over seemed softer than usual and more fragile. His heart broke that you felt like you didn’t deserve the love he felt for you. “You’re beautiful, baby.” He whispered before he kissed your forehead before climbing in next to you.

“Can you hold me?” You muttered out barely loud enough for Trent to hear.

“Wouldn’t let you go to sleep any other way. C’mere. Come be with me.” He shifted in your bed pulling you to him. He held you so securely. You fell asleep calmed by his slow heartbeat and breathing.

In the morning you definitely didn’t feel good. Trent let you sleep in and he handled Teddy. Trent knew you’d need rest. He cradled Teddy feeding her a bottle but she was particularly fussy. He wasn’t sure why. She wouldn’t stop crying. He tried everything.

“Please baby bear, I want mummy to get some rest.” He whispered to her. He knew he had training shortly and didn’t want to leave you with your presumed pounding head and a screaming baby. You got up when you could hear the crying. It was just maternal you woke up worried about Teddy. You walked fairly quickly to her nursery with the headache Trent assumed you had. You watched Trent from the doorway try to soothe her. She wasn’t going to stop. Teddy wanted her mum and she was going to get her mum. You wrapped your arms around Trent’s waist, surprising him. You let go though and made him hand you Teddy as you sat down onto the couch. Trent looked at you apologetically. Almost instantaneously she stopped crying. Trent gave you that sympathetic smile. You looked back at him with a face that told him it was fine. He sat next to you and gave you a cuddle. He left to go for training later in the morning after having breakfast with you and Lauren. You sat on the couch with her after holding Teddy.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Lauren cooed, placing her hand on your knee.

“What do you mean?” You asked her, confused particularly by her seriousness and gentle touch.

“Just last night made me kind of sad… I know things have been hard but I kind of thought you’d let a lot of it go” she said regrettably. You were quiet, you didn’t know what to say. You knew what she was talking about. “Your value doesn’t lie with other people. I hate that you think that way about yourself.” She spoke to you trying to fix an issue in minutes that had plagued you for years.

“I can’t Lauren. It’s the only thing that makes me who I am. It keeps me in check with reality that I’m not all that.” You minimized a massive issue with self worth.

“You are all that though. Look at your life Y/N you deserve this.” She gestured around your beautiful home. “You deserve to be happy and loved. God, Y/N does he love you. Look at what you created.” She looked at Teddy in your lap “She loves you so much. You need to as well. And Y/N if not for yourself then for her. She can’t grow up the way we did, the way you did.” Lauren was referring to the times you broke down crying together disclosing things that had happened during your childhoods. You were privileged but that wasn’t enough to cover up the scars left from emotional and physical trauma you endured. Your body image issues were deeply embedded. Lauren definitely had her fair share of hurdles to overcome as a kid, we all do in life but you really struggled with your health. You confided in Lauren and after that she became your official hype women. Committed to gassing you up for the rest of your life and today was no different.

“Teddy girl, you’re gonna believe in yourself okay? Gonna be brave and strong. Mummy too.” Lauren spoke and smiled at you both. She squeezed your thigh. You pressed a bunch of kisses all over your baby girl squeezing her tight to you.

“Got that teddy bear? We always listen to Laur.” You laughed and Teddy began to giggle. You hadn’t really heard her do a proper laugh yet. You pouted at her. “You’re so perfect. Do you know that? Oh my goodness you beautiful little girl. Listen to you giggle.” You cooed as she continued with the cutest laugh you’d ever heard. When Trent came home from training you popped up with Teddy to go greet him.

“Is daddy home?!” You cooed. Her dark brown eyes just like his lit up. Trent came in and swiftly picked her up out of your arms. He lifted her up and blew raspberries onto her tummy. She began the same giggle as she squealed and squealed. It made your heart soar every time you watched them together. Lauren was right, you had a family that loved you.

“That laugh!” Trent’s eyes widened surprised and looked at you.

“I know” you giggled. “Literally an hour ago, swear. Ted, are you happy dada’s home?” You cooed lookin at her giggling away in Trent’s hold.

“Of course, she’s happy daddy’s home. Listen to youuu, baby.” He said proudly looking at Teddy giggling in his arms snuggling her to him.

“Oh you love this too much, daddy.” Lauren teased Trent about how happy he was with Teddy and being called ‘daddy.’

“Getting nervous?” Lauren asked Trent teasingly. You went to go take a shower upstairs so whilst you did Trent and her sat in the cinema watching telly with Teddy.

“Nah… well yeah, I know she said she’d want to but I’m scared she’ll say no for some reason.” He spoke to her while focusing on Teddy. He was wrapping one of her tiny curls around his finger.

“Don’t be daft” Lauren laughed at him. She knew you’d been dreaming of the day Trent would propose since the day you started dating. His apprehension was unnecessary but she understood why he’d be nervous.

A few days later Trent was dropping you off at the airport. The same route taken again. Thank god you had Lauren. You thought you two traveled with a lot of things, traveling with a baby was that times 2.

“You sure you want to go now?” Trent asked you holding you in his arms at departures.

“Baby, it’s a little late to change plans.” You giggled tilting your head up for a kiss. He agreed but he just wanted to check. He knew you’d be fine but he was nervous sending you and Teddy to travel alone. He wanted to be there to help.

When you boarded you got to your seat in first class and Lauren helped put your carryon in the overhead. You settled in and bounced Teddy on your knee. You gave her a big kiss. She squealed with a giggle. You shut your eyes with a smile. This was going to be interesting. You didn’t realize how loud she was until you needed her to be quiet. You placed your fingers over your lips and shushed her.

“Can you be quiet for me, Teddy girl?” You couldn’t help but giggle. It was a little funny how excited she was when she got any sort of affection from anyone, specifically you or Trent. She just placed her chubby little hands on your face with a big smile. She seemed happy so as long as she stayed happy during the flight it’d be okay. You figured a baby’s laugh was much more tolerable than a cry. Lauren sat behind you and began to play peek-a-boo with Teddy as you held her. She faced towards Lauren held in your arms and was transfixed as she appeared and disappeared getting through takeoff fairly easily.

The flight was long but thankfully Teddy was in and out of sleep in your arms. When you landed you got through security with a few fits of cries but just as many giggles. You got in a car Trent had arranged to pick you up from JFK to bring Lauren to her apartment before you took it to The Plaza. It was such a full circle moment to return to the hotel you began your relationship at with your baby. You walked inside and checked in at the front desk.

“Hi, how are you?” You asked politely to the man behind the counter. “Ermm.. should be under Alexander-Arnold.” You spoke as he typed away on a computer.

“What a beautiful little girl.” The man picked his head up looking at Teddy as she sleepily hugged your neck. She was exhausted after the flight.

“Thank you.” You smiled at the man. “Can you say thank you, Teddy?” You cooed at her pinching at her pudgy tummy. You knew she couldn’t respond but you just spoke to her usually. She hid further into your neck. You laughed at her.

“Ah, yes Mrs. Alexander-Arnold, I see your room right here. We’ll have someone take your bags up for you to the penthouse.” You weren’t going to correct the man that you in fact were not Mrs. Alexander-Arnold. You understood it was easier to make the reservation under one name and hell, you were standing there holding his baby it wasn’t exactly far fetched but nevertheless it wasn’t the case. It had happened plenty of times before but it definitely caught you off guard each time. “If you could follow me, I will escort you both to your room.” You didn’t think anything of it but the fact that he booked the exact same room under Mrs. was… interesting. Maybe he was just being nice, just being Trent thinking of old times. When you opened the door there was a shockingly familiar bouquet of flowers. You knew this room, you knew these flowers. It was the second time you’d seen this big bouquet of white flowers. Lisianthus, peonies, ranunculus, roses, there were so many flowers all in white hues all perfectly placed in the most incredible arrangement you'd funnily seen before. It made you emotional remembering your first time meeting Trent and after when he had gone back to England and left the same ones for you. You tried to reel in your emotions though as a bellhop placed your luggage in the room.

“You have the sweetest daddy, huh?” You kissed Teddy. She was practically asleep on you. You FaceTimed Trent immediately. You had called him after you landed but you wanted to say thank you for this. You talked for a while before he had to go, it was getting late for you and even later for him.

“Night Mrs. Alexander- Arnold” he cooed with a wink. You just thought it was his usual cheek but Trent wasn’t joking at all. He set this all up on purpose. You just had no idea what was unfolding for you.

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‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

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Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 1 - Size of A Plum | ‘Ours’

Pancakes. That was the only thing in your mind since you went to sleep last night. It was obscenely early so Trent was still fast asleep when you slipped out of your bedroom. He had a game last night and although you knew he preferred to wake up and have a cuddle with you after being knackered from his match. Unfortunately for him, your pregnancy cravings were not going to be as understanding as you knew he would be. You tiptoed down the stairs and crept into the kitchen. You turned on the warm lights and looked out into the still dark morning outside. You moved around the kitchen seamlessly pulling out all the ingredients for blueberry pancakes. It was hard not to make any noise as you whisked the batter in a ceramic bowl but you tried your best. You knew things were still fairly easy for you this early in your pregnancy so you were cherishing the morning and moments of fleeting ease and alone time. You swayed back and forth in a pair of Trent’s joggers and a little tank top focused on getting the pancakes a perfect golden brown humming the song currently stuck in your head. You were oblivious to the fact that a sleepy Trent had snuck into the kitchen. Your heart just about stopped when you felt his warm hands come around your waist. He tucked his head onto your shoulder and rested his chin on you.

“Hi baby…” you whispered, twisting your neck to try to land a quick peck on him. Your free hand rubbed over his arms that had wrapped tightly around you. He only hummed, pressing a kiss to your bare skin. “Sorry, I really wanted pancakes. I didn’t mean to wake you up, sleepy boy.” Your thumb continued to brush his strong arms in front of you.

“Cute...” he whispered with another kiss. He squeezed you a little tighter. He thought everything you did since becoming pregnant was adorable. You personally thought your indecision and late night cravings were annoying but if he thought otherwise you weren’t going to be the one to ruin it for him. Anything you wanted, he handled it and he loved doing it. Trent would get up in the middle of the night and drive to the shop just to get the specific red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting you were thinking about. .

“I know you don’t want these.” You giggled, flipping a pancake over. You knew this was not Trent’s breakfast of choice. He hummed a ‘nuhuh’ He could barely get any words out he was so tired. You felt bad he was even standing up with you. “Want an omelet, T?” He didn’t respond, he just kissed your shoulder again. You slid the spatula under the pancake and plopped it onto a plate off to the side and turned off the burner. You spun around encased in his arms. You brought your hands up to cup his face. You rubbed your nose against his. “Can you at least go lay on the couch for me? You’re making me feel bad. I’ll come bring it over to you when I’m done.” You cooed before pressing your soft lips against his. It only elicited another hum. His eyelids were so heavy you could barely see his beautiful big brown eyes making you feel that much worse he was awake.

“Promise you’ll come be with me? I want to spend my morning with you, baby.” He slid his hands in your his joggers to lay over your ass. His hands massaged over the soft skin. You smirked at his affectionate touch. Trent was always inadvertently so touchy when he was sleepy. He was so clingy and it made you melt. It was so cute for someone who typically liked to be alone, that, in these moments, he wanted to be so close to you.

“I promise” you assured him with a kiss.

“Good” he mumbled out before letting go of you. He pressed a sleepy kiss to your cheek and turned to leave the kitchen. You watched him tiredly trudge off rubbing his hands over his eyes. His exposed back muscles looked really really good. You swooned at him doused in morning light. When you were finished cooking, you quietly shuffled over to the living room. You didn’t know if he might’ve fallen back asleep because it was so dark in the room but he was there nestled up in the corner of the couch watching the tv. He just hadn’t been able to manage turning on any lights.

“Can I turn a light on?” You whispered, carrying two plates and waters under your arm. He nodded. So you awkwardly turned them on holding the food. You sat down next to him and put everything down on the coffee table. You tucked your legs into a crossed position and settled back into the big cushion behind you. Trent was ironically quick with his sleepy movement to come and collapse over into your lap. He laid over your legs turning his head to your body away from the tv. He kissed at your bare stomach.

“I’m sorry” he murmured out against your skin between kisses.

“For what?” You giggled looking down at him stroking your hand over his head.

“I should be taking care of you…” you could tell in his tone that he genuinely felt really guilty. He liked his sleep. He didn’t need to feel bad for that. You wanted him to get some rest. You didn’t need him this morning. If you did, you probably wouldn’t have wanted to wake him after a match but you might’ve asked.

“It’s okay, I’m okay.” You promised him continuing to stoke his face.

“Thank you” he said before sitting up right. His hand came to hold your jaw and turned your head towards him. He kissed your lips gently before turning to his plate. He took the first bite and gave a dramatic ‘mmmmm’ in delight at the taste of his omelet. “How lucky am I to have you, Ms. Y/L/N” you just giggled at how ridiculous he was. It was only eggs. You wiped the side of his mouth with your thumb. You ate your breakfasts together and then snuggled up laying on the couch for the rest of the morning. You gazed up at him and he just looked so comfy. He looked sleepy and happy but also just so at home. You knew he literally was at his home but you felt it was nice to see him so relaxed. You nuzzled up into his chest and laid practically on top of him as he watched sky sports tick on about something happening in La Liga. He was so warm and he smelt so good you felt yourself becoming intoxicated by it, falling into the same state of sleepy relaxation he was in. He rubbed his hands over you slowly and over time his hands found their way underneath your thin tank top.

“You look good today” he cooed as he drowsily kissed you all over.

“Just today?” You cheekily teased. Lifting your head a little to see him not particularly impressed with your joke so early.

“Everyday” he confirmed anyway with a more substantial peck of his lips on your head. “You doing okay, beautiful?” He asked, thinking about the passing weeks and early stages of the pregnancy. You just hummed a ‘mmhmm’ and he was too tired to press for something more. “Our baby is so lucky. Going to have the most beautiful mummy.” Followed by more kisses. You didn’t even realize you were falling to sleep but being in his loving embrace had that effect. It probably was from how early you had gotten up but no matter you were out like a light soon after his the last words rang in your head. Trent kept you on his chest stroking his warm hands up your back until he decided to wiggle out from under you to get up. You moaned a little but he just gave you a kiss and tucked you in with a blanket. You curled right up, staying asleep, unconsciously okay with the new arrangement. He picked up the finished plates and brought them back to the kitchen and did the dishes. Trent was really good about pulling his weight with any household things like dishes or laundry. He wasn’t the best at them but he did them and you appreciated it. You did them more often just simply out of how much more time you were home compared to him but since the pregnancy he’d been so considerate trying to make sure you didn’t have to do anything at home. He sat at the kitchen island on his phone for a little before he trotted back over to you.

“Baby, George asked if I wanted to play FIFA with the lads. Do you care?” He whispered sitting down next to your frame as he stroked your arm laying overtop the blanket. Your eyes were barely able to flutter open.

“Why are you asking… yes?” You groaned confused he was waking you up for this. He laughed mocking your dramatic ‘yes’ before he got up and left for the cinema with a particularly wet kiss you winced at. When you woke up an hour or so later you scrolled aimlessly on your phone. You got a little notification from an app that your baby was about the size of a plum now. It made your heart flutter. That was so cute to imagine. You couldn’t wait to tell Trent but for now you knew he was in the middle of a game with friends. You lounged around until you got an unexpected FaceTime from your best friend, Lauren.

“Guess who's coming to see you!” She squealed

“Oh my god! Really?” You echoed her excitement.

“Yesss, I’m flying over in a few weeks…” she began to rant about how excited she was to go out and bang… it hit you. You hadn’t told Lauren you were pregnant yet. In a few weeks you wondered what size fruit your baby would be by then. You wouldn’t be able to go out the way you normally did. You promised you’d tell her first when this happened… How were you going to do this? You certainly weren’t going to tell your best friend over FaceTime. “Can you come to London?” Her voice cut your train of thought in half. She rattled off the exact dates she was going to be in the UK.

“Oh… erm, I should be able to. I have to check with T, like what’s he’s doing or…” you kind of babbled trying to think of you had any appointments or what Trent would think of you going or telling her about the pregnancy so early. There was so much going through your mind. Normally you wouldn’t think twice about a trip to see Lauren. “If he needs me at home. I should be able to. Sorry.” You shook your head at how silly you sounded.

“Wow…so domestic, it's giving wife.” She joked and you rolled your eyes. She said she could come up to see you if London was difficult for you. She didn’t understand why you were being weird but regardless she wanted to see her best friend if she was in the same country. You had to make a plan.

When you hung up the phone, you realized you needed to shower and get off this couch. You could hear Trent’s friend yelling about their game from the cinema as you walked by. You jogged upstairs and hopped in. As you stood under the water watching it cascade over your boobs you became increasingly more aware of your changing hormone levels. The sexual desire you were experiencing in the last few weeks was off the charts. You felt like you were horny all the time. Your nipples were so hard, completely unprovoked. You stared down at your stomach. You didn’t really have a bump yet but you felt like you could tell. You felt incredibly needy and desperate to be taken care of. When you stepped out of the shower you didn’t really bother with clothes. You were wearing hardly anything when you ran down the stairs directly to the cinema determined to find the boy you knew would take care of you. You stood in the doorway watching Trent playing fifa with all his friends online. You whined his name quietly and sheepishly.

“Mates, hold on.” Trent said to his friends. He turned toward you and smiled, unknowing of your plan. You walked over to him casually after he acknowledged you and just sat down on his lap immediately making out with him. He was taken aback but didn’t exactly stop you. His hands wrapped around your waist as yours ghosted under his shirt. You were sloppy and eager. He pulled away laughing. “I’m in the middle of a game, baby.” You tried to go in for another kiss, beginning to grind down on his lap subtly. He turned his head away from you with a big smile. “Okay, okay. C’mere.” He couldn’t stop laughing at your antics but insistently pulled you into a hug tucking his chin over your shoulder onto your back. You huffed at the rejection but sat on his lap anyways settling for his proximity, time being. Trent ran his hands up your bare back very quickly noting you weren’t wearing a bra before he picked up his controller again. He listened to the boys on the line discussing the game they were about to start playing. He pulled back from your embrace quickly to look at your desperate face with his smug one before they began the game.

“Aren’t you cold? You're not wearing very much, baby.” You shook your head ‘no.’ As much as Trent was committed to playing the game with his friend he wasn’t opposed to you sitting on his lap right now. In fact, he was particularly happy with your choice of clothes or lack thereof. He was going to make this as great for him and as hard for you as possible. “Sure you're not cold?” You shook your head ‘no’ again. “Well, if you're not… You might as well not be wearing this at all then, yeah?” You smirked at him, happy with the direction of his words thinking you were getting what you wanted. “Yeah, let’s get this off.” He cooed, pulling your shirt off over your head. You sat in front of him completely on display for Trent now. “You look so good, baby” he whispered with his hands stroking up your sides, eyes glued to your bare top half. His friends were about to start the fifa match when you wrapped your arms around him pushing your tits against him while rubbing yourself down on his thigh as Trent attempted to pay attention to what everyone was saying about the game. You could feel him getting harder as you cuddled into him, nibbling on his neck. He needed to adjust his dick now so he shuffled in the chair. You pouted at him unhappy with the change. You wanted to whine but you didn’t know if his mic was on.

“George, gimme one minute.” Trent barely got the words out. It was hard to think straight with your current state. He muted himself.

“Can you be quiet for me, beautiful?” He looked at you so seriously with lust burning behind his eyes. Your eyes lit up. You zipped over your mouth locking it with your hand. You couldn’t wait to see what he was about to do. You felt your mouth water. He pulled his hard cock that was about to start leaking precum out. “Want to sit first or can I start, baby?”

“You can start. I’ll be a good girl.” You whispered. Trent told his friends he was good to go. He started the game. You wasted no time lining his cock up with your wet entrance. You sank yourself down on his length carefully. The two of you silently gasped feeling him slip between your wet folds inside. You were slow but it wasn’t long until he filled you to the hilt. He felt so fucking big and then… he didn’t move. You panicked coming to realize you were in for it.

“Such a good girl f’me.” He whispered. You wanted to moan or move. Anything. You were absolutely dripping on him. It felt like ages you were sitting there desperately. You impatiently kissed his neck trying your best to persuade him to do something. Everytime you would take your efforts to far he would tease you more. It was excruciatingly and deliciously painful. The FIFA game clock was counting down. He was gonna be done soon, he knew that, you didn’t, so when he began to thrust up into you, you bit his neck harshly in an attempt to muffle the noises you were dying to let out. He hissed at the feeling of your teeth against his skin.

“You good Trentski?” One of the boys asked, caught off guard by the noise.

“Yeah, yeah dropped something” he lied followed by a little snicker.

“Another game?” Another boy asked when they finished.

“Eh sorry, bro, I’m out. I gotta go lads” Trent spoke pulling you off his chest to see you. You smiled deviously at him. “Yeah, lads, I gotta go, I'm sorry.” His hands worked up your body to come and tease your nipples. Your mouth dropped into a pleasurable ‘o.’

“Alright, bro. See you later. Bye, Y/N.” George cooed. He could tell immediately by the change in Trent’s tone and breath. You giggled at George before you gasped when Trent thrusted up once more, turning off his game.

“What do you need?” He whispered. His low, raspy voice sent waves of pleasure all over your body. Your body responded to him like it was his… in fact, it was his. You didn’t respond as you tried to bounce on his cock. He held you still by your hips firmly down on him. “Answer me, baby” he demanded.

“Can I ride you, please.” You whined still trying to move against him.

“Yeah, beautiful. You can, go on.” He shushed you softly, letting go over your hips running his hands down the curve of your ass. As much as Trent was in control right now he couldn’t help but feel a little hypnotized by your body as you began to ride him. You shut your eyes tight with your mouth agape as your tits bounced. The sight was enough to make him cum. You flashed your eyes up to look at him. The look in your eyes made Trent tense. “Oh baby, don’t give me that face. I’m not gonna last.” He grunted out. He slapped your ass and you smirked. You moaned at the second. You squeezed your pussy tighter around him feeling him twitch inside you. “Fuck baby, squeezing me so tight. You want to cum for me? Let me feel you cum on my cock, baby, please.” He begged. He knew exactly what to do, what to say to get you there.

“Ah fuck. T… T… oh my god. T…” you moaned feeling the tight knot in your stomach snap.

“There you go. Say my name, beautiful. Tell me who this pussy needed.” Your eyes rolled back. You couldn’t do anything but give into your next orgasm building up. The room filled with the sound of your skin slapping. It didn’t take long for your pussy to clench around his cock pulling his orgasm from him. He cursed as he filled you. His cum painted your was white. Your sensitive pussy overflowing with both of your juices.

“Holy shit, baby.” You whined. As he stilled inside of you finishing out his high. He collapsed his head into the valley of your boobs when he was done. You thought you were done, until you felt him starting to suck on your nipples.

“C’mon let’s go again, baby. Need you.” Trent muffled into your tits. He picked you up by your ass and held you up aligning your dripping core with his hardening cock. He fucked up into again for a while before you could feel that familiar knot tightening again.

“Oh my fucking god, T! I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum all over your cock, baby!” You moaned, feeling your pussy clench around his pulsing cock.

“That’s it, baby. Let me make you cum. Let me hear you. Cum on my cock.” Trent groaned as he continued hitting onto your sensitive nipples. You panted overwhelmed with the feeling. “You’re such a good girl f’me.” His thrusts started to become sloppy feeling his own release approaching. Your legs with a quivering mess, your toes curling at the mind blowing delectation you were experiencing.

You moaned when you felt a second orgasm crash over you. You threw your head back, your dripping pussy clenching deliciously around his cock. His thrusts didn’t seize, continuing to drill your pussy with the need to reach his own release

“Fuck, Y/N. I’m gonna cum, baby. Take it f’me. Take it like a good girl.” His orgasm quickly approached. He watched your beautiful face. You were completely in a daze. Your eyes were half lidded looking at him. You were so in love with him. “You’re mine. You’re all mine.” Trent groaned as he came for a second time. He stilled exhausted. You collapsed your head onto his shoulder and held onto him. After awhile he pulled your sticky body off his for a moment to pull himself out. He groaned at the sight of his soaked cock. He sat back in his chair admiring his view. You straddled over him sweaty, panting, dripping. You cuddled up to him. You relished in the warmth that was radiating off your naked bodies. This was all he ever needed, you completed his existence.

“You know what I was thinking?” You giggled while walking to the kitchen for water. You finally were coming back to reality although still completely spent.

“What’s that, pretty girl?” Trent said, squeezing your side before sitting on a chair at the kitchen island. He pulled you in between his legs giving you a childish full toothy smile. You began to ramble. He just liked to listen to you. Your voice and accent were comforting. He didn’t really care what the topic was. He just wanted to hear what your thoughts were, your opinions, the way your mind worked. He loved hearing you talk and he let you just smiling at your animated face. You giggled and his chest warmed. He wanted the sound to be on loop for him forever. He never wanted you to not be giggling with him. He held you in the kitchen while you babled away completely smitten and enamored by you. You were the only woman he ever wanted.

At the end of the week, you and Trent were attending an event in Manchester. It was a gala for a charity a friend was having. It was massive; a ton of people you didn’t know would be there. The second you heard about it you began to worry about hiding your bump. You were keeping the pregnancy quiet for now. Trent wasn’t keen on going to the event but he had to. He was really anxious and while you usually would go with him regardless you definitely were going to this one just to hold his hand to make him feel better. He wasn’t crazy about big social gatherings. Neither were you but Trent especially hated it. You weren’t loving the way you had been looking lately. You felt so uncomfortable in your own skin. It made you apprehensive about the event but if your company made Trent less nervous you were going to be there. You put on a strapless black gown that hugged your figure perfectly but the thickness of the material made it so it wasn’t clinging to your growing stomach. It had a high slit on one side that exposed your thigh and gave a glimpse at the pair of heels you were in. You had gotten your nails done earlier in the week and asked Trent what color to get when you couldn’t decide. He told you he liked when you got a pink you usually wore. You could’ve made that decision on your own but you liked to have his opinion. As he held your hand in the car on the way to the event that night his fingers stroked over your long nails smiling that his opinion mattered to you. As Trent helped you step out of the car you felt the warmth of the camera’s lights. The photographers out front snapped away. Trent kept his hand on the small of your back as you walked towards them. His touch always made you feel more secure. He made you comfortable no matter where you went together but especially in these situations where the media was there to cover your every move. He looked down at you and rubbed his thumb over your back. He dropped his hand off your back and came to grab yours. He squeezed it to let you know he was with you. He really thought you were the one helping him but it couldn’t have been more opposite. He was the only reason you could manage something like this. You just stared up at him in a daze, just completely and utterly obsessed with him. When you were inside, he introduced you to people he knew through football. He kept you close to him. Despite your anxiety, you were naturally very good with people. They were drawn to you. People often described you to be pretty like a doll, like a model or ballerina. Your slicked back bun tonight really reinforced that imagery. You radiated a glow that had men drooling and women envious. Trent always felt really proud to have you by his side at these events. His big brown eyes watched as you spoke. He loved the sound of your saccharine voice as you spoke to the people you just had met while they rapidly fell in love with you. The way you moved and the way you carried yourself was perfection personified. Like the rest of the room, he was completely captivated by you. Trent was transfixed on you the whole night. The Van Clef necklace Trent gave you when he asked you to be his girlfriend laid over your protruding collarbones illuminated. He smiled everytime it caught the light reminding him you were his. You weren’t even sure he knew anyone else was at the event but you. You stood up from your seat to bop to the bathroom quickly. Trent stood up with you worried you weren’t feeling well but you assured you simply only had to pee. Happy you were actually okay he sneakily gave your ass a light slap. You rolled your eyes at his cheek. When you walked into the restroom there were 3 girls all at the mirror touching up their makeup so you just smiled before picking a stall. You were almost finished when you overheard them talking.

“Did you see that Trent Alexander-Arnold is here tonight?” They grabbed your attention immediately. You tried to be quiet to listen a little bit closer.

“Yeah, I think he was with a girl though… is he taken? I honestly don’t follow footie but he’s well fit” One girl responded to the other.

“I’ve been DMing with him. I don’t care. Fucking on the low” You almost audibly gasped. Your mouth hung open. You felt emotions rush behind your eyes. Tears filled your lash line but you blinked a few times trying to focus on listening to what they said next.

“Stop… no fucking way. You are?” One girl squealed at the other’s confession. They were freaking out for their friend while you felt like you were going to be sick.

“In case you were wondering… to no surprise the dick is perfect.” That was it. You felt absolutely broken. You didn’t know if you were going to pass out, get sick, cry, or maybe all three at once. After a while listening to them gush about one girl being Trent’s sneaky link they left the bathroom. You just stayed put. Trent was starting to get worried where you were. Your phone was buzzing uncontrollably with texts from him. You tried to pull yourself together. You stared in the mirror looking at yourself. What the fuck were you meant to do now. You had always worried about what would happen if things ever fell apart but you had kind of thought you had moved past that possibility until this very moment. You stared at the tears rolling down your face pulling your makeup down with them. What were you supposed to do now that you heard he was cheating on you. You were shaking, gripping onto the bathroom counter. Were you supposed to say something? Were you supposed to go back to the US? Were you supposed to raise the growing baby in your stomach on your own? The tears kept falling. You decided you would pull yourself together, tell Trent you're leaving, get home and stay in a guest room until you figured out if you should stay or not. Your heart felt like it was in a million pieces. You wiped the tears from under your eyes and reapplied your lipstick. Taking a few breaths, you walked out the restroom door eyes fixed on the floor trying your very best to keep the tears from flooding back. That plan fell apart almost immediately when you picked your head up and were met with Trent standing in front of you.

“Are you okay, baby? I was so worried.” He cooed, stepping towards you. You held your hands up in protest. Your eyes began to water.

“You were worried?!” You shot back at him. His brow furrowed confused by your tone and the look on your face.

“Is it the baby? Is everything okay?” He was genuinely distressed. He didn't like the look you were giving him but he put it aside for the moment concerned about his future child unknowing of the girls you had just encountered.

“No… it was the girl you’ve been fucking in the bathroom.” You quipped. His face twisted in confusion. Were you kidding? He obviously wasn’t fucking anyone else. He was either with the team or cuddled up to you. He didn’t have any interest in other women and frankly he didn’t have the time to entertain one.

“What the fuck are you on about? I’m not cheating on you.” He batted back at you incredibly confused and incredibly innocent. You only rolled your eyes, not impressed with his response. Trent was fuming but he was more concerned about your current condition. “You’re the love of my life. You’re the mother of my child. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. You think I’m that stupid to fuck this up? That someone else would even have a shot with me when I have you?” He spoke sternly but not aggressively. “I barely even know any people here!”

“I don’t know maybe you would, it seems you definitely do know someone. She said you’ve been DMing her.” You muttered out, starting to question the truth of the girl in the bathroom’s words seeing Trent’s confusion.

“I’ll be happpy to show you my fucking DMs but that’s insane baby this isn’t true and you shouldn’t believe that it is. You need to believe me. Who is she… where is she?” You sensed his anger seep into his words as he started to question who the fuck was trying to ruin his happy relationship for in an attempt for some clout.

“I don’t want to see your DMs.” You quivered out starting to cry. You were too tired to deal with this. Too emotional to try to sort through what you were feeling.

“She’s lying. Just wanted attention, beautiful, C’mere.” He pulled you into him. He held you tight. “I love you so fucking much. I didn’t even know there were other women out in the world anymore. Only you.” He laughed a little and you did in response hearing the sweet sound. “I am never going to hurt you. I never would. You’re all mine baby and I’m all yours.” Your heart beat started to slow wrapped in his embrace. You were his from the moment he met you and you should’ve remembered that.

“Can we just go home?” you whispered. The words were tiny and fragile. Trent pouted seeing your tear stained face. His pout turned into a soft frown when he looked down at you.

“Yeah, of course. I’m sorry, baby. It’s unfair you always have to deal with this shit.” He cooed, keeping you close to him as you walked. You were on your way out when curiosity got the better of Trent. “So… who am I fucking?” You scanned the room and pointed at the women you had seen in the bathroom. “Not even my type.” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You slapped at his chest.

“It’s not funny, T!” You giggled. You knew he felt bad and was using humor to try to lighten the mood. Trent would never cheat on you. You believed him wholeheartedly but when things like this happened it was hard not to feel hurt by hearing girls talk about him like that. He understood but he did nothing but reassure you were the only one. At the end of the day it was you he always came home to. You were his whole world. You were his dream come true.

“You okay?” Trent whispered as you laid on his chest back at home tucked in your bed. His hands rubbing up and down your bareback under a shirt of his you were wearing.

“Right here? Yeah, I am.” You confirmed that you felt safe in his arms. The night didn’t go particularly well but it was all okay now.

“Good, it’s where you’re staying. Not going anywhere, baby.” He whispered as you hid yourself in the nape of his neck. You muttered an ‘okay’ quietly. Trent held you tight to him engulfing you in his embrace. He hoped you could feel how much he loved you in the way he held you. He hoped you could feel it in the way his arms wrapped you like they were always meant to be right there. “I’m yours forever. Forever and ever, all yours” he cooed. You could feel your chest warm as you cuddled a little closer to him. “I mean it, baby. I appreciate you so much, you have no idea. I’m so sorry about tonight. It’s so unfair to you” for a moment, his eyes look a little glassy, swimming in guilt. “I really, really am.” You felt bad that he felt so guilty. He couldn’t control what other people said about him. Sure, tonight was not a fun experience but it wasn’t so bad now back in his arms. You squeezed him tighter letting him know it was okay. “Gonna let go of me tonight?” He laughed at the tightness of your hold.

“No, never.” You giggled only squeezing him more.

“Okay, good” he muffled into your hair with a kiss. You let your senses dull, clinging to him. You absently listened to the rain falling outside comforting you when you were in his steady arms.

“Do you know the baby is the size of a plum now?” You spoke softly to Trent with a quiet giddy giggle. He hummed and pulled your head off his chest and towards him. He pressed his soft lips to yours and you melted. You fell asleep that night not worried about the girl in the bathroom but safe with the boy in your bed.

You sat at Trent’s home match a few days later. You were with Tyler in the seats outside the box. You were freezing. You sniffled brushing your icy red nose. You watched the minutes tick by until the ref blew his whistle for the first half to end. Tyler asked if you wanted anything to drink and you awkwardly declined. He furrowed his brow at you but accepted your answer. You typically drank at matches with Trent’s brothers so it was a little odd. You still hadn’t told either of your families, or literally anyone yet and it was becoming more and more difficult. You scrolled on your instagram when Tyler popped inside. You saw a Liverpool fan account had tagged you in a photo sitting in the stands today. It wasn’t anything new but you started to worry the general public might deduce you were pregnant before you got the chance to tell everyone on your own terms. The game went on and little shivers ran through your body, down your spine, and all you could do was clench your chattering teeth and dig your nails into the skin of your palms. Heavy rain fell onto the pitch without mercy. You were cold just looking at Trent all wet but to his credit, he looked really really good like that. When the game finished Trent came up to the box as always. You stood waiting in one of his hoodies. It was unreasonably soft and you had stolen it about a day after he got it. Trent didn’t mind. He liked to see you in his clothes. You looked so comfy in them pulling the sleeves over your hands almost drowning in the fabric. He came into the box and he looked at you all warm and cozy. He had never wanted to hug you more than he did right now. Seeing you in his clothing sent a tremor of pure warmth through his chest. It started in his heart and spread throughout his entire body. He couldn’t bring himself to resist the soft curl of his lips, gazing at you so lovingly. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a kiss. As you left Anfield with him you held his hand walking to the car park. Your anxiety from the instagram post still lingered.

“T… You think I should still come to games when my bump starts to show more?I feel like people are already staring.” You cooed looking up at Trent before he went to unlock the car.

“Nah, baby. Maybe stop being so beautiful and people will stop staring.” He laughed, not taking your question very seriously. You gave him a knowing look. He walked with you to the passenger side to open the door for you. You silently thanked him and got in. “Alright, alright. I get what you’re saying though. We’ll play it by ear. Okay?” He cooed, coming to sit in the driver's seat before throwing his white Goyard wash kit into the back. You hummed and just smiled looking at him, focusing on reversing out of the parking spot. He was so unfairly pretty doing the most mundane things. The sharpness of his jawline, the pout of his lips, the way his eyes glimmered, all wildly unfair. Trent was exhausted when you got home. He laid dramatically on the bed while you massaged his feet mindlessly sitting at the end. You stopped your hands on his foot and began to work up his leg. He groaned in satisfaction feeling your hands on him. Your horniness lately had been hard to control, you just always wanted him to be naked and this moment was no exception. He looked so good and that’s when you found yourself with his cock down your throat.

“Fuck… baby I’m gonna cum.” He groaned out. You didn’t want him to cum like this. You had other plans. So you slowly drew off him and he looked at you wide eyed and desperate. You sat back and proceeded to knead your tits, wrapping them around his cock, Trent’s eyes only widening more. You began your efforts to make him cum all over your tits. You slowly massaged your boobs up and down his cock. Intently squeezing them tightly around him.

“You like fucking my tits, T?” You moaned as you continued working your tits on his pulsating cock.

“Fuck! So so much, baby. You’re gonna make me cum. Gonna let me cum on your perfect tits, baby?” The sight of your boobs engulfing his cock so snug between them erased nearly every thought in his mind

“Cum all over my tits, baby” With that he stilled as he pumped his cum all over you. He moaned out your name repeatedly. Trent’s head fell back and he laid motionless. His chest rising and falling exasperated.

“Jesus, that was so fucking hot” Trent panted. Attempting to regain control of his breath. His tired gaze shifted to a lustful one. He was trying to wrap his head around the image in front of him. You played with the cum on your chest with your fingers swirling it over your nipples before bringing them to your lips. You climbed over top of him watching his cock spring back to life. He pulled you down into a kiss. He rolled you over on the bed to be in top of you. “Where do you want my cum now, baby? Hmm?” He cooed caressing your body. You gave him a mischievous smile with heavy eyelids. God, he fucking loved you. His big brown eyes met yours, your breathing getting heavier and heavier. Your nails dug into his back muscles as he slid inside of you. Your back arched off the bed with a gasp. He rocked into you. Trent’s cock stretched you deliciously hitting the spot only he knew. The squelching sound of your skin slapping against each other.

“You look so fucking good carrying my child, baby.” He grunted looking down at your perfect body. “Gonna fill you up. Fill my pussy up with my cum again.” You felt the knot in your stomach about to snap when Trent guided his hand down between your bodies and seamlessly rubbed tight circles on your clit. You moaned out in pleasure.

“There you go, baby. Cum f’me. Make a fucking mess on my cock.” He commanded you. Only he could make you feel this good. He continued to thrust into you relentlessly when you began to tremble underneath him. “Just like that. There you go.” Your pussy dripping all over him just the way he loved. It wasn’t long before he was close to his own release. You had the boy totally whipped, he was obsessed with you and your pussy. He presses his body weight down on you. He buried grunts into your neck before he moved his face closer to yours pulling you in for a messy kiss. Suddenly all at once he came inside you. His cock pulsed, his cum spilling inside of you in thick ropes, he could barely breathe as your pussy squeezed around him more. He gave a few more sloppy thrusts before you both stilled.

“I love you so much.” You panted out of breath before you both went quiet for a little absolutely exhausted. Trent laid down next to you and pulled your limp body back into his. He peppered kisses onto your hair. You cuddled up to him so comfortable, so full, so tired. “My baby” you murmured softly against his skin. You kissed his bare chest. “My sweet, sweet baby.” Trent was so vulnerable with you. He was often so tough and guarded but he loved when you called him things like that. He was more sensitive around you then he led on, you made him soft. He held you tighter, rubbing his hand over your stomach.

“That I am. All yours.” He cooed with a small smile playing on his lips. His eyes fixed on your stomach. “Our little plum.” He giggled and you pouted at how cute it was. You felt yourself starting to drift off, lulled by the warmth of your bodies, the sound of his slowing heartbeat, and the love you felt. “Get a good sleep, beautiful. I have a surprise for you tomorrow…”

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‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

Index:

Chapter 1 - Size of A Plum

Chapter 2 - With a ‘U’ or an ‘O’

Chapter 3 - Auntie Laur and A Very Drunk Boy

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 4 - Baby Dior | ‘Ours’

“Thank you for coming over for dinner tonight. If you came from 7 hours away or 7 minutes away, Y/N and I really appreciate it. Erm… we do have some news we wanted to share with our all, our families.” Trent smiled and looked at you. You squeezed his arm reassuring him that you were okay. “We've been discussing this for some time, so we’re absolutely buzzing…” he paused and looked at you again offering you the moment.

“So yeah, this… erm, sorry a little nervous.” You quivered, shaking some. Trent pressed a kiss to your forehead whispering to you that everything was okay. You watched Marcel’s eyebrows raise interested, your sister's cheeks rose from a smile of anticipation, Tyler leaning forward in his chair, your dad leaning back in his. You watched as a caterer placed a little white box in front of everyone’s seat. The whole table inspected the plain carton in front of them. “So, if you wouldn’t mind opening up the little boxes in front of each of you. Hopefully, you’ll be excited with us come this Fall as we are…” you paused. You could hear the thick material of the boxes being plied open over the muffled music outside. Then you heard the first breath get sucked in from your mum. “We are expecting a baby!” You got out fairly confidently. Collectively there were a lot of gasps and ‘oh my gods.’ You giggled a little as Trent held you closer in support. In each box there were respective things for each person pertaining to their role in your baby’s life i.e being an uncle, a grandmother, an aunt. With the little gifts was also the ultrasound. On each one you had written a little blurb.

‘Baby Girl Alexander-Arnold coming this Fall!’

In Marcel’s box you felt the need to include a little white sticky note on the photo as well.

‘Yes, this was planned’

It was cheeky and it made him smile that you knew him well enough to know he’d be a little taken aback by all this coming at him. Dianne thought she was going to have a heart attack. She grabbed your mum's hand and your mum was in the same boat.

“A baby girl!” She yelled astonished, standing up. She ran over to you first. She gave you the tightest hug you’ve ever been given before she released you to give possibly a tighter one to Trent. You picked your head up to see everyone impatiently waiting to say congratulations asking a million questions but your dad caught your eye. He was at the end of the table unmoved with tears in his eyes. You got up and squeezed Trent’s shoulder before walking over to him. You crouched next to his chair and put your hand on his arm.

“Oh, dad… ” you whispered sympathetically . Your mum walked around you placing a kiss on your cheek before going over to Trent. She wanted you to have your moment alone with your dad. You had such a special bond with him. Your whole family was close but this was really different from your relationships with your mum and sister. You were so similar. You learned with him, you explored the world with him. He was your best friend, your role model, the first man you truly loved with your whole heart and in a twist of fate and the heat of one summer he in a way brought you to Trent. Without him you would’ve never known those big brown eyes on 78th Street.

“I’m so proud of the women you’ve grown up to be. So incredibly kind and loving. You’ll be the most amazing mother to a very lucky girl.” Tears started to fill your eyes as he spoke quietly only to you. He wiped away his own before he did yours. His approval was all you ever wanted. He gave you everything you could ever want in a life, in a backwards way he introduced you to Trent. He was the best parent you could ask for and unknowingly also a wingman. The fact that you were about to embark on your own parental journey was surreal.

“She’ll be lucky to have the most amazing grandad too.” You cooed leaning your head onto his shoulder.

“I guess I’ll have myself an official born and bred Red now I suppose.” He joked. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before he picked himself up from his seat to go give Trent a hug and you followed.

“Congratulations, honestly. I couldn’t be happier for you two. It’s so important that you have each other on this journey.” You could feel your dad shifting into a mode you knew well. One where he was speaking vaguely before diving into something he had been harboring. “I’d like to request that my visits to see my granddaughter will be at Anfield.” He joked and gripped Trent’s shoulder in a way that made you quickly squeeze his opposite arms hand.

“Trent, come here a minute.” You heard your dad say it and you got nervous for Trent you couldn’t imagine what he was possibly feeling. Trent went over and your dad wrapped his arm around his shoulder and they walked off away from your families. You were in a conversation with your mum and Dianne but mentally you were somewhere else trying to read Trent’s lips and monitor your dad’s body language.

“Do not want to be in that discussion.” Marcel quipped seeing Trent’s face fall into a more serious mold. He was sitting with Tyler and your sister trying to eavesdrop.

“Yeah impregnating his daughter isn’t exactly the best way to win a dad over is it?” Your sister laughed also starting to watch their conversation closely.

“Nah it’s not.” Tyler laughed. “Trenty can hold his own though he’s got the prem trophy on his side. Your dad can’t forget that.” Tyler sarcastically but maybe seriously commented, your sister couldn’t tell. Their conversation lulled to only small comments about what they thought they overheard.

“I trust you wholeheartedly on the pitch every weekend. I’d like to think I can trust you just the same with my daughter and my granddaughter every day of their lives.” Your dad spoke sternly towards Trent looking over his shoulder at you caressing your belly. You looked beautiful and healthy. He meant what he said earlier. He was so proud of you. He wanted to threaten Trent. Scare him. As kind and humorous as your dad was, he definitely had a fire that made him absolutely terrifying. Like the man you’d see at the pub you wouldn’t want to piss off. Trent was polite and considerate listening intently hanging into every word your dad said. He couldn’t exactly understand the emotion though. He watched your dad rant about how special you were and Trent agreed but it was a slightly different form of affection. Trent was wrapping his head around the fact that he was going to be a dad, that he would have a daughter, that he would have this conversation someday. Trent swore, promised, vowed he would take care of you and your babygirl and also in true form, never without some humor your dad also insisted Trent promised England would win the next World Cup. Your dad believed him about taking care of you and only partially about the World Cup. They returned to the party, your dad more at ease, Trent more on edge.

Your house was so full for the rest of the week. Your mum began helping start the nursery, your sister and you in fits of giggles trying to sort out how to dress for the upcoming match of Trent’s you were going to in Spain, your dad and Trent watching the remainder of other leagues seasons. Suddenly their 4 day stay was over, the house was quiet, it was strange to have your family there one day and gone the next. You didn’t realize how much you missed them, especially your sister. You made a promise you’d be better about seeing each other in person more.

After your family left there was only about a week and half until you were flying with Marcel to the Champions League Final in Madrid. This very well could be the year Trent and Liverpool won the treble; The English Premier League, The FA Cup, and after this 90 odd minutes, The Champions League. You arrived at the stadium. It was bustling. It was busy, nosy, everything you didn’t want to experience thrust into one place; large men pushing around, alcohol everywhere, smoke and flares in the air. It wasn’t ideal but there was nowhere else you wanted to be. If you weren’t months into a pregnancy the atmosphere would be exciting, almost beautiful in the way it energized the air. Trent had won this before but there was no problem with winning it again. Liverpool was playing AC Milan and it was bound to be a good game. You and Marcel weaved your way up to your concourse. Since Marcel found out you were pregnant he had been almost as protective as Trent. You weren’t sure that was possible but he was a close number 2. The joke that you spent more time with him probably was more true than you’d like to admit. He had become one of your best friends in England. He was like a little brother, as much as you loved to razz the other or pick fights, you loved him unconditionally and vise versa. He would do anything to keep you safe. He kept his arm around you as you made your way up to a box. Eventually the rest of the Alexander-Arnold camp arrived and you mingled around while a few people you hadn’t seen in a while congratulated you quietly about your pregnancy, unsure if that was something you were doing yet . Trent’s manager found out fairly early right after your families knew but you hadn’t seen him in person since he found out. You sat up in a box tucked away from the crowds and as a surprise to you about 5 minutes before kick off, in walked a friendly familiar face who was ecstatic to see you. Jude had snuck into the stadium incognito in hopes of not drawing attention to himself. So far he had managed the task well.

“C’mere, Mum!” He cheekily cooed, not as quiet as you would’ve liked, pulling you into a hug. You squeezed him tight. “Brought your little family something.” He handed you a bag. You said you’d open it later, you couldn’t handle any more emotions than you were already feeling. You believed in Trent and the team wholeheartedly. It just was stressful. You were massively nervous for this game but he insisted. You rolled your eyes at him being such a pest but you dug through the little gift bag. You unwrapped tissue paper and unfolded a Bellingham Real Madrid jersey. You smiled at how small it was. It did occur to you that if all Trent’s friends giftedyour baby girl jerseys she was going to have quite the collection.

“You know he’s not going to let her wear this in England.” You joked pulling him in for another hug. “Thank you, Judey. When we come back to Madrid with her, she will definitely have it on.” You giggled.

You moved outside the box to see Liverpool warm up on the pitch. Trent stood with his brow furrowed as he surveyed the seats in front of the box high up for you. He finally found you and his stern face snapped into the full cheeky smile you loved. You blew him a kiss and he made a heart with his hands back up to you. No matter how many matches he did it at, it always made your heart skip a beat. You felt so special being the girl in the crowd he was sending his love to. While you loved the gesture it also acted as a signal to those who cared if you were or weren’t at a game. If there was a heart in that boy's hands, there was a Y/N in the stands. Before you knew it you were singing You’ll Never Walk Alone swaying back and forth with Marcel and just as quickly the match was underway. Your eyes followed Trent closely as you leaned back in your seat, one hand subtly trying to hold your bump. You wore one of Trent’s jerseys from a few years ago with a pair of Reformation black shorts and a mesh Gucci black GG heeled sandal that featured the logo monogram patterned in rhinestone crystals across it paired with Bottega Veneta silver drop earrings and matching silver mini Sardine Bag.

What started as a fan account updating that you were simply at the match, moved to a breakdown of your outfit, and then spiraled into uncontrollable internet chaos. Comments flooded Instagram and Twitter posts of you sitting in the box next to Jude and Marcel. Being with Jude only fueled the fire and more for eyes to search for you at the stadium.

‘ISTG she’s pregnant. Why have we not seen her lately?’

‘YK Jude and Trent drive her crazy 😂’

‘She’s so cool. I want her closet’

‘Wait Jude Bellingham is at this match?’

‘Imagine sitting next to Jude Bellingham and friendzoning him lol’

‘She bagged box tickets to the UCL final… mission complete’

The first half began and as much as you were trying to watch you were slightly distracted as Marcel and Jude rattled on about what you should name your baby every time the ball went out of play. It faded out eventually when unfortunately, you all watched Milan net an early penalty but then in quick succession Trent bagged an assist to equalize. You watched minutes tick by. The match felt both painfully slow and unbelievably fast. The crowd were chanting. At first you didn’t clock it until a few people beneath the box turned to look up at you. You assumed it was to see Jude but they were pointing more at you. You’re not sure what drew the attention to you. People seemed to be fixated on Trent and there for you. Half the stadium sang out in unison…

‘She’s not that fit, she’s not that fiit, Trent Alexander Arnold, your birds not that fit’ . * IYKYK the tune*

When the chant fully registered, you didn't know what to do. You felt paralyzed. Jude leaned over and cupped his hand over your ear. He whispered to you not to react. To wait until it was over. You understood why he said that. There would be more of a story if there were videos of you running away crying but the thing was you couldn’t move if you wanted to. It felt never ending. Ringing and ringing around the stadium. When it finally faded out. Dianne came over and rushed you inside. You started balling. You had no control of your tears. It wasn’t that the chant was all that offensive, it was just the feeling of being targeted by so many people and more so, the feeling that you were carrying your little girl as they insulted you. Dianne sat with you consoling you until Jude came inside after a couple minutes. He plopped next to you on the couch. When his big frame sat down, your side of the cushion raised. He told you he got tired of everyone taking photos of him but you knew he just wanted to make sure you were okay.

“Me and you can hide out, yeah?” He cooed sweetly wrapping his arm around you laying it over the back of the couch. You watched the game on the large tv inside a little annoyed at yourself for being unable to withstand the crowd. You wanted to see Trent play so as it got into the final minutes you walked outside. It wasn’t looking good for Liverpool. They didn’t have a ton of possession but you were holding out hope. In an instant, a bizarre deflection off a shot bounced off god knows who into the back of the goal. Your stomach dropped. 2 -1 Milan. You felt sick. This couldn’t end like this. 90 minutes. 5 minutes of stoppage time. Then 4 minutes, 3 minutes, 2 minutes,1 minute left then the absolute worst sound you’ve ever heard; the referee’s final whistle muffled by half the crowd beginning to celebrate. Your eyes glazed over. You looked at Marcel dropping his head into his hands. You ran your hand over his back. Jude squeezed his hand tight above your knee.

“It’ll be fine.” He whispered as you both watched Trent take a seat defeated on the pitch. His head between his legs. They had lost the Champions League final. Cynically, Trent had to do a press conference post match. You went downstairs in the stadium with Tyler to be there with him.

You could barely look Trent in the eyes when you saw him. He walked over and hugged you in complete silence. Your cheeks squished together in the embrace. You pressed your lips to his skin and he closed his eyes. You could still feel his rapid heartbeat and chest heavily rise and fall. He was absolutely devastated. He let go and went on to go do his media duties. You trailed behind him watching his strong back walk into the room security tailing you. You stood in the back corner with people from the club and Trent’s camp. Your heart broke hearing his voice. His eyes eventually cast up towards you and they softened. You could barely manage a sympathetic smile. When you finally got to leave the stadium it was chaos and yet simultaneously soundless in the car. Trent wanted to get the fuck out of Spain so that’s what you did. You were on a plane back to England promptly. You didn’t know what to say. What you did know was that Trent needed to avoid his phone at all costs. Between the loss and the chant about you… he couldn’t see the internet right now. You grabbed his phone and turned it off putting it away in his bag. He was laying face down on a couch on the plane. You sat on the floor next to him. You rubbed his arm. He didn’t acknowledge you for a while until he turned his head to look at you. His blank stare didn’t change, it was just empty.

“I know, baby.” You whispered understanding his numbness, pushing your lips against his forearm. There wasn’t really anything to say. Trent wasn’t the type of person that wanted to hear ‘you played well’ or ‘you did your best’ type stuff even if it was true. He took losses to heart. Eventually he pulled you up for a cuddle with him. You sat next to him and opened your arms for him to settle into you. He let out demoralized breaths and sighs as you ran your hand up and down his back. He kept his face hidden in the nape of your neck. You kept the trip quiet only whispering how much you loved him after you’d kiss his head every so often. The loss lingered for days. When you settled back in at home he was almost vacant but he still took care of you. He drew you a bath every night. Sometimes he would join you but it’d be quiet, other times he would stay downstairs playing fifa in the cinema.

“You want to take it out on me?” You were asking if he wanted to have rough sex in an effort to make him feel better or just release a little. You’d done it a lot before it was always fun and hot but Trent was less than impressed.

“Nah baby. For one thing, you’re pregnant I’m not going to choke you out am I? Secondly, I’m not really in the mood for all that, honestly.” He was fairly snippy lately but you understood and let it go. You felt terrible and a little lost on how to fix this one but one day you decided you needed to get him out of the house. It was officially summer and the off season there was no use sitting inside. You forcibly dragged him with you and the dogs to go for a walk on Formby Beach. Trent rolled up the bottom of your sweatpants for you. Bending down was starting to get more difficult for you so you appreciated it. As you walked along the shore you spotted a family playing football. A little girl and her brother playing in the sand both in Liverpool jerseys; the boy wearing a Salah number 11 and then an all too familiar 66 flashed when the little girl turned around. Seeing her tiny curls in the kit hit you like a freight train. This would be your life. You would have a daughter just the same. You nodded your head in their direction for Trent to see. He squeezed your hand he was holding.

“Thank you.” He whispered quietly into your ear with a kiss behind it. He was happy you made him come with you. You smiled back at him before returning your gaze to the children’s football game.

“Always for you. You should say hi, T.” you cooed, turning back to him, swiping your thumb over his cheek.

“Nah, I don’t want to.” He wasn’t usually the person to go out of his way to flaunt who he was but he definitely didn’t feel like it after Madrid. They were only kids, you knew they'd be excited to meet him. Trent was not feeling the best and you understood that too. But as the way life goes suddenly the ball skidded across the sand towards you two. Trent juggled the ball a few times, flicking it upwards to catch it with a smile forming on his face. You gave him a knowing look because even as much as he was wallowing in the loss he still absolutely loved football at the end of the day. He walked it over to the two kids. You frowned seeing the two kids absolutely lose their minds seeing the one and only Trent Alexander-Arnold come over. They gushed that he was their favorite because he’s a Scouser like them. In turn, Trent teased the little boy about his Mo jersey. Their parents weren’t much better at containing their excitement. Trent took photos with them and talked for a little. When you walked away you could tell he felt significantly better, that he felt lighter. He wrapped his arms around you and you stood on the shore.

“I’ve never been more in love with you.” He cooed. The salty air had a wet chill to it but his warm embrace made it all okay. You stood in his embrace listening to the waves roll in and wash out. Things were calm for the first time in a while.

“You say that every time.” You giggled and everything on that beach and in the world slowed for a moment. You leaned your head back onto Trent. He hummed and kissed your cheek.

“And I mean it every time. Every day somehow it’s more than the last.” His words were more sincere than ever. You hated that they lost the game but it didn’t really matter in the big picture.

“T… I love you. I’m proud of you. You’re going to be a really good role model for her. You work so hard. You never give up and I really admire that. I wish I was like that.” You began to self reflect a little. You thought Trent to be much more resilient than you were.

“Thank you, baby.” He paused but then he laughed shaking his head. He didn’t agree with you. In fact, he didn’t think he was all that different than you were in terms of toughness. “You’re much stronger than you realize, Y/N.” Whenever Trent said your full name you knew he was absolutely certain about what he was saying and he was serious too. “This isn’t easy what you’re doing, what you’ve done. You’re amazing. You should never doubt yourself but I want you to know that when you do… I’m right here, baby.. I’ve got your back. I'm right behind you. Not giving up.” These were the times when you knew that there was something much deeper between you two then just attraction, then just good times. Trent really, genuinely cared for you not just as his girlfriend but as a person; he respected you and believed in you undoubtedly. You held hands walking back to your car and you stood at the boot. Trent helped you brush the sand off your feet. He kissed your ankle and you laughed. You heard children’s voices yelling so you picked up your head. You tapped Trent’s shoulder to turn. The kids from earlier were screaming bye to Trent. You giggled at their flamboyance. He waved back before wrapping his arm around your waist walking you to the passenger side.

“Passenger princess, that's what they call it now?” He laughed as he helped you in. You told him to shut up pulling the door closed.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You quipped as he got into the driver's side. He drove home with your hand laced with his. Everything was going to be just fine.

On a whim after dinner that night you decided you were going to make dessert. You had finally started to pull Trent out of his post Champions League funk. You put on some music walking back into the kitchen when Trent offered to help. The two of you landed on cupcakes, don’t know why but that’s what was happening. You got about ¾ of the way done when Trent cupped your chin. His dark gaze and long pretty lashes looked down at you. He scooped a bit of the frosting you had made off the whisk with his fingers and brought it to your plump lips.

“Open your mouth.” He cooed. You felt your heart rate pick up. You parted your lips a little for him. He slowly stuck his fingers in your mouth and you sucked whirling your tongue around them to taste. That’s at least what you were trying to do but you couldn’t shake the wave of excitement that ran through you when he did that. He pulled his fingers out equally as slow and wiped the corner of your mouth with his thumb. He kept his eyes fixed on you the whole time. He hummed with a stern face before it fell into the perfect smile. He dropped his eyes from yours and gazed down at your swollen boobs spilling out of the little top you were in. His breath caught in his throat. Desire started to course through him. He pulled you closer to him. He leaned further towards you but kept his thumb right on your lips. He was teasing you, waiting for you to make the first move. He licked his lips and gave up waiting before his juicy pout crashed into you. You let out a quiet whine. He tasted so sweet from the frosting he had tried before. He hungrily dropped his hands to your ass, gripping it. “You’re so sexy.” Trent softly groaned. The kiss was needy and messy. He started to peel off your clothes. His fingers dipping down towards your pussy. “Already wet f’me, baby?” He whispered with a smirk. You tried to respond but stuttered and ended up just nodding. You were fucking adorable. In a flash you were up in your bedroom lying on the mattress. Trent pulled you towards him by your ankle. You squealed with a giggled as he dragged you. He got on top of you and pulled the lace thong you were in off with a shaky breath trying to compose himself. Your arms draped over his shoulder. He looked down at you and slipped his hand under your top to brush over your hard nipples. You were so sensitive you couldn’t help but whimper. His pearly white teeth flashed in a smile before they dropped and began to nibble against your nipples. He always tried to be gentle since you got pregnant but in the heat of the moment it was hard to restrain yourselves. You were gripping on the bed sheets above your head. You were babbling the most lewd things, you couldn’t even believe the things you were whining out. When he slowed he took your legs and placed them over his shoulder. That was like a death sentence for you. You loved it, he knew you loved it. It was a match made in heaven and quickly you started to unravel.

“I’m gonna cum!” You inhaled sharply as your chest heaved underneath him. Trent placed a harsh kiss onto the back of your leg. And then he stopped when your orgasm came crashing over you. “T…Oh my god. What?” You whined as your pussy fluttered around him. He relaxed his body so you dragged your foot down his chest sensually back to the bed.

“You need to understand how much I love you.” You were confused when he said that. You were pretty sure you understood just fine and he was showing you how much he did until he just stopped. “You need to see what I see.” He pulled out of you and you hissed. He turned you to face the large mirror in your room and stood behind you on the bed. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” He asked rather harshly. His warm breath fanning against the shell of your ear sent shivers down your spine. He playfully licked down the side of it only to nibble on your earlobe. He teased you, dragging his leaking tip through your folds circling your entrance. “Do you?” he slipped his cock into your pussy with no warning. The buildup in these few seconds when he wasn’t inside you was insane. You leaned back into him as he continued to build his pace again. He kissed your neck and you let out a desperate moan. Your heart swooned a little at the sentiment of his words. You stared into the mirror, watching him place gentle kisses against your skin in contrast to his harsh thrusts.

“I love you so fucking much.” You moaned out after a sharp breath when he hit a little bit deeper. His hand came around you and softly wrapped around your neck. He was so gentle dragging his finger down your throat. You knew he did it because he had said he wouldn’t earlier and it set you off. “T… Please, I need to cum.” The cutest scowl formed on your face.

“I got you. I got you, baby.” He whispered to your ear again. Your whines constantly getting louder. You felt like you were gonna black out. It felt so good. Your grip on him tightened and then you released. Your pussy spasmed around his cock. White hot pleasure coursed through you. Trent’s breathing deepened seeing you cum in the mirror. “God, you’re such a good girl f’me. I’m gonna cum, baby..” He threw his head back. Being able to see him had you barreling toward another high almost adjoining the other. He swallowed hard, fixing his gaze back on you as he reached between your legs. His fingers pinched your clit and you yelped out. He rubbed harsh circles repeatedly. You were a mess. The sounds in your room were nothing but pornographic. “Want me to cum inside?” You nodded your head completely drunk off his cock.

“Oh fuck! Fuck!” You whimpered, feeling both your own orgasm and his cum. He pumped you full, slowing his thrusts prolonging your high. You grinded back into him desperately needing a little more. His hands gripped your waist tight as he rocked into you a few more times

“Just… just need a little more. Fuck. Good girl.” He said almost silently out of breath, teetering toward drowsy. You both dramatically crashed back into your bed. You cuddled up to him with a giggle. That was exactly what you both needed.

“If I could fall in love with you for the first time all over again, Y/N, I would.” He panted, staring up and ceiling talking into the thick air. You pouted your lips at him.

“That’s really sweet, T.” You giggled leaning your head on his chest. “So this cheer you up more than cupcakes?”

“Massively, more than cupcakes, baby. Nothing could ever come close to comparing to you.” He smushed a kiss against your forehead.

You laid in bed the next morning. You woke up and rolled away from Trent unintentionally. You didn’t know he already had woken up. He furrowed his brow at you moving away from him, more often than not you woke up practically on top of one another, so he wasn’t having it. He extended one of his arms to come and wrap around your naked waist and playfully dragged you across the bed back toward him.

“Gotcha” he laughed in a groggy morning voice. You giggled and attempted to break out of his tight hold. He wouldn’t let go. Not this morning and not in a million years. He tucked you into his chest resting your head in the nape of your neck. You were so close that if you even opened your mouth in the slightest your lips would be on his skin. He whispered to you but you couldn’t exactly make it out. You think he said he loved you..

Despite the Champions League loss, Liverpool was still going to have a Parade in the city for their Premier League title. You helped Trent get ready, making him breakfast, before you sent him on his way to AXA for the 4+ hour parade he was about to embark on. You and Dianne thought it’d be nice to go to the house he grew up in to watch the route. It would be cute to be able to see his trajectory from his boyhood home to premier league winner. You also liked that he knew exactly where to find you while he was up on the bus. When the team buses went by he blew you a million kisses and he blew a million and one back. You stood and watched everyone drink and party. Lately, you didn’t feel like yourself and as you leaned your head onto George’s shoulder seeing the red flares fill the air you felt less like yourself then ever. Your body had changed so much and your ways of socializing had changed even more. You hardly felt yourself and yet you were watching Trent be more himself than ever.

Summer was in full swing. 30 degree weather and shitty ac was not helping the swelling you were dealing with. You had gotten to celebrate Trent’s success from this year but soon after it totally dissipated. The funny thing with footballers was as quickly as they were able to move on from their losses they did just the same with their wins. All eyes were on the upcoming season. The workouts, plans, activations, all sorts of things for football started right up again. You sat in your back garden by the pool on a late afternoon. You laid on separate chairs as long as you could but ultimately you ended up sitting yourself in between his legs sharing a seat. You leaned your back against his bare chest. He snaked his hands around your waist. Caressing your stomach. When your phone pinged. You got an email notification from Tyler and Trent’s manager.

“T…T…” you slapped at his arms. Your jaw dropped and a sudden jolt ran through your veins. Trent answered with a distracted hum. “No, seriously…” you cooed, turning your head back to him. “Did you just get Ty’s email!”

“My phone is inside. What’s it say, baby?” He pressed a kiss against your cheek peeking over you to look at your screen but you weren’t giving him a good enough view. His hands nicked the phone from you. “Let me see” he wanted to read the email in full.

“T.. we got invited to Paris fashion week!!!!” You squealed, kicking your feet up and down on the longue chair.

“Okay, okay, okay, excited girl. I’m assuming you want to go?” He laughed at you. Squeezing you tight. “We can, if you’re feeling up for it.”

“T… we have to. We have to pull together like looks* Can I dress you? Pleaseeeee” you began to babble excited imagining the fits. He rolled his eyes at your pestering and agreed. You bickered back and forth who had better style until the sun went down. You began walking back inside whilst Trent was rambling about what he wanted to have for dinner.

“You know it’s me, just admit it, baby…” you teased cutting him off and squeezing his hip. You never landed on an agreement of who dressed better. It was typical Trent, he knew he was wrong but he never wanted to lose.

“What are you on about?” He looked at you confused, swatting your hand away from him.

“I have better style. It was literally my job. Just concede for once, T.” You giggled going to pinch at him again.

“Nope!” He popped the ‘p’ laughing. “I dress better and I'm a lot faster too.” He slapped your ass and took off running like a little kid back into the house away from you

“That wasn’t up for debate! I’m pregnant, T! Be nice to me!!!” you whined left in the back garden. “This is your baby, come backkk!” You yelled after him. He turned around laughing.

“C’mere” he grunted, scooping you up carefully. “I’m always nice to you, baby.” He cooed with a big fat kiss.

“Can you come here pleasaaaseeee. I need to see this on you.” You whined begging Trent to come into the wardrobe. You sat on an ottoman there on FaceTime with Lauren as you packed for Paris. Trent had delegated his packing to you but he really needed to be there. You had worked as a stylist for major magazines so you offered to coordinate with his PR team and the brands of the shows you’d be attending. You worked together to decide what you were going to wear and in turn be delivering to your hotel on the day of the show. You were currently packing for all the rest of the days you were going to be there.

“I thought this is what you were on the phone for, Laur.” Trent laughed, jogging into the room. He heard Lauren’s voice before he entered. “What do you need, baby?” He cooed, pressing a kiss on your head.

“Can you put this on for me?” You tossed a short sleeve Louis Vuitton button up shirt towards him and he snatched it out of the air, putting it on the island while he took his top off. You were 50/50 on the color at the moment. Trent pulled his shirt over his head. Leaving his toned abs on full display. You looked Trent and then back at Lauren with full cheeks and mouthed a ‘yum’ at her. She fed into it and teasingly whistled at Trent.

“Stop objectifying me.” He feigned offense. You rolled your eyes at him because no matter who said it you knew he loved when people liked the way he looked.

“Aw baby you’re just so pretty.” You cooed with a giggle. To be fair, you were incredibly serious. He did look really good. He swung the shirt around his back to slip his arm in.

“Yeah, T, you’re so pretty.” Lauren laughed only egging the situation on. Trent threw her a less than impressed stare. You bit your lip watching his big hands do the small buttons.

“Yes or no?” He asked as he finished the last one. He left the top two undone and he looked good you just were trying to focus on the actual shirt.

“Erm… “ you pondered for a second. Trent spun around with his arms out to show you it in full.

“Good modeling," you giggled, drawing a smile from him. You decided you liked it. The shirt would work.

“We’re done? I can go?” Trent asked wanting to get back to whatever he was doing. All you knew was that he wasn’t packing. You just hummed. He came over to you and pecked your lips. “Thank you baby.” He cooed standing above you taking off the shirt. You ran your hands up his taut abs.

You were upstairs the entire day, accessories bags, toiletries, there were so many things to get together. Frankly you loved packing. It was your two favorite things: organizing and clothes. You zipped the last bag and laid on the floor exhausted.

You landed in Paris and were thrilled. You got off the plane onto the tarmac. Trent carried your bag in one and held your hand in the other.

“Mon amour” he held the door of the room for you to enter. Followed by the bellhop with all your bags.

“Merci joli garçon” you replied giggling hearing his silly accent attempt French. ( thank you pretty boy) you sat down on the couch and let out a sigh exhausted from the flight.

“Oh yeah?” He laughed at your dramatics. “You hungry, baby?” Trent ask cupping your jaw swiping his thumb over your cheek.

“I need to change but yes.” You smiled back at him. You showered together and then got dressed. You put on a on denim shacket dress, gold strappy sandal heels, and a light blue Fendi bag with gold hardware. You needed to stop wearing heels soon or you were going to die but honestly Paris wasn’t the place you were going to stop.

You were outside at a favorite cafe of yours in the sixth arrondissement. You sat next to Trent in black and dark green rattan chairs looking out to the street at a small circular table. You were hungry and landed on doing your own taste test of a few different crepes. Your tabletop was covered entirely with plates.

“I think I’m just happy with the chocolate…” you told Trent looking at him with a smile reaching towards his face. You wiped your thumb over the corner of his mouth to get a bit of chocolate.

“Yeah? You were never a chocolate person until her.” He spoke looking at your hidden stomach. “I’m more into sweets, you know? I think I lean towards the berry ones.” You dragged your smooth leg over his under the table. You hummed interested in everything he had to say but you pulled him in for a kiss in the middle of his sentence. You lips pressed into each other.

“Sweet” you cooed, pulling away from his perfect pout. He gave you a cheesy smile and you returned one just the same.

“Me or the crepe?” He laughed looking into your eyes. He placed his big hand on your bare thigh and squeezed high up.

“Mmmm both I guess.” You giggled before picking up your fork to take another bite of the chocolate crepe. “Do you want to go to a few shops before we go back for dinner?” You asked after you had seen the Dior store on your walk over to the cafe. He agreed so you went after you got full from all the crepes and browsed for a while. You really wanted a Book Tote for your holiday to the Maldives but ended up with that, a pair of silk pants, and Dway slides. As you were walking with your sales associate to check out you spotted the Dior bracelet sets. “Want to match with me?” You picked one up holding it towards Trent.

“Yeah, baby. I’ll match with you.” He grabbed it from you and inspected it. He held it over his wrist to imagine it on him. “This one though.” He grabbed a different color. He held it over his wrist to check again and then yours. “Yeah, this one is for us.” You nodded with a childish grin liking the way his face looked while he thought. You had moved into the mens section looking at trainers with Trent when you saw it.

“Ohhhh my god T…” you whined with a pout, taping his arm, seeing the entrance into a separate part of the store for Baby Dior.

“We can go…” he laughed at you taking one trainer he was trying on off. He held your hands as you walked in. You leaned your head onto his shoulder and hummed. He pressed a kiss to your head as you made your way to where new born things were. You two had a field day. You always loved shopping but in Dior… with Trent… for your baby… it was the absolute dream.

“Babbbyyyy, she needs these.” Trent groaned. He held up a little pair of high top trainers. You knew pretty quickly that Trent was going to give this little girl everything. He already gave everything to you but throw in chubby cheeks and his dna in the mix, he was a goner.

“Yeah, T. I like those.” You giggled as he furrowed his brow, inspecting the shoe size chart for age to months trying to figure it out. It was really adorable how dedicated he was to learning all things about babies and little girls.

“et nous pouvons envoyer tout ça en Angleterre?” You asked the sales associate before you paid for an obscene amount of stuff. You took French in school your whole life and it always came in handy. You felt like you got better service when you were in France so you handled the check out. The women nodded at you. “Parfait, merci.” You cooed. (And we can send all this to England? , Perfect, thank you)

“Beautiful and smart” Trent came to stand in front of you and nuzzled his nose against yours. You kissed his plump lips. You felt your cheeks warm as he pulled you into his chest. He pressed another kiss to your forehead. He picked his head up and said thank you to the sales associate before being escorted out of that side of the store. You took about one step out the door before someone had spotted Trent that had been waiting to meet him. You took a photo for them and didn’t think anything of it but the internet sure had a lot to say.

‘Are they in front of BABY DIOR?’

‘OMG are they going to Paris Fashion Week??!?’

‘Are we going to talk about the fact that Trent Alexander Arnold is walking out of baby dior in France today?’

‘If she is pregnant, that baby is going to be beautiful… omg’

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‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

Index: Chapter 1 - Size of A Plum

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 2 - With a ‘U’ or an ‘O’ | ‘Ours’

Trent snuck downstairs carrying his laptop and he quietly crept into the office. He sat in the big chair leaning forward towards his Mac and hit print. He sat there impatiently waiting while trying to think of something cute he could write on the tickets he was printing. He figured it out eventually and jogged back up to your bedroom. Beams of morning light seeped into your bedroom through the window. You rubbed your eyes open to see that Trent was awake next to you. You smiled at your perfect boy in the bed.

“Morning, baby.” He cooed in a hoarse morning voice. The smirk on his face made your heart falter. You covered your embarrassed face with your thin pale pink manicured hands hiding from him. You muttered out a ‘morning’ interspersed between your giggles. Trent shook his head amused at the child-like action. “Happy Valentine’s Day, mummy to be.” He whispered, nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck, his hands caressing your stomach underneath your shirt. “Will you be my valentine, baby?” He whispered in your quiet room. You could feel his heart beating in sync with yours. Everything felt right. He pulled away from your neck to see the smile widening on your face. You rolled your eyes at him facetiously and nodded your head yes.

“You already know my answer. I always say yes, pretty boy” you draped your arms up around his neck and pressed soft kisses to his cheek.

“Want your surprise now or later?” He looked at you with a cheeky smile excited to show you.

“Hmmmm, I guess now sounds good.” You giggled eager to see what the surprise was. He said okay and reached over to his bedside table. He handed you a little card. One of the best things about Trent was his spontaneity. Despite his schedule and intense lifestyle he always managed to surprise you somehow. You opened a beautiful envelope. Inside were two plane tickets to the Maldives and a cute little note.

“Did you see one more in the envelope?” He cooed suspiciously. You peeked inside and there was a fake little tiny ticket for your baby he had printed. It was about half the size of a credit card so you missed it. You giggled. It was so cute he was already including your baby but also you couldn’t help but squeal about going on a holiday this summer just the two of you. No other boys, no crazy parties just you two together.

“Thank you baby! So so so much! I can’t wait.” You giggled, wrapping him a big hug. He gave you a kiss and you began your day. Although you didn’t have anything planned until that night. Trent was taking you out for dinner so after the pretty lazy day around the house you got dressed. You were going to a nice restaurant and landed on wearing a red Valentino mini skirt you were thrilled still fit you. You wore a gray sweater and a pair of black So Kate heels. It was fairly simple but lately getting dressed up was kind of bumming you out. Your changing body had you feeling insecure. You weren’t exactly ready to let go of your wardrobe once things really stopped fitting.

“C’mon little plum.” Trent cooed, he was referring to your baby after you had told him last night that was how big he or she was at the moment. He wrapped his arms around you standing behind your frame. His hands rubbed over your stomach. “You look beautiful, baby. Ready to go?” He cooed, placing kisses behind your ear. You hummed and grabbed your black Chanel flap bag. Trent had made a reservation at a restaurant you loved for Valentine’s Day. It was an expensive French brasserie he really didn’t care for but you absolutely loved. These were times that you knew he really would do anything just to make you smile, even endure watching you eat foie gras and escargot. To be fair, he was fine. Steak frites was actually something he liked so it worked in the end. You rubbed your smooth leg over his under the table as you sat discussing what you wanted to get for dessert. The whole dinner it was just about killing you that you couldn’t have wine anymore so sweets would have to do. From the moment you sat down it was apparent the waiter was a Liverpool fan. His face lit up when he saw Trent seated. Trent could tell as well. He was cordial but it was your night together so his focus was solely on you.

“Try this, T. It’s really really good.” You poked your fork into a tart holding up a bit for him to try. He gave you a love sick smile but said ‘no’ He didn’t want any because he was ‘in season’ so you shrugged it off. You bit a little of the piece you had offered him. Trent leaned over the table and took your fork from you abruptly popping the remaining piece of the tart on the utensil into his mouth. He cocked his head and gave a surprised face impressed with the taste. You raised your eyebrows at him feigning an annoyance that he changed his mind on trying it. “Oh now you want to try it?” You giggled. You fed him more of your dish and wiped the corner of his lips with your thumb unnecessarily wanting to glide your fingers over his perfect pout. He kept his hand on your thigh as you talked and talked about your future and gushed about how much you loved the other. It was another perfect date in the books of Y/N and Trent.

When you got into the car to head home, you leaned onto Trents shoulder as he drove. Wearing your once favorite heels was exhausting; you couldn’t wait to take them off so you sat barefoot now in the front seat next to him. Your arms wrapped around his bicep as he draped his hand over the steering wheel to drive. Your lips formed into a pout as you let go of his arm and brought your fingers to cradle his handsome face.

“Going to post me on your Instagram, valentine?” You giggled, squeezing his cheeks.

“Baby… I really don’t want to stir up the chaos. I can’t have you getting upset. You know you’re mine that’s what matters.” He tried to reason with you worried about the potential stress of peoples comments affecting you and your baby.

“You’re so dramatic, T! Just post me on your story at least! Tell everyone how much you love me! Pleeassse. It’ll be my Valentine’s Day gift” You giggled letting go of his arm to cross your own over your chest. He groaned, pulling into your driveway. He opened the door for you and let you climb onto his back. Trent carried you into the house as you held the Louboutin heels in your hand. When you got into the house he walked directly into the living room and gently plopped you on the couch. You couldn’t hold in your excitement seeing the coffee table in the room was filled with pink flowers. You pouted and reached out to pull Trent down into a hug. He sat next to you and leaned his head onto your shoulder as he began scrolling through the photos on his phone. He smiled, looking back on all the memories you had documented together.

“Okay, baby, fine. Not like a vacation to the Maldives isn’t a gift. Greedy girl” he feigned a look of defeat. Ultimately, both he and you knew he was never going to say no to anything you asked. You squealed, pressing a wet kiss on his cheek with a dramatic ‘mwah’ sound.

“My forever valentine” he mumbled under his breath as he typed it out over the instagram story. It was a picture of you two kissing in your back garden during a party, Trent’s hands on your ass, yours around his neck, bodies squished together. You loved that he picked such a PDA filled photo. It was a hot but mushy photo. You loved him so much. At the end do the day he didn’t care what people said about either of you online he just wanted everyone to know you were his and he was yours. You had posted a carousel in feed post on your own instagram. It was simple and not overtly showing him. A picture of your hand laced with his, a photo of your face squished onto his cheek on a plane, and a short video of you blowing him a kiss at Anfield. You captioned it ‘4 life 🤞’ with no tag. You smiled some more as you watched Trent jokingly roll his eyes before he hit post on his story. “By the way… this” he shook his phone at you. “Isn’t your gift, baby. Let’s be real.” He cooed. “Go ahead…see what you got.” he giggled seeing your eyes widen, really starting to inspect all the boxes in front of you.

“So if the surprise was the Maldives, then this is….?” You questioned him with a childish smile. You sat on the couch cuddled up close to him.

“This is because you’re my valentine, baby, and I love you very much.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. He handed the gifts to you one at a time. An extra large Dior candle, tan Prada shearling slippers, Baccarat Rogue 540, Dior x Rimowa carry-on luggage for your Maldives trip, and the gold Bvlgari Serpenti Viper you’d been eyeing for months. It was all too much. He completely spoiled you.

“You don’t have to do so much every year you know?” You tried to tell him but both you and he knew he would never have holidays go any other way. You were so appreciative of everything but he didn’t need to, you’d love him just the same.

“Oh! One more, baby. For the valentine we’re waiting to meet.” He cooed, handing you a little box wrapped with a bow. You untied it carefully and lifted the lid. You opened it up and there was the tiniest cutest Moncler fleece coat that had little bear ears on the hood. It was so fucking cute. You pouted at him. “I saw it the other day and I just wanted them to have it. It was so fun shopping for them, baby. Everything is so small.”

“You… and it are so fucking cute, T.” You cooed back. He hummed picking up the the tiny jacket admiring how small it was. “I have somethings for you too by the way.” You giggled. You gave him some real gifts; an Assouline coffee table book of Formula 1, a pair of Prada sneakers, a Louis Vuitton silver monogram speaker, and a bunch of other things you knew he’d like. Gifts were definitely a love language in your house. The thing you most wanted to give him though was a bit more exciting in your opinion and probably would be mutually enjoyed. You pulled out one final bag cheekily. You gave it to him and he fumbled through the tissue paper. He pulled out a sexy Fleur Du Mal pink and red lace piece of lingerie.

“Oh yeah?” Trent’s eyes lit up. You hummed a ‘mmhmm’ you snatched it out of his hands, got up from the couch and scurried upstairs.

“Are you coming?!?!” You yelled back down to him. Trent puffed out some air and shook his head in disbelief at how perfect you were for him. He stood up with his cock already beginning to harden just from the thoughts about you in that little piece of fabric alone. When he walked into the bedroom you were on your knees sat back on your heels in the lingerie.

“Well C’mere baby. Lemme see you first.” He cooed, grabbing your hand to pull you off the bed. You stood up with a cheeky smile looking at him. He walked around you and sat himself down on your bed. He gestured for you to twirl and so you did. “I might need a picture of this one. So fucking sexy.” He groaned looking at you. His cock tenting in his trousers. You giggled and walked towards him. You placed your hands on both his knees and slid them up his thighs. In an instant you found both of you naked, yourself on top of him. Your face buried in his neck. You let out a quiet moan as his large hand caressed your thigh, the other helping guide his cock into your entrance.

“Mmm fuck T…” you whined against his skin as you sank further down his length. He didn’t give you much time to adjust, too eager to start so he snapped his hips up into you hitting your g spot instantaneously. He kept you on his lap on the bed with his arm wrapped tight around your waist. His perfect lips sucked bruises onto your skin. Groaning everytime you clenched tighter around him. He brought his hands to grip your asscheeks thrusting harder into you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” he murmured moving to capture your lips in a sloppy messy heated kiss. You moaned when you tasted him. He continued fucking his cock up into you while his hands caressed your back untill he moved them around your sides and then up over you to your tits. He rolled both nipples between his fingers. Your thighs quivered, straddling him when he pinched them. “So fucking beautiful” he growled. Trent lifted his head to look at you. The wrecked expression almost knocked all the wind out of you. The knot of pleasure between his eyebrows and the darkening of his big brown eyes was stupidly attractive. You felt your clit throb. You shifted on top of him to get more contact. He grabbed your jaw to kiss you softly in contrast to his harsh thrusts. He stole your gasp from you when his lips pressed to yours. Trent loved when you were like this. Soft and obsequious on top of him. All you wanted to do was please him. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from how your tits bounced as you rode him desperately. His thumb smoothed over your raised nipple. He cursed feeling you clench again.

“Oh fuck T.. I love you. Feel so so fucking good. I’m all yours baby.” You whined. The tip of his cock hit the spot only he knew when he rolled his hips up into you. You arched your back until your tits pressed against him. The wave of your arousal made a mess of his cock and dripping down onto your sheets

“Most beautiful fucking girl. All fucking mine. Feel so good f’me.” You both could feel your highs fast approaching. He slid his hand between your two bodies and down to your clit. You tipped your head back and Trent took advantage of the space pressing his lips to your neck. He nibbled on your sensitive skin scraping his teeth against you, marking you as his. Every movement of his tongue on you made it harder and harder to think. You felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter as Trent’s fingers circled harshly on your clit. “Cum on my cock, baby. Be a good girl and cum f’me.” He grunted out. The pleasure started to be too much to control. Your pussy clenched tight around him as your body was filled with white hot pleasure. Your warm, wet, and tight walls become too much for Trent to manage. Swiftly he was twitching and fucking you full of his cum.

“Fuck T…” you whined feeling his thrusts continue but slow. He emptied himself with slow lazy pumps. You both were completely breathless as he stilled keeping his cum nestled inside you. You collapsed into him more and buried your face into his neck leaving wet kisses. “I’m sleepy…” you whispered with a childish giggle. Trent smiled, pressing a kiss to you. You both attempted to come back to earth. He rubbed his hands up and down your spine before gently pulling out of you, his cum leaking down the insides of your thighs.

“I got you, baby. I know.” He kissed your warm bare skin holding you tightly against him. The word around you didn’t exist anymore, the only thing was the two of you. You were exhausted from the love making. Your head rested back on the pillows, you let your eyes close as you breathed softly. The air was thick and warm. It smelt like sex. Trent let you lay on his naked chest feeling himself melt under your touch while your fingers toyed with his hair. Trent frowned and let out a boyish groan when you suddenly stopped.

“Nahh. C’mon, baby, please…” He whined, grabbing at your hand to place it back on his head. “Don’t stop.”

“Okay, greedy boy” the pet name sent shivers down his spine. He somehow managed to grip onto your body tighter then he already was. He loved when you babied him. “So need aren’t you?” You teased with a giggle continuing to play with his hair. He only responded with a hum comforted by your touch. He let his eyes close for a while as you continued to gently play, scratching his scalp gently every so often with your long nails. He was so comfortable like this. Being with you was his absolutely favorite place to be.

You laid in the cinema while Trent sat watching a Europa League match on the telly. He had an away game he needed to travel tomorrow for this weekend so you were taking advantage of your fleeting time together. He looked so cozy bundled in a jumper. You cuddled up next to him dragging your nails over his abs under his top. He purred at the feeling.

An article had come out recently that made you feel sick. Something about how Trent was conceded, disrespectful, a bunch of things he wasn’t and couldn’t have been further from. You weren’t even sure if Trent had read it. You hoped he didn’t. He knew it existed sure, but you put yourself through the pain of reading it in full, breaking your heart that much more. People could never know him the way you did but it upset you so much knowing not everyone saw that he was perfect the way you saw. They couldn’t see the pain behind his eyes reeling over a loss, they couldn’t see him having banter with you making dinner, they couldn’t see him coming home with flowers just because, they couldn’t see the hurt he felt reading twitter when people questioned his place in the England squad, they couldn’t see him rushing from the airport to your home after away matches to get back to you. You curled up next to him and felt safe. You were wrapped up in his arms and his scent. It was so familiar, it made your heart soften as he explained some controversial call in the match. Trent was a constant in your life that you always could count on. It hurt when he was hurting. No matter what it was, he was there for you and you wanted to be there for him. You hated that you couldn’t control what people said about him. Just the same as you knew the intricacies of Trent, he knew them about you. Trent knew you so well without even having to ask what you needed. He knew immediately what type of mood you were in. He knew your body language so well. In this moment, he knew you were comfortable. Something about laying on his chest made your heart slow. You knew this is what feeling safe felt like, this is what true love felt like, this is what home felt like.

Trent was down in Luton for an away match. He laid in his hotel room the night before and gave you one of many habitual calls whilst he was gone. You were laying in your shared bed back up north and the ache of missing him washed over you. He looked at you with his toned tanned torso on display. He was so unintentionally sexy. You were having a hard time not just begging for him right now. You were desperate for his attention but you opted to be a bit more subtle. Trent was on a rant about how pissed he was that a certain referee was officiating tomorrow. You pulled the tiny tank top you were in over your head and swiftly reached behind you to unclasp the lace bralette you had one. Your tits bounced being released.

“Baby, what are we doing?” Trent grappled with his words. He was taken aback by your show. He could feel the blood rush to his cock. He was a goner.

“I need to get ready for bed, T. Keep telling your story.” You teased gesturing for him to go on. You were completely naked now in front of him. Trent found it hard to control himself. You grabbed your boobs, massaging them and playing with your nipples playfully with the hope of seducing him.

“If I play poorly tomorrow this is on you.” Trent said gawking at your hardening nipples. You usually tried to abstain from any messing about days before matches but it was only Luton. He reached for his cock and began stroking his length as he watched you.

“I will make a public statement apologizing for my hand in your form although to be fair… it’s your hand not mine.” He said as your eyes widened seeing his perfect cock stand at attention for you. He rolled his eyes but let out a groan when you sat further back opening your legs for him giving a sly smile.

“Fuck, baby. You’re driving me crazy. You’re so fucking fit.” he moaned as you ran your hands down your body and back up to caress your tits playing with your hardened nipples. “Such a fucking tease, pretty girl.” Trent’s mouth was agape in disbelief staring at your body as you continued dragging your fingers up before sucking on them being incredibly messy, spit pooling in the corners of your mouth, showing him as you licked around them like you would if it was him. He started to tug on his cock some more. You brought your wet fingers down to circle slowly and hard on your clit. You moaned as you picked up your pace.

“Fuck T, I miss you... I-fuck.. I need you.” you whined at the feeling of your quick pace dreaming it could be him. Your brain went fuzzy as your glassy eyes watched Trent work his big hard cock. You bit your lip. You wished he was with you with his hands on you but that couldn’t happen so this was the next best thing and it was feeling really fucking good. You loved the way his gaze felt on you. It was impossible for Trent to get tired of looking at your delicate body. Frankly, he probably could cum just seeing you and knowing you were pregnant with his baby was just doing different things for him.

“Be a good girl and cum f’me” he was barely able to grunt out the words completely enamored by the noises coming from you through his phone that he missed so much. You felt the knot in your stomach snap quick, cumming messily over your own hand. “That’s it baby, feels so fu-fucking good” he shuddered. “Shit baby, I’m gonna cum as well.” He said before he released onto his abs, breathing incredibly hard, eyes shut. You stayed on the phone for a while after cleaning up. Chatting about anything and nothing at the same time.

“Night, my beautiful girl. I’ll see you and our little baby tomorrow night.” You hummed and blew him a kiss. Trent hated watching you grab onto the little teddy bear he gave you before he went to the Euros. You always slept with it when he was away. He was embarrassingly envious of a teddy bear that got to be with you every night. Trent was supposed to be with you in bed not in some stupid hotel alone but work was work. When he came home the next day after winning his match you were long asleep. You watched the final whistle blow but after that you curled up in your bed. You tried your best to wait up for him but by the bedside lamp still left on it was obvious you had failed. Trent slowly crept into your bedroom and pouted at how cute you looked cuddled up in the bed. He turned off the lights and glared at the teddy bear tossed on his side of the bed. He picked it up and made a face moving it. He carefully got in to bed, replacing the bear next to you under the covers. He cozied up wrapping his arms around you pulling your body to him, laying his head on to your chest. You hummed sleepily but didn’t have enough strength to fully wake. You knew it was him. He listened to your beating heart as he placed his hand over your stomach where the two of you's baby was. The feeling of your warm skin made him melt. He was so in love with every inch of you.

“Okay. I’m going to have you lay back for me and we’ll put the gel on your stomach, it’ll be a little cold.” You nodded and laid back feeling the cool gel on your warm skin. You sat on the table at the doctor's office and watched Trent anxiously bouncing his leg up and down. He couldn’t take his eyes off the monitor. “Here is your little baby.” she cooed with a smile as the ultrasound wand stilled on your stomach. She clicked a photo. “Here is their heartbeat.” The sound filled the room. It was so quiet in there, you could hear the whooshing sound of your baby’s heartbeat .

“Oh my god...” you whispered in utter shock. Your hand covered your mouth. It was so real and surreal at the same time. Trent took your hand away from your mouth and brought it to his lips placing a kiss on your knuckles. He laid his head next to yours on the bed watching your baby with you. You noticed how Trent held his breath as the nurse asked if you were ready to know the gender. It made you smile knowing he was nervous too.

“And you are having….” The nurse drew out painful seconds as your anxiety skyrocketed. “Congratulations! You’re going to have a little girl.” She cooed sweetly. Tears appeared in the corners of your eyes. The love in Trent’s broke your heart in the best way. Unbeknownst to you, he really liked the idea of having a daughter.

“Holy shit, baby.” He finally let out the deep breath he’d been holding. Tears built in his eyes just the same. “We’re having a little girl.” He pouted, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Yeah, T… a little baby girl.” You beamed, pulling him down to squeeze him in a tight hug. He held onto you while the doctor printed out the photos of the scan.

“Doing okay, beautiful?” Trent asked as he drove you home. You were holding the images inspecting your little girl. He stretched his hand over to you to rub your stomach. You hummed with a childish smile still a little in shock, you finally knew what you were having.

“For you mummy.” You were sat in the living room days later when Trent came home from training with a big bouquet of pink roses for you. You giggled while taking them. They were beautiful and unnecessary but they did make you happy. He sat down next to you and changed the channel from what you were currently watching.

“Excuse me!?! Mummy was watching that.” You kept giggling trying to grab the remote back from him. He laughed holding it further away from you until you huffed giving up so he handed it back to you before pulling you into his embrace. You laid cuddled up to him and left what he had changed the TV to on, you really didn’t care.

“So mummy…” Trent giggled. “Is it mummy with a ‘U’ or an ‘O’ for you?” You hadn’t really thought about it. You guessed your daughter would have a different accent than yours. She would spell things differently than you do. “Just so you know, it will be a ‘U’ in this house. She will say mummy. Not having any mOOmmy nonsense” He dramatized an American pronunciation of the word and gave you a feigned stern face. You didn’t notice but maybe over the years you’d been living abroad your own accent started to change or mend. Your choice of words definitely started to shift to a more British vernacular.

“I guess it’ll be a ‘U’ then.” You giggled leaning back onto him. “Mummy” you mockingly said in a poor attempt to replicate Trent’s scouse accent. He squeezed you tight and you cozied up to him a little more. You watched tv for a while longer until you needed to get a worry you had that starting to plague you off your chest. “T…” you sheepishly called out looking up at him. “Are you upset we’re having a girl?” You asked timidly. It had been bothering you since you found out the gender. He seemed happy but you always knew a dream of his was to play footie with a son.

“No?” He laughed a little confused why you would think that. He rubbed his hands up your sides. “The two most beautiful girls in the world are going to be all mine.” He cooed. It was cute he thought that. It was an incredibly overzealous statement but cute nevertheless.

“I hope she looks just like her daddy.” You giggled pulling at his pouty bottom lip. He smiled imagining having a little twin. “I think I know what I want to name her, T.”

“Oh yeah? What are you thinking?” He smiled at you. He thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest. You leaned over you cupped your hand around his ear and whispered like someone else could possibly hear. You told him the name you were thinking and his eyes welled. “It’s perfect. Baby… I’m so thankful that you’re giving me a little girl, giving us a daughter. I can’t explain how amazing this whole thing has been already.”He cooed.

“T… you got me pregnant. I didn’t have much choice in the matter.” You teased giggling but he just squeezed you a little tighter to him sincerely. “I’m kidding, pretty boy. I love you and I already love our little girl so much” You cooed.

“I love my two girls. No one else in this world I’d want to start a family with.” He whispered as you continued watching TV.

“Are you going to make her play footie?” You laughed interrupting his focus on the program. Imagining your baby girl playing with Trent had your heart practically shattering. It was so adorable.

“Up to her, innit?” Trent cooed but he couldn’t help but visualize teaching his kids how to play. His eyes followed something on the screen then they fixed on you. He tilted his head and looked at you squinting his eyes. He smiled examining and memorizing every bit of your face. “C’mere,” he pulled you further into him. “You’re so gorgeous. Going to be the best mummy to her.” He pressed his soft lips against yours and you blissfully hummed. “That’s said with a ‘U’ by the way.” You both laughed clinging to the other.

“We have to make a plan to tell everyone soon, T…” you cooed as you laid in bed later that night. When your bump had begun to start show just a little Trent couldn’t stop documenting the growth. To be fair neither could you but it was cute he was doing it too. His camera roll was filled with pictures of you but as the bump started to form, the time of being able to hide it was starting to dwindle. Honestly it was hardy notable at the moment but you were always pretty fit and lived with a professional athlete so people might’ve started questioning if your body began to change.

“I know, baby. I think after we win the league. We could have a little party to announce her.” He whispered to you, spooning under the covers. Time flew and somehow you were nearing the end of the season and your little plum had grown into a grapefruit.

“Oh, feeling confident aren’t we?” You giggled. Liverpool had a great season. They were 5 points clear with a game in hand so you were merely teasing Trent. “Seriously though, are you sure? Maybe we should do something separate. I don’t want to take away from your accomplishment, baby.” You whispered softly back in the dark room.

“We’ll split it up if that makes you feel better but I wouldn’t mind. Maybe just our immediate families. I wanted to invite your family for the end of the season as well regardless.” He kept talking, continuing to brush his warm hands over you. You hummed, preferring that plan. It was sweet Trent wanted your family to come visit, baby announcement or not.

Marcel and George were over and the three boys were in the cinema watching another team’s prem game debating the controversial point deduction of a team about to get relegated. You had been feeling particularly lethargic that day. You walked into the room and the two two boys turned to acknowledge you and say hi still oblivious to the fact that you were pregnant. Trent turned to see you and his face softened. He held his arms out for you to come sit with him. You laid next to his strong body and wrapped your arms around him but weren’t comfortable enough like that. You pulled his shirt up and laid on his bare abs and chest. The heat radiating off his skin comforting your tired body. He chuckled at your need to be so close to him but he didn’t mind. He didn’t exactly have a body anyone would be scared to show off. You pressed your cheek on his warm skin and closed your eyes. Not to sleep, you just wanted to relax.

“Don’t want to watch, pretty girl?” He whispered quietly into your hair. You shook your head ‘no.’ Your one dainty hand was sprawled across Trent’s chest and he played around with each finger for a while as he watched the game occasionally talking with Marcel and George about it. “Can I get you anything?” He whispered again, tracing shapes on your back with his other hand. You smiled but shook your head ‘no’ again. Frankly you wouldn’t mind a water but laying on him right now was the priority. It felt so perfect, you’d rather die of dehydration than leave the man beneath you. A little while later another question came. “Can I do anything for you, baby?” He was so attentive. It made you feel like nothing could ever go wrong because he would handle every little thing but you took a second to really think about his question.

“A kiss would be good.” You whispered giggling not being able to come up with anything more he could possibly do for you. You moved your face towards his and pursed your lips for a kiss

“I can do that for you, pretty girl.” He leaned into you with his soft plump lips. The kiss sent electricity through your whole body. You always wondered what people meant when they said they only had eyes for one person. This was it, like right now you didn’t even know Marcel and George were still in the room. You only had eyes for him, the rest of the world blurred. This is what love was. Right here with this boy. You pulled away with a big big smile.

“I always think it isn't possible for you two to continue to get more nauseating and yet here we are.” Marcel’s voice broke your eyes only for Trent reminding you they were very much in the room. You giggled and pressed another kiss to Trent’s lips while holding up a middle finger towards Marcel.

It got late so you went upstairs to shower, Marcel and George went home, and Trent stayed put in the cinema when he decided to FaceTime Jude. You weren’t totally sure how they even managed conversations with each other because they both yapped so much. How could one possibly get a word in over the other. Their friendship was really cute and you loved Jude. It just was a little funny when you did hear them converse. It was fast and chaotic, filled with inside jokes, riddled with stupidity and intellect all at the same time. They talked and talked; football, friends, upcoming England duties, general gossip, filling each other in on family. Although the latter topic was when things took a turn.

“Yeah we’ve been staying in a lot more. Y/N’s almost 4 months now so taking it pretty easy up here, mate.” Trent laughed and then stopped instantly when he saw Jude’s eyes widen, his face fall into complete shock.

“Erm, bro, what…?” Jude muttered out absolutely shaken. To be fair Jude was younger than you two so the thought of a baby in his mind was not only terrifying but it was hard to not think it was likely unplanned and a mistake.

“Fuck! You can’t say anything. Serious Jude, not a fucking word.” Trent rambled quickly starting to panic. He sat up more in his seat and ran his hand over his head.

“I won’t, I won’t mate. Are you serious though? Did you plan this? Does anyone know?” Jude rattled back just as fast but his surprised face dropped into one of concern.

“Yeah, we had been trying. Definitely a planned thing.” Trent laughed. “No one knows yet we haven’t told anyone. We wanted to make sure the baby and her were healthy and all that. Bro, I’m so serious you cannot say a word until we let everyone else know.”

“Course. Wow. Congratulations Trentski. That’s fucking mad. I’m really happy for you lot.” Jude giggled a little flustered by the news he just unearthed.

“Yeah, I’m absolutely buzzing. We’re so excited. Y/N is doing well so far and we just found out we’re having a little girl so I’m fucking gassed.”

“Ayye! That’s sick, mate. Congratulations, really. So you're naming her Judy right?” Jude teased but definitely laced with a bit of seriousness he hoped he’d be involved in his best friend's baby’s life somehow.

“Yeah, obviously. First name that came to my mind when I looked at the image of my beautiful baby girl and Y/N.” Trent joked sarcastically laughing. “Thank you though. Shit! Y/N is going to kill me that I told you. How do I tell her you know?” He started to worry. Jude laughed at his panic. Trent didn’t need to fret really, Jude wasn’t going to tell anyone.

“Just tell her it was important I knew because you’re naming her after me. Simple as.” Jude laughed. Trent rolled his eyes.

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‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

Index:

Chapter 1 - Size of A Plum

Chapter 2 - With a ‘U’ or an ‘O’

Chapter 3 - Auntie Laur and A Very Drunk Boy

Chapter 4 - Baby Dior

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 5 - His Treble | ‘Ours’

You walked to your car you had left at the airport. It wasn’t often you left a car at the airport, usually you took a service but for some reason you did for this trip. Trent held your hand and helped you into the front seat of the big Range Rover. You leaned your head back onto the seat, tired. You were exhausted and it was late. The light from the motorway flashed into the car as you drove. You watched the veins on Trent’s hand that gripped the steering wheel. You found yourself staring out the window as the lights from houses on the way to yours warmed the night. Your vision couldn’t keep up with the scenery rolling by. The blur of the outside began to lull you to sleep. The ride was quiet. Trent knew you were tired so he let you drift off. He flicked his eyes over to your seat when you finally arrived home. You were sound asleep curled up the best you could be with your belly in the passenger seat. He came round and opened the car door carefully picking you up into his arms like a little kid.

He brought you upstairs and laid you in your bed. You groggily whined, not happy that you had to get ready for bed. You were too tired to do anything. Trent laughed at your childishness and scooped up again and brought you to the ensuite sitting you on the sink counter. Eventually you made your way back to bed on your own two feet. You might’ve washed your face but you definitely didn’t wash away the childish mood you were in. You wiggled around in the bed trying to get comfortable before Trent came back in. You huffed unable to settle in. He pulled the covers down and was starting to climb in when you looked up at his perfect body only in his boxers and your eyes widened. You blinked a few times and gave him a cheeky look, one that didn’t do justice to the sinful ideas you were having in your foggy brain. You could feel your pussy start to throb. It wasn’t going to fade away easily. You needed Trent lately in an almost feral way and he wasn’t exactly complaining. He looked back at you with a smug smile.

“Erm… T, are you busy?” You propped yourself up on your elbow before sitting up more. Sheepishly trying to get this conversation started. Frankly, you could just blatantly look him in the eye and say ‘fuck me’ and it would happen but you were more of a polite lady then that… sometimes.

“Am I busy?” He returned the question with a hearty laugh. “No, I’m not, baby. I’m just getting into bed. What do you need?” He said with a sly smile because he knew exactly what you needed. Your hormones took over every move. You were bursting with need. You climbed onto his lap and he chuckled but you gave him a look that said ‘I’m not messing around and I need you to fuck me.’ You started grinding for release onto his thigh. He grabbed your face gently and seized your lips with an intimate hot kiss. “Hmm?” He hummed for you to tell him what you needed. You breathed deeply trying to get some air after the kiss.

“Can you…” you paused suddenly, getting nervous as he stared at you with such a smug smile. His hands began to caress your body. Kneading your ass then coming around your waist up to cup your boobs. He nodded for you to continue talking. Goosebumps tingled across your skin when his thumbs brushed over your pert nipples. “T… please.” You whined and he just looked at you waiting only for you to tell him. “Can you please… like I want you to…” you fumbled around your words as you felt your desire soak your panties, making them cling to your aching core. You were desperately rubbing yourself down onto his thigh.

“What is it, baby? You want me to fuck you?” His unwavering gaze on you flickered between your eyes and your parted lips. His lips still pulled into a teasing smile. You just nodded with a pouty face. His hands palmed your ass digging his fingers into you. You could feel his hard cock begin to tent his boxers. His palm slid around your hip. He reached his thumb to ghost over your drenched covered pussy. He moved his hands swiftly though to pick you up by your ass. He held you up and gently placed you down on the bed coming over you. His eyes flashed up to capture yours. He wanted to make sure that everything was okay even though you were begging for this. You squirmed under his feathery kisses working down your body. You parted your legs more for him to have better access to your throbbing pussy.

“Mmhhm,” you nodded eagerly as his head dropped to your core. “You can do anything you want, T.” You giggled greedily. Hearing you say you were all for him had ignited a fire behind Trent’s eyes.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet,” he groaned, peeling your panties down your smooth leg. He dragged his fingers through your wet folds. Trent was never going to say no to you tonight or ever. He became incredibly focused. He stretched his thumb to rub circled around your clit while slowly pushing in two fingers. He felt your walls begin to flutter around him. He ducked his head down, moving his thumb and replacing it with his tongue, flicking it over it, again and again. He began sucking on your clit while you whined as he played with you. He laid himself in a more comfortable position and started moving his perfect plump lips against your pussy. He sucked on your bud and parted your folds with his tongue, the tip frantically teasing you. He smiled beneath you, his face slick and shiny with you.

“That’s it, I got you, baby” You caught his lips curve into a soft smile before your eyes fluttered closed. You moaned his name again and again. “Cum for me. Just relax, beautiful.” His words vibrated against your clit. You felt white hot pleasure crash over you. A symphony of whines flowed out of you with every one of his movements. He drew out your orgasm.”Good girl.” He cooed. He moved you gently in the bed and turned you over pulling your hips back to him. Your back was broken in an arch, your mouth opened in a silent cry, and your fingers entangled in the sheets beneath you. Trent pressed kisses all along your spine. He pumped his cock with one hand strategically dragging the tip through your sensitive, wet folds.

“T.. please, I need you so bad, baby.” You whimpered, borderline begging, getting impatient. You desperately tried to roll your hips back into him. He groaned, sliding his length inside you. One of his hands curved down to find your clit at the exact same time as your hand did. When they met, he placed his larger hand over yours. He guided your own fingers to swirl around your clit. It was so fucking hot. Him in control like this. A ring of cream built on the base of his cock as he continued to thrust into you. You were so tired and Trent was filled with what felt like unlimited energy and stamina. You fell from resting on your palms to resting on your forearms. You were almost worn out after your first orgasm. You turned your head some to look back at him. You pouted back at him. Your drowsy pregnant body couldn’t handle exactly keeping up with your ambitious sexual desire. You whined, wanting more of him but you physically couldn’t do it. Your sleepy efforts just weren’t enough.

“Fuck, baby. Just gimme one more, yeah? Be a good girl and cum with me this time.” He sweetly whispered in your ear. Shakily you tried to hold yourself up. Trent helped wrapping his arm under your hips, supporting you. His hard thrusts practically putting you to sleep. He straightened your body to press your back to his chest. One hand slid over your body though coming to massage your tits cheekily pulling on your nipple. His other hand slid down in front of you coming to play with your swollen, sensitive clit again.

“Can you do that for me, baby? Huh?” His thrusts were mind-numbingly perfect. Your eyes were shut tight but you nodded eagerly for him. Trent held you so tightly, completely flush against him. His pace had become relentless, his hips unforgiving as he moved, driving his cock in and out of you, consistently hitting a spot so deep inside you. “Fuck, gonna cum beautiful.” he cursed. His fingers dug into your skin and his head fell back, as he pushed his hips up one last time before he spilled into your tight heat. Trent’s eyes rolled back at the way you gently moved your hips against his to help him ride out his high.

"Oh fuck.. Trent..baby." His finger continued circling your clit and you came hard for a second time as he began to still. His warm cum pumped deep inside of you. His hands rubbed your trembling slightly sweaty body in the softest way. He kissed you everywhere he could. You just stayed tight to him with his hands on you, unable to hold your own body up. “That what you needed, my greedy girl?” He laughed out of breath.

“Mmhmm. Thank you.” You shyly answered him. You could feel his heart pound in his chest behind you. Trent gently laid you down on the bed, pulling out. He looked down at you with a smile. He was gorgeous, flushed, chest rising and falling. His hand stroking your cheek. “You’re so gorgeous” You giggled attempting to lift your head up towards him for a kiss. Your hand outstretched to scratch at his beard. He kissed you and collapsed onto the sheets next to you pulling you into his embrace for sleep.

“Morning, pretty girl” Trent’s chest vibrated underneath your tired cheek as he hummed. A sleepy smile pulled your features up. You were so tired after last night you just squished your face further exhausted against his warm skin. You wanted to stay there forever with him but you needed to pack again for your holiday to the Maldives. You felt like you just unpacked from Paris. You had a general idea of what you wanted to pack before but now with social media a buzz after Paris you weren’t so sure. You weren’t thrilled that people were speculating online that you were pregnant but they didn’t have any real information or photos confirming it. They saw you at Dior Baby… so what? You could’ve been shopping for a friend. You weren’t but you very well could’ve been! You were on your favorite ottoman in the wardrobe deciding which bathing suits you wanted to bring. The problem was that you were obviously pregnant at this point. You were due in a little under 3 months. It couldn’t really be bloat, weight gain, or anything else. In addition to packing you were laying out clothing options for tomorrow. Before you headed off on your holiday you had planned a maternity shoot. You wanted to remember this time of your life. You decided you wanted to just shoot at your own home. Comfortable, simple, homey. You didn’t want to do anything extravagant so the plan was to have a photographer come to you.

“T…” you started to cry. The tears ran down your face pulling your makeup with it. “I really don’t feel like myself. I don’t even look like me.” You kept crying only further working yourself up. Your face was so puffy. Your eyes filled with tears. Trent gave you a soft sympathetic smile. You did look different but to him in the most beautiful way possible.

“Baby, baby. C’mere.” He pulled you into his chest picking you up and replacing you in the seat, sitting you back down in his lap. “You look absolutely gorgeous. You're the most stunning mummy. Really.” He gave you a soft intimate kiss. “Frankly, baby, really fucking sexy too.” He laughed squeezing your thigh. You couldn’t not smile when he said stuff like that.

“When we go to Cheval Blanc… people are going to see.” You cuddled into him resting your head on his shoulder. He held you a little closer.

“Well, baby… we’re going to have these perfect perfect pictures. We can share one. Make our own announcement? Hmm?” He looked at you with his deep brown eyes and a soft smile. “You look beautiful. It’d be nice too. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I guess.” You quietly murmured out. Tilting your head up towards him to lean in for a kiss.

“I want to post one. As much as I love keeping this all to myself.” His hands caressed all over you and cheekily moved under your boobs. “I wouldn’t mind showing people just how beautiful and sexy you are carrying my baby.” He giggled a little with a sweet squeeze and a proud beaming smile.

“You can’t ever leave me… like ever Trent.” You picked your hand up to hold his cheek. You looked at his beautiful face and you just felt all your anxiety wash away. He always did that for you. “You're the only person who makes it all okay." You swallowed attempting to stop any more tears. You ducked your head and tapped his nose with yours. "You make everything okay. I love you so much, baby.” He really did. Even when you felt your absolute worst he managed to make you smile.

“I will never leave you. Not in a million years. They would never ever be able to pry the most beautiful, loving, kind, smart, funny, perfect women away from me.” He squished you in his embrace. “My girl, my baby, my little girl's mummy, my forever. Okay?” His tone was soft and sweet. You giggled. Pressing a kiss to his lips. He always so seamlessly was able to shift your mindset. In his arms so sweetly wrapped around you you felt a lot better about getting in front of a camera now.

You sat in the large bed in your bedroom at home. (The vibe) You wore a white button down Oxford shirt of Trent’s with only a few buttons done to cover your boobs, the rest undone to show off your bump. You pulled the collar of the shirt off your shoulders. Naturally, of course, you also wore the gold Van Cleef necklace that meant the world to you. The bed was unmade but the white comforters tousled around you looked perfectly messy. It looked just the way you wanted it to. Even though you weren’t loving the way you felt earlier, seeing the shots as they were taken appear on the monitor made you really happy. Trent stood next to the photographer telling you how gorgeous you looked. He took a few sneaky extra photos on his phone just to keep for himself until you got the real images back.

“T, baby, can we do our few together?” You looked at him with a puppy dog face.

“Yeah, C’mere.” He came around the cameras to stand on his knees behind you wrapping his hands around your frame, occasionally dropping them to caress your stomach. He whispered in your ear something cheeky about having a camera in the bedroom for another time. You giggled and tilted your head to look up at him. He gave you that perfect smile back. The photographer gassed you up telling you these were amazing and when you were done and stood with them reviewing the shots, they were right. They were everything and more.

It was a lonnnng flight ahead of you. 10 or 11 hours from Heathrow. So 10 or 11 hours in addition to your trip from Liverpool to London. You and Trent were taking a commercial flight. First class of course because it was still Trent after all. The most nerve wracking feeling that had already occurred to you when you were packing was returning as you arrived at the airport. You were in matching Essentials sweat sets, hoods up. You were escorted to board ahead of the lines to avoid any security issues. Trent carried the book tote you were bringing for you. You honestly would never complain about not flying private. To be fair, you actually never batted an eye about commercial flights but you were so scared someone would make out you were pregnant. Despite your fears you arrived in the Maldives unscathed, unnoticed.

When you arrived at the hotel and they took you to your villa. It was private and secluded. An oasis for the two of you to enjoy until you became three. You couldn’t thank Trent enough for this. It was so special. It was so thoughtful and intimate. You couldn’t wait to cuddle up to him for the next week. You giddily explored the space built on stilts above the turquoise water of the Indian Ocean. You giggled talking about taking baths in the gorgeous en suite, laying in the hammock, ordering lush fresh food asap but then Trent dragged you by the hand into the bedroom.

“If it weren’t 30° and sunny outside I would keep you right here in this bed for the next 7 days, pretty girl.” He sat down in the big comfortable bed and leaned back on his hands pressed into the comforter behind him. He looked at you while you walked over to him, standing in between his legs. He wrapped his hands around you and landed his big hands on your ass. He kissed your stomach.

“You look so beautiful carrying our little girl.” He looked up at you with so much love in his eyes no like you were his whole world.

“T…” You giggled. “You want to stay in bed?” You asked, switching into a more seductive tone. The way he was sitting with his legs spread had your imagination running wild. You grabbed his thighs and using them as support you sank down onto your knees.

“Baby, you don’t have to…” he paused when you started unbuttoning his trousers, pulling the zipper down tantalizingly slow. He groaned watching you take out his hardening cock. Your hands wrapped around his length. Your eyes darkened staring up at him as you let a line of spit fall from your lips onto his pulsating cock. He winced. You placed your thumb over his slit that had begun leaking pre cum. You massaged over it and he groaned before you continued sliding your hand down to his base. He tossed his head back in pleasure. You placed and dragged your tongue over the slit slowly. He watched as you finally began to wrap your lips around the tip of his cock. You began to put your tongue to work, swirling it around his head while keeping your lips firmly around the top, sucking it. Every time he had you like this it was just unreal for Trent. It was so good. To watch you take all of him so deep in your mouth, gagging on his length. “Fuck, baby that’s so good. You look so beautiful like this.” He could feel you moan around his length at his words. You looked so beautiful, tears threatening to spill from your lash line and saliva coating around your mouth. “Im gonna cum, baby. Shit that feels so good. Im gonna cum.” His cock hit deep in the back of your throat. You could feel his cock start to pulse more until he released into your mouth coating it in his cum. He moaned at the feeling. You lazily continued sucking him until you milked him of everything he had, finishing by gently kissing the head of his cock. You stuck out your tongue to show him giggling and then swallowed for him. You opened your mouth once more to let him now you did a good job for him. “Fuck, baby, baby, baby, you’re amazing. C’mere, lemme make you feel good. Yeah?” He said picking you up from underneath your arms. He went to turn you around to place you on the bed but you stopped him.

“No, I’m okay, really, baby. I just wanted you to relax. I want to go lay outside in the sun now anyways.” You giggled some more, squeezing his biceps. Trent’s breathing was still heavy, spent from the fantastic head he just received.

“I am definitely relaxed. My heart is racing but I’m relaxed.” He breathily laughed, placing a kiss on your forehead. Trent went and unzipped your suitcases. He helped unpack and organize under your supervision and exact instructions. He was so helpful and patient. You liked things a certain way and he would do anything to make it happen. It was getting harder and harder to bend over so he had been having to do a lot lately. You asked him to hand you a new tan crochet bikini you had just gotten from Tularosa to wear. It had little roset details and had a little skimpy bottom.

“Okay, maybe I’m not that relaxed anymore. Jesus, you look so fucking good, baby.” Trent groaned watching you slip it on. You weren’t feeling great about your body especially in a bikini with your bump but he made you feel pretty good about how you looked right now. You did a cute spin for him and he puffed air out of mouth shaking his head reacting to how good you looked. You made your way to lay outside in a hammock over the water together. You just cuddled up not talking much. You played with his hair in the silence and warmth of the sun and his embrace. Just being in his presence alone was perfection. After a while it wasn’t all that comfortable for you though. A hammock wasn’t exactly providing enough support for your back. So Trent helped you up and you two opted to lay on a lounger on the deck instead. You leaned against the back while Trent laid a bit lower on his stomach in between your legs gently resting his head on your bump. He loved laying on your stomach lately and being able to feel your baby kick.

“I feel like she’ll have a banging right foot. Might give you a run for your money, T.” You giggled. “Or maybe a left, you never know. It wouldn’t be hard for her to have a better left foot than you.” You teased.

“Very rude so I’ll ignore the last bit but yeah, her kicks lately have been so mad. Deffo top bin strikes.” He laughed back at you.

As the day began to wind down you decided to make a last minute reservation for dinner back at the main resort. You got dressed for dinner that night wearing a sheer maxi knit dress. You got nervous as you stood looking in the mirror analyzing your look. You turned to the side and sighed. It was like the bigger your bump got the smaller your confidence got. You didn’t think it could get any lower than it was but here you were.

“Absolutely stunning.” Trent held you from behind resting his head on your shoulder “luckiest little girl going to have the most beautiful mummy ever.” You cocked your head to the side trying to see if you liked the dress, still appreciating Trent’s comments but focusing on your own image. You didn’t really have time to change but it was a sheer dress that purposely showed undergarments. You had paired it with an Hermes Oasis sandal in a sea foam green color and a mini woven Gucci bag.

“Her daddy’s pretty handsome too, you know.” You spun around. “I’d go as far as saying a certifiable DILF.” You giggled. Trent’s eyes widened with a glimmer of satisfaction, he was thrilled with the comment.

“Yeah? Well, daddy can be all yours whenever you’d like to fuck.” He teased, pecking your lips before you laughed. You got on your way to dinner. You held hands and walked through the restaurant. Trent’s fame aside, you were an objectively really good looking couple. People stared when you walked in most places and nothing was different in the Maldives evidently. The restaurant was beautiful. Perfect food, company, and a sunset so good you’d think it was fake. An older couple nearby when leaving stopped at the table.

“We don’t mean to interrupt but we just wanted to let you know what a gorgeous couple you are.” You smiled politely and thanked them. It happened more often than you’d care to admit. It was really sweet but with how many people approached Trent for football related things you wouldn’t mind if you could just go out and have no comments made about you from anyone. You sound ungrateful… maybe it’s the hormones. It didn’t actually bother you. You and Trent sat there until it was dark talking about who your daughter might look like more, the fast approaching preseason, gossip from friends and family, just a million different things. Trent ordered a dessert for ‘himself’ because you said you were scared you were gaining too much weight. He dismissed your comment with a hush and ordered one you were unsure about. It was a banana sorbet. You’d never tried that before and it didn’t sound like something you wanted to or Trent would even like but you trusted him. To be fair you had been eating all sorts of weird concoctions with your cravings so who were you to judge a simple banana flavor. Ultimately, you ended up eating the whole thing. It was so good. He knew you probably better than you knew yourself sometimes. When you were finished Trent helped you stand up, pulling your chair out for you. You were walking out of the restaurant to go back to your villa when a little boy and his dad ran up to Trent. The father tried to be polite but the little boy's enthusiasm was hard to contain. You offered to take a photo for them. A recurring saga ensued. The father posted the photo on Instagram detailing how kind Trent was. The problem was he also included a line in his caption that led to the start of more internet chaos.

‘We wished him and his wife good luck with their first born’

To be fair, he didn’t know all that much about Trent’s personal life, he knew his son loved this athlete not the intricacies of the athlete’s PR; that you weren’t his wife, your pregnancy was a secret, the hotel you were staying at, all sorts of information now outed to the public. Neither you or Trent really followed that stuff until it caught so much traction it was unavoidable. A lot of times fan accounts combed through Trent’s tagged photos and there this information was, out in the open, out to the world. It was only a matter of time till this one caught up to you. You went home after dinner. You were exhausted so you got directly into bed. You snuggled on the covers, happy, full, in love, and unaware of the stories unfolding online.

Trent wrapped his arm around you and let out a sigh letting you know he was as exhausted at you.

“T…” you quietly called out not sure he had fallen to sleep immediately. You laid your head on his chest breathing in his scent, feeling the warmth radiate off his body. You peppered kisses onto his bare skin beneath you.

“You okay, baby? Everything alright?” He shuffled upwards to look down at you a little overly concerned. You nodded but then smiled up at him with feigned innocence. You pushed yourself up first to give him a proper kiss.

“Can you hold me a little closer? I miss you.” You asked and rolled your lip into a dramatic frown. Trent stifled out a laugh and then hummed. His chest warmed in happiness when he saw you attempting to persuade him to do something you didn’t even have to ask for, let alone convince him to do.

“I’m right here, silly girl.” He laughed and you gave him a pouty face. “I’m kidding. Of course, of course. C’mere.” He rolled you over gently and cuddled up to you from behind wrapping his strong arms around your frame.

“I love you, T.” You sleepily cuddled back into him.

“My perfect, perfect baby.” He cooed. He kissed the back of your head and pulled you closer into him. You fell asleep just like that in the most loving embrace possible. Even faster than you fell asleep that night your trip came to a close. You woke up on the last day of your holiday and smiled particularly happy with your current view. Trent had gotten out of the shower and was standing directly in your sight line. He ran his hands over his hair. His muscles flexed and tensed. He looked magnificent. His perfectly golden brown skin littered with water droplets. Your jaw slacked a little. He eventually wrapped a towel around his waist. You’d think it would ruin the view but he looked just as good. He tucked the towel in place and turned to look at you.

“Close your mouth.” He laughed at you. He came over and grabbed your chin and shut your mouth for you, placing a kiss to your lips to seal it closed. You used his strong arms to pull yourself up. You made your way into the ensuite and sat at the vanity to get ready yourself. Trent followed after you just wanting to be close. You smiled at him through the mirror. You weren’t at home but the domesticity of sharing spaces like this always warmed your heart. He bent over and smushed a kiss onto your cheek. He moved kisses down your face, to your jaw, and then your neck when he got lazy and just settled for nuzzling his face further into your skin. That was until he blew a raspberry against your skin. You jumped and whined.

“Ick, T! You’re so annoying!” You giggled not actually believing he was. You smiled at him amused with his antics. His hands ghosted all over your body. Every time he touched you it just sent shockwaves through your whole body. It almost made you dizzy. It was the most perfect cross between lust, love, and excitement. You ended up messing around in bed for a little that resulted in calling for another shower for you both but eventually you were back instructing Trent to give you certain items of clothes you needed to fold a specific way to place in your suitcase to pack and head home.

As you got to the airport to fly home you sat in a private lounge and you watched a woman reading the Daily Mail on her phone. Your eyes widened in shock when she scrolled to the next headline.

‘Is Trent Alexander-Arnold finally getting his treble? Liverpool Star is expecting his first child with American girlfriend’

Evidently not just fans but the news outlets had seen the father of the boy you met a dinner's post. You nudged Trent a few times and he just hummed, not picking his head up. You settled for grabbing his phone abruptly and typing his name and daily mail into google and voila there it was, an article talking about how everyone believed you to be expecting. A silly play on words about Trent finally winning treble after he lost the Champions League. Although, you think if it came down to it, Trent would pick your family of 3 over 3 trophies but neither here nor there. As you boarded the plane, Trent was on the phone with Tyler discussing some sort of damage control. You weren’t paying attention really until you caught the tail end of one of his sentences.

“Yeah, mate. I’m gonna post it before I take off. I’m not hiding this one. I’m starting a family with her. I want people to know that…” Trent kept talking but you were staring at him waiting for him to hang up to ask what the hell he was talking about. You settled into your seats when you waved your hand at him to elaborate. “Baby, if they're going to write articles, I’ll give them something to write about. I’m so in love with you, I’m so excited to start our family together. I want the entire world to know you are mine and the baby we’re about to have is ours.” He expanded and it was cute. You leaned over and watched him scroll through the folder of images you had received back from the photographer from the maternity shoot. He picked one and turned his phone to you for approval. You shrugged with a giggle. Indifferent because you liked all of them to be fair. You saw him type, delete, and then re type a few caption variations. He finally landed on one.

‘Coming Soon Baby AA 🧸 🔜 Mummy and I can’t wait to meet you’

“I’m going on airplane mode so we won’t even have to watch the internet have a field day for a couple hours.” He bent over and kissed you. He reached out his hand and held yours giving it a squeeze. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” You said trying to suppress the nerves he just elicited posting that, tucking your own phone away. You were so scared people would assume this was unplanned, you ‘trapped’ Trent, or a million other different negative possibilities but when Trent squeezed your hand you knew it didn’t really even matter. What mattered was the family you were creating.

Even though you were exhausted the week after you got home, you were simultaneously so excited because your sister, Winnie, was coming to visit this week. You were getting into August, preseason was soon, your due date was soon, it was all really starting to hit how much you had to do before your little girls arrival. You were more than happy to have the extra helping hand. You picked her up from the airport and she made fun of your driving the whole way home and it felt like no time had passed. Like when you first got your license one summer when you were 16 and she ridiculed you the whole time. You loved being with her. It did pop into your head if you and Trent would have more than one but you were getting ahead of yourself. This one hasn’t even been born yet. You walked through the front door and Winnie sighed.

“I just love this house so much. It’s so good. The fridge should be more organized but…” She teased recalling her last visit with your mum ranting away about that. “One other small complaint though, I just wish it was closer to me.” She laughed and poked at your arm. You agreed. The house was amazing but being so far from her really sucked.

“Not sure the MLS is calling us anytime but this house will be coming back with me if we ever moved to the US.” You laughed teasing. It was highly unlikely you ever returned to the US to live which was really weird to think about. “T’s at a training session but we’ll have dinner with him tonight.” You explained to her. She nodded and you two gossiped about people you knew from home, she showed you the boy that unfortunately just ghosted her, normal sister conversations until you head the front door open. Trent came home and was knackered but he was still excited to see Winnie. Trent’s chef was back around the house because it was getting so close to the season kicking off again so he made dinner tonight. It was such a nice night so you opted to eat dinner outside. You clung to the summer weather dreading the cold rainy winter approaching so you wanted to take advantage of it. You picked at your food listening to Trent tell you about his session and then Winnie explained her shitty situation with the boy to Trent. He nodded along and gave his input.

“T, you have any friends for me?” Winnie asked, half joking half serious. Trent tilted his head to really think about the question and if he actually did have any friends. He knew plenty of single guys. The thing was, he just wasn’t sure if he wanted any of them to know Winnie.

“No, Win, you don’t want a footballer. Just don’t.” You interjected Trent’s thoughts. His eyes went wide and then he began to laugh. He grabbed your chin gently and turned your face towards you.

“Yeah, okay, baby, because you’re incredibly opposed.” Trent mocked you. It was a little hypocritical to tell your sister not to want a footballer when Trent was your dream man. To be fair though, no one was like Trent.

“Yeah, Y/N… honestly, you’re not about to have a child with one or anything.” Your sister joined in making fun of you. You liked when she was here because it was important to you that she and Trent were close and that they liked each other which thankfully they did. Trent was always so good with people. It would take him a minute to warm up but he was beyond endearing and Winnie felt that way too. He was so good to you it would be hard for her to dislike him. “So, T, ready to be a girl dad? Fast approaching now.” Winnie asked, picking up her drink but pausing her sip to look at him across the table.

“Erm… yeah. I think. I’ll take it day by day. I don’t really know what I’m walking into but…” Trent paused, starting to think if he really was ready. “I don’t know how to do hair or like which princess is which or what to do when she gets her…ya know.” He tailed off at the end of his sentence. You and Winnie in fact didn’t know what he was referring to. So you nodded for him to continue. “Like when she gets her period. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with that.”Your sister gave him a patronizing ‘aww’ You couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m serious! I’m worried ya know?” You squeezed Trent’s thigh and gave him a peck on the lips. You felt bad he was worried but he didn’t need to be. He was going to be amazing. The fact that he was even thinking about these things was nice. You and Winnie assured him he would be just fine with her. Simple hair wasn’t all that hard, princesses will be figured out, and you said you would handle the period discussion. If for some reason you weren’t around, Winnie volunteered to be on the bench. He laughed and it felt so nice to hear that sound so close to you. You hated knowing that shortly it would only be over FaceTimes while he was away at preseason. He hadn’t even left and you were counting down the days till he came back.

The next few days were spent in the nursery upstairs with Winnie. You were organizing all the little clothes you had got her already, deciding what went where and occasionally calling on Trent to assemble something. You and your sister consistently were going to shops to find the perfect items for your little girl. One hold out item was a mobile for above her crib. You knew visually what you wanted but you just couldn’t find it.

“You know the vibe we want… like cute, soft, chic but still a little baby’s room.” You unnecessarily explained a vague aesthetic to Winnie walking through a children’s store. She definitely knew what you were talking about. It’s all you had talked about for weeks.

“You’re not going to be a mum who only buys beige toys, right?” she asked you, picking the little brown bear out of your hands showing it to you. “I’m not letting that happen.” She giggled.

“No, stop. I wouldn't do that to her but I don’t mind having some things that look nice as well.” You took the teddy bear back from her. “She needs this.” You huffed like it was obvious and tucked it under your arm. You browsed around for a while until you finally found it. “Oh my god! Win! Win! This… this is the one for her.” You hit her excitedly with the bear a few times. She curled over a little pretending it hurt her before walking towards the display. You had found the cutest mobile. You absolutely needed this one and so you got it immediately. You called Trent on the way home to tell him how excited you were. He didn’t totally understand why it had become such an ordeal but he pretended for you and was happy with you which was nice of him. After a few days still sat in the nursery Winnie was on her way home. You started to cry as she got out of Trent’s car at the airport. “Bye Auntie! We can’t wait to meet you soon!” You giggled between tears giving her a hug. She gave you a soft smile and assured you that she would be back shortly when your little bundle of joy arrived.

That night you laid in bed sulking some missing Winnie. In an effort to make you feel better Trent was massaging your back as you laid on your side. His body was unnecessarily close to yours, his lips were behind your ear whispering how much he loved you. You both could feel the tension rising. You both definitely thinking the exact same thing.

“That feel okay, baby?” He asked in a tone you knew all too well. You hummed an ‘mmhmm’ relishing in the way his big hands felt on your warm skin.

“Anything else I can do?” Pushing his hips into you subtly. You could feel his hard on. His hands ran up and down your sides pulling your shirt up with them as his lips began to nibble on your sensitive neck.

“T, just come inside, please.” You whined cutting directly to the chase. You both wanted it. There was no use in beating around the bush. Lately, anytime Trent was within a foot of you it ended up in sex. You were so needy for him all the time. If he wasn’t enjoying it so much he’d probably tease you about it. Well he did, but not to the extent he could. After another earth shattering orgasm and another night’s sleep you were one day closer to meeting your baby girl.

You were really, really anxious when Trent left for preseason. You think it took you about an hour just to say goodbye to one another. He wasn’t exactly keen on leaving you either but work was work. Dianne promised she was around and she’d look after you for Trent. You found yourself at home though just worrying about nothing and everything all at once. You missed Trent a lot. You needed to sleep in his arms again, you needed to wake up next to him again. You just needed to see him. Physical touch was so important from the jump of your relationship, FaceTimes weren’t enough and even more so now. The days moved painfully slow. Thankfully you got through it. It was coming to the end of Liverpool’s tour and Trent was going to be coming home in a day or so.

You were in your kitchen, going about your day, missing Trent, getting water when a blinding shot of pain ran through you. You gripped the kitchen counter. ‘Fuck’ you mumbled out. You dropped your phone onto the kitchen floor. You hadn’t been feeling well all morning but the fatigue you felt at this moment had you falling to crouch towards the ground. You had a headache that felt like someone had punched you in the face, your vision going blurry. You felt nausea wash over you like a tidal wave. You’d started balling crying. You were freaking out. You were in so much pain you thought you were going to die. You sobbed barely able to breathe, your crying only making the headache and blurred vision worse. You tried your best to slow your breathing and painfully reached out for your phone. You could barely reach it and tapped around on the floor before you finally were able to find it and pull it over to you. You couldn’t call Trent he was probably on the pitch and you knew certainly still in another country. Your teary eyes were unable to make out your screen that well but you managed to hit Dianne’s contact and prayed she would answer.

“Hi hun! Was just thinking of…” you gasped feeling another surge of pain. “What’s going on?” She croaked out scared. You just cried, you couldn’t answer her. “Sweetie, are you okay? You need to talk to me.” She began to panic.

“Di... please. I’m in so much pain, please. I’m on the kitchen floor.” You cried. You were practically shaking. Your head hurt so bad you thought you might pass out. You put the phone on the floor you didn’t have the strength to hold it in your hand anymore.

“I’ll call 999, okay? Or do you want me to come over? What’s happening, Y/N?” You heard her voice through the speaker on your phone in the empty kitchen. Dianne was already grabbing her purse. Her front door slammed and Marcel's head snapped towards it confused where she was off to. She stayed on the phone with you the whole time as she got into her car.

“No! I don’t know! I don’t know! Di, I don’t want to go in the ambulance alone, please.” You continued crying in so much pain terrified whatever was going on was possibly hurting your poor baby girl.

“I’m coming, sweetie. You’re going to be okay. I’ll be right there.” Dianne came and picked you up off the floor carefully getting you into her car. She drove you directly to hospital. You don’t remember the car ride, honestly you blacked it out. You weren’t sure what was more overwhelming the pain or the fear you were experiencing. The attending doctor took care of your assessment and gave you something to calm you down. Dianne stepped out of the room for a moment to call Trent.

“Hi hun… I’m gonna need you to remain really calm, okay?” She could almost hear Trent’s whole body tense over the phone but he agreed. “Y/N is in hospital. I’m not sure what it is. They're checking everything out with the baby now but she's okay.”

“What… Fuck! fuck! fuxkkkk!” Trent yelled into the call furious and scared rolled into one intense emotion. “Why didn’t she call me?” He asked, panicking.

“Hun, you need to calm down. She needed help that was here and didn’t want to worry you. I’m here with her.” Dianne tried to keep her voice steady. She was really worried as well but Trent was losing it.

“I need to talk to her, mum. Let me fucking talk to her.” He snapped. He was angry that he couldn’t get to you. His anger shifted into desperation. He started crying. Dianne wasn’t surprised it upset him this much but she felt horrible she wasn’t able to do anything while he was so worried it was bringing him to tears. She had you in a hospital bed and Trent in another country crying. The whole day was turning to be chaotic to say the least.

“You can’t right now. I will have her call you as soon as she’s able. She doesn’t want you to come back early. You’ll be home in a day, okay?” She tried to convey to Trent what you had told her.

“Are you fucking mad?” Trent never spoke to Dianne like this but he was freaking out. “I’m leaving right now. That’s my child. I need to get home to her and my baby.”

“Trenty…” Dianne tried one more time to calm him down or settle the situation but that wasn’t going to happen. Trent checked out the second he heard you were in hospital. He hung up the phone and cried sitting on the edge of his hotel bed. Trent informed the team he needed to leave for a family emergency and he was on the next flight out. It felt fast to you, long for him. In reality probably about half a day since he left camp and got to the hospital. You could hear someone run down the hall. You knew it was him. No one else would book from another country to your bedside like he would. The door to the room swung open. Dianne stood up but Trent beelined straight to you.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I got you baby.” He wrapped his arms around you, one around your chest the other cradling your head. He spoke with his lips ghosting over your forehead, his hand in your hair. He was shaking. “I am here, now.” He whispered in a shaky voice. His eyes began to water.

“I was so scared, T.” You had an IV drip in one arm but carefully tried to hug him with the other. You felt so frail and fragile. “I thought I was going to…” you paused and started to fully cry again. “loose her.” You muttered out gasping for air getting more upset.

“I’m here now. I’m gonna take care of you.” Trent held you more securely. Taking a seat on the end of the hospital bed. He kissed you repeatedly in between his words. “I’m never leaving you again, baby. I’m so sorry.” He felt horrible. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but it pained him he wasn’t at home to help you. That you had to go through that alone until Dianne got to you.

“The doctors said everything is okay. Y/N needs some more nourishment but your baby girl is safe and healthy.” Dianne spoke softly, relaying information to Trent.

“That was so horrible” you continued to cry while Trent turned to listen to his mum. He nodded as she continued with the more detailed information she had gotten as you held onto him.

“I’m not letting go of you, okay?” He hushed you and let you cling to his body. He was your protector always. This was the worst day of your life and even though you were relieved he was finally there with you, the emotional stress was still coursing through you.

“I love you,” he placed his hand on your cheek. You rested your face in his hand tears soaking it “so much,” he added, watching your eyes flutter closed just happy to feel his touch again.

“I love you too T,” you said after a breath, lifting your head out of the cradle of his hand. He smiled and kissed your forehead. You fell asleep next to him in hospital as he held your hand stroking it watching over you.

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‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

Index:

Chapter 1 - Size of A Plum

Chapter 2 - With a ‘U’ or an ‘O’

Chapter 3 - Auntie Laur and A Very Drunk Boy

Chapter 4 - Baby Dior

Chapter 5 - His Treble

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 6 - Teddy Bear | ‘Ours’

Your due date was fast approaching. It was getting scarily real, in fact. The past couple days had been… difficult. Since the scare at the hospital Trent had been tiptoeing around treating you like a piece of glass. He was being so helpful preparing for your baby girl but you were stressed because he had two away matches back to back and he couldn’t really do anything about that. Your three year anniversary was this week too. You felt a lot of pressure to be ready for that date and for your baby. Trent told you not to worry about the anniversary but you didn’t like that idea because you knew he would most definitely do something for it. It was just so overwhelming to manage anything outside of just looking after your body lately. You actually hadn’t been to a home game of Trent’s yet this season because it was just so taxing. It was hard for you to sit up and down, you hated all the attention on you, the stress of the games was not helping you any. Maybe you were being a little over dramatic but it was a lot to go to Anfield let alone an away match. It was all too much so he told you it was better for you to watch from the comfort of home. You were roughly due in about a week or so at this point. Your parents and Winnie were coming in a few days so they’d be at your house soon as well. Trent had left yesterday to travel to Leicester for a match. So once again, you had opted to stay home for his match and watch the clash at your place with Marcel. Between your anniversary, your family coming, Trent’s game, and your baby you felt like you were going to explode both mentally and physically.

“Sorry to be a pain, Marce, can you help me get up?” You giggled and looked at him for some assistance. Your once very comfortable couch had really become a pain in the ass for you. The cushions were so deeply set it was hard to get yourself up on your own.

“Yeah, course.” He stood up and held both your hands to pull you up. Marcel was a saving grace when Trent wasn’t around. You felt a little bad that his friend, i.e. you; had become a pregnant woman he had to stay home with and help get off the couch as opposed to your previously very fun nights at Anfield drinking. You walked about halfway to the kitchen before the worst pain you ever felt ran through you. You were terrified it was another episode of what happened the other week when you were rushed to hospital. That was until you felt a pop sensation and water hit the wooden floor.

“Marce…. “ you yelped. He just hummed barely acknowledging you, keeping his attention on the match. “No, seriously… Marce.” You whined. The sudden pain had you bending over. He turned his head towards you and saw you wincing in pain.

“Fuck” he jumped up from the couch. He ran over to you. “Wait… wait what the fuck do I do?” His eyes widened in panic as he rushed over. Your water had broken.

“Marce… I can’t exactly wait can I? I need you to take me to hospital.” You were trying to slow your breathing. You were attempting to remain calm but seeing the younger boy in front of you absolutely shell shocked was not helping.

“Well, what do we do about Trent… I’ll call him right?” Marcel babbled asking you questions you didn’t have the mental capacity to answer right now, placing his hand on your back, waking you towards the door. All your preparations for this moment had gone out the window.

“Marce… I don’t know, I've never done this before!! We need to go to hospital now!” He nodded, panicking. He let go of you and ran to grab his keys. You heard him pick them up and then drop them nervously running back over to you muttering to himself. He helped you into the front seat of his car. He was in a full blown panic attack and it definitely was not settling your nerves.

“I don’t know the directions to hospital… hold on” he mumbled out tapping at the dashboard in his car into the maps app.

“Marce… I said it inside I can’t exactly ‘hold on’ right now. Can you just take a deep breath for me because your fucking stressing me out.” You quipped at him. He nodded at you, still focused on getting the GPS to work. He figured it out eventually and got on the motorway. Of course, this happened when you were with him. You had called Trent about 10 times to no avail. He hadn’t answered and he hadn’t responded to any texts either. You took a break calling him to ring Dianne, insisting Marcel try Trent while you spoke with her. You needed to tell someone other than Marcel you were having this baby.

“Di… hi, yeah. Erm…well I’m pretty sure I’m going into labor so…” she gasped you could hear her bobble her phone almost dropping it. “In the panic I forgot the baby bag we packed though. Could you go to our house before… I wasn’t thinking.” You started to get upset at how poorly you felt you managed this unfolding. Tears forming in your eyes. Your breath getting lost somewhere in the car. It didn’t help that your contractions were getting rapidly more intense. “No…no, I haven’t heard from him. He hasn’t picked up.” You explained to her that you hadn’t been able to get in contact with Trent yet. Saying it out loud only heightened the emotions.

“He’ll be there hun. I’ll grab the bag and see you soon. Try to take a breath, it’s all going to be just fine. Tell Marce to relax as well.” She gave you a sympathetic laugh knowing Marcel was probably freaking out, which he was. You appreciated her calm demeanor. You arrived at the hospital still unable to reach Trent. You were sobbing. You couldn’t calm down until the nurses literally made you calm down with a sedative. Trent was out on the pitch whilst all this was happening unknowingly thinking you were happy at home watching him. He came in from warming up and sat down in the dressing room. He began to start preparing his match ready kit when he saw all the missed calls on his phone.

“Oh shit! Fuck!” He yelled, standing up from his locker room stall. He read the 100 messages you sent him all reminding him that you were going to have his baby and you’d like him to be there.

“Where you going mate?!” Andy yelled out as Trent ran out of the dressing room abruptly. He notified someone on the coaching staff and they cleared him to go. Trent was going to leave regardless of the consequences frankly.

“I'm having a baby.” He shouted frantically to Andy while messily throwing his things together and grabbing his bag sprinting faster than he ever had on any pitch before. Thank god the game was only about 2 hours away.

“He’s not here… I can’t believe hes not here. He’s going to miss this” you said, attempting to stifle more cries, squeezing Dianne’s hand in the hospital room for support. “Can you call him again?” You whimpered looking up at her distraught. All you could think of was Trent. You really appreciated Dianne being with you but you wished it was his hand who you were holding. Your contractions were starting to become stronger and closer together when Dianne heard the slaps of slides running down the hallway. A nurse guided Trent, still dressed in his full Liverpool warm ups, into the room towards you. You felt so nauseous but seeing Trent provided momentary comfort.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m here. I got you. You're gonna do great, baby. Hmm?” He cooed, pressing a kiss into your hair, wiping some off your face as the doctor explained what was going to happen to Trent.

“T… I’m so glad you’re here.” You whined as people in the room rushed around. It all felt like a foggy haze and a painfully slow one at that.

“I would never miss this.” He smiled at you, pressing his lips to you again. “I’m so proud of you, Y/N. I love you, baby. I’ll be here the whole time. You’re gonna do so well. You’re so strong, okay? I love you so so much.” he murmured interspersed with more kisses. Well… it was fucking horrible but your were as strong as you could be for your new little family, for your baby girl, for her daddy. When she arrived the world blurred. The only thing that existed in your life was the most beautiful baby girl you’d ever seen. You were almost oblivious to the rest of the process. One hour ago your lives changed forever when Teddy Marie Alexander-Arnold entered the world.

The pain from earlier slipped away leaving you in love with the brand new tiny human laying on your chest. It felt like a dream. She was far too perfect to be real. A little while later Trent watched as the nurses laid her tiny head on him. He whispered to her and started to cry a little looking at how small she was on his chest. Watching it his emotions unfold made you start crying. He laughed with a sniffle seeing you get worked up over it all so he leaned over and pressed his perfect pout your daughter had inherited to your lips with your little girl in between you two. It felt like your very first kiss. Only now, you were parents.

“I can’t believe how perfect she is.” You mumbled quietly watching Teddy have a big yawn back in your arms. You giggled at just how remarkably pretty she was.

“I can, she’s your daughter. Makes sense.” Trent cooed rubbing his nose against your cheek. He said that and you obviously knew she was, hell, you could definitely still feel that she was but she was a carbon copy of Trent. God, just the exact spitting image and you loved every bit of it. During your whole pregnancy you’d have conversations about who’s features you’d want her to have but secretly you wanted just this. She looked identical to him. She only existed for a little over an hour but you could see Trent clearly in her big brown eyes and perfect pout. Tiredly, your little girl looked up at you two, now awake, catching her every movement. It was then when you watched in real time Teddy wrap Trent around her tiny little chubby finger.

“Hell of an anniversary present, huh?” You teased Trent as his eyes filled with love hearts looking at his precious baby girl hold onto his one finger with her whole hand.

“She is the most perfect gift. You could ever give me, one that we created. Thank you so much for carrying our baby girl. Allowing me to do this with you. You’re amazing, baby. You’d think those words would’ve lost there meaning over the last couple hours from the amount of times I said them. I swear they’ve never lost an ounce of their weight, seriously. They have never been more true. I knew you were amazing from the moment I met you on 78th Street. God, you were like super glue on my brain. The second I looked into your eyes that beautiful stare never fucking left. Your strength and resilience never cease to amaze me, Y/N. I know you’re rolling your eyes but you really do inspire me. You inspire me to be a better man, a better person. Some days I'm just amazed you even manage to put up with me. You've amazed me throughout our entire relationship.” Trent ended his monologue with a kiss to your lips. He was going to keep talking until you cut him off.

“T… I can’t cry anymore, please.” You whine with a giggle. He needed to stop talking like that or you’d start bawling. “I love you, baby. We are so lucky we have you.” You looked down at your baby girl with a feeling you’d rarely experienced before. Confidence. You were confident. So sure in the fact that Trent would always take care of you two. “Thank you, T. Really, thank you for being the best source of strength for both of us. You’ve been perfect the whole time. I’ve always said this but your dedication is so incredible and you’ve been incredibly dedicated to building an amazing life for me and her. Thank you for being you. I couldn’t have done this without you. As much as you are my boyfriend, my life partner, my baby’s daddy, it made this all the more special that you’re also my best friend, T.” Trent’s lash line filled with tears. He rested his forehead on yours.

“She’s ours, baby. All mine and yours.” He cooed as you tilted your head up for kiss.

Tyler, Marcel, and Dianne sat in the waiting room ironically impatiently. A TV in the room of the hospital was on SkySports quietly buzzing on about the latest reports happening in the Premier League.

‘Trent Alexander-Arnold has been removed from Liverpool’s line up tonight.’

The TV muffled out the news. All three of them picked their heads up to see the report deducing what possibly could have caused the unforeseen change. They just laughed knowing what Trent was doing was beyond worth missing a match. A nurse came before the segment about Trent ended advising his family they could come and see you. Shortly after, you heard a timid knock on the door. Dianne appeared with Marcel peeking in. They were quiet as you sat beaming on the bed with Trent sitting on its edge both still admiring Teddy.

“Congratulations, my baby boy” Dianne came over and gave Trent a tight hug. “So proud of you. Congratulations, sweetie.” She leaned over and kissed your forehead and you smiled up at her. “Oh my goodness isn’t she just perfection. I feel like I’m having Deja vu. You look just like your daddy, don’t you?” She cooed in a soft voice as Teddy opened and closed her mouth and leaned her tiny head onto your chest more adjusting to the world. Marcel snuck up behind his mum and looked over her shoulder down at the little baby in your arms. He hummed like he was inspecting her and was satisfied.

“Congrats bro.” He turned to dap Trent up and gave him a hug. “She looks so much like you and yet somehow she’s perfect and pretty…” he joked, eliciting a slap on the arm from Trent. Tyler waited towards the door not wanting to crowd you, ever thoughtful. When a little space cleared as everyone settled in he came a little closer with a big bouquet.

“For TAA the 2nd’s mummy.” He tipped the flowers towards you to see them and you smiled as he placed the arrangement on a table beside you. He turned back to you with a more serious, sincere look on his face. “Y/N, I know we give you a hard time usually but jokes aside we’re so happy you’re a part of our family. We all knew Trent was punching” Tyler spoke softly until he was cut off.

“You said jokes aside?” Trent looked at Tyler confused at why he was catching strays. Tyler rolled his eyes and turned back to you.

“Anyways… we’re so glad you’re here. This little girl is so lucky to have you, really. I speak for all of us, we love you so much.” He squeezed your hand. It was hard that your immediate family wasn’t there for this but when it really came down to it, the Alexander-Arnolds were your family, wholeheartedly. Teddy was so lucky she was born into such a loving family. They always looked after you and you knew they would look after her probably even a little bit more.

“Marce, do you want to hold her?” You looked up at him and at first he looked terrified but then he mustered some courage and nodded. You patted the bed with one free hand telling him to sit next to you and so he did. He turned his head and looked at you closely. Tired but glowing.

“I’m really happy for you, Y/N. You mean a lot to me. If this little girl is even a fraction like you, she’ll be an amazing person.” He cooed and your eyes began to water. “Don’t…” he tried to stop you. You carefully handed him Teddy. “You’re never dating anyone, okay?” Marcel teased stroking her cheek with the back of his finger. Tyler and Trent conquered immediately without a second thought. You almost felt bad for anyone that was going to try to date your daughter in the very far away future. As he held her, Marcel fell in love with Teddy and in someway you felt like you could tell she was with him as well. She seemed to be a quiet baby which was fitting for you and Trent but you were only a few hours into her life, that could change.

You FaceTimed your parents and they cried on the phone. They had a flight to see you in a days time. They wanted to come sooner but your birth was unexpectedly expected. They tried their best to get to you and their granddaughter as fast as they could. You told them not to worry because you certainly weren’t letting go of her any time soon. For the foreseeable future she'd be right there in your arms.

You were definitely nervous to leave hospital. To bring your baby girl home and be alone was a pretty scary thing but one thing you were particularly excited for or at least to document was the ‘hot dad walk.’ You were tempted to share it on social media because you knew the girlies would have a field day seeing Trent carry Teddy out but you decided not to because these were just moments for you to share with him and cherish. Although, you definitely were appreciative of how good he looked walking out of the hospital carrying her.

When you walked into the house and opened the front door you saw the most adorable balloons and big teddy bear reading ‘welcome home Teddy girl’ you wanted to cry but you think you may had run out of tears by this point. The amount of flowers in your home was absurd as well. Every person you can imagine sent massive bouquets. Teammates, friends, family from all over. You felt so loved and you were so happy your daughter was coming into the world that way. Trent carried her inside adorably nestled in her seat asleep. She looked so cute in a little white onesie from Dior with pink patterned detailing and a matching hat. You hugged Trent in the foyer, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Welcome home, baby bear.” Trent cooed looking down at her. You smiled watching him admire her. You got settled in the living room needing to sit down asap. Trent’s family was coming over in a little to help out and see more of her but for now it was just the three of you. It had been a long almost 48 hours at this point so they needed to get home as well. Trent gently picked up your sleepy girl and carried her over to sit next to you. The little girl in his arms looked just like her dad, she didn’t even bother to try with your genes. She had his complexion, his eyes, everything and you loved it. Teddy snuggled into Trent finding comfort and warmth in her daddy’s arms the same way you did. Her little breaths hit against him and he’d pout every time she’d make a little noise, kissing her head.

“So… What do we do now?” You giggled, tipping your head back onto the back of the couch, rolling it to look at Trent. The house was quiet except for tiny hiccups from Teddy. Your life had completely changed in a matter of hours.

“I have no fucking idea.” Trent laughed back at you. “Mum and Dad now innit?” He looked down at his mini me still chuckling.

“T! You can’t swear anymore!” You pinched at him. He gave a ‘come on’ face. Teddy was not even a day old; it wasn't exactly like she was picking up or learning the words as you said them today.

“Should we show her her room?” You giggled overly excited you were finally home with your new little family. You were eager to have Teddy see the nursery you worked so hard on. It’s not like she could say thank you or anything, break down if she liked it or not but it was still cute. You wanted to show her everything you could, introduce her to the whole world. You carried her upstairs and opened the door to the nursery you had carefully put together for her. It was so calm and serene there. Cream walls and warm soft furniture. She had a whole wardrobe, books, toys, you just wanted to sit in there all day with her. Just admire her and watch her get acquainted with her new home. The embroidered Avalon blanket Trent had given you laid over a small couch. You couldn’t believe that Baby Alexander-Arnold sewn into the blanket was now here and had her own name. What you weren’t expecting though was the surprise left on her changing table; a big bouquet of Venus et Fleur flowers, two neatly wrapped gifts with white furry teddy bear holding a card in its lap.

“T…” you pouted at him. Obviously it was from him. He always managed to get things organized when you weren't paying attention, with help of course. He shrugged and took Teddy from you. You sat down on a chair in the room and began by opening the card.

‘To my most beautiful girls, You have my whole heart. Can’t wait to see what’s in store for our family. Love you both forever - Your T’

You started to cry. You thought you’d run out of tears but clearly not. He brushed his thumb under your eye catching the tears, pressing a kiss to your hair. You sniffled back more tears and held up the bear towards Teddy. She looked but didn’t exactly have the best attention span yet. She just stayed tucked to Trent happy in his arms, her little hand sprawled on him. It caused you to let out a small giggle before you mouthed a thank you to Trent. He just rocked back and forth with Teddy and gave you a sweet smile and a wink as you grabbed for the first box. Both were small but you went for the smallest first. Your jaw slacked a little opening it. It was an unbelievable diamond signet ring with the initial ‘T’. It was way too nice, extravagant almost. You’d have it forever but what you really loved was that it was the first thing you had that you imagined you could pass down for Teddy could to have one day.

You opened the remaining box to see a necklace with a gold and pale pink pendant. You held the charm with embedded letters in your palm. You looked at the word ‘mama’ inscribed on it. You couldn’t believe that that’s who you were now. Mama to Teddy Alexander-Arnold. You blinked your eyes to pull back some tears and took a deep breath. You flicked your eyes up to Trent and Teddy, the two most important people in your life, for the rest of your life before standing up.

“So what do you think of your room, baby girl, huh?” You cooed coming to stroke her back. Trent turned her to show her all the things in her room. You smiled at them as he picked up items and explained them to her. She just looked on while he held up little items going through one by one asking what she thought. In a bittersweet way you felt as if you had been replaced. His eyes only on her. Teddy just babbled along with a squeal and a squeak.

“Didn’t mummy do a good job for you?” He said hushed in the same tone as you, kissing her cheek. Then Trent sat back down on the couch in her room. He patted the seat next to him. “My girls. Hmm?” He looked up at you with the most loving smile. Okay, maybe you hadn’t been replaced maybe he had just made room to love both of you.

“So did they win yesterday?” You cooed, coming to sit next to him. You kissed Teddy and cuddled up to them both.

“You mean we” Trent quipped and you rolled your eyes at him. “Yeah, baby, we did.” He laughed a little “but I honestly have no idea what happened. I know Dom got a goal but I will find out more when I go into AXA.” He didn’t pick his head up to look at you when he spoke, his gaze was completely fixed on Teddy. You wiped a little bubble of drool from the corner of her mouth that you thought was adorable. Everything she did was adorable.

Unfortunately, Trent had to get back to regularly scheduled programming; to work. It was torture for Trent to have to leave you and her to go into training but he managed demanding you sent him updates hourly. Teddy didn’t really do all that much though so the updates wouldn’t be that interesting to anyone else. That said, to you and Trent though every little thing was equally exciting as it was endearing. Dianne was coming over soon to be with you for support while he was out. Trent definitely hadn’t really felt great about you being home alone since the hospital despite your reassurance. Before she came, you sat in the living room of your beautiful home with your daughter and it all just felt surreal for the moment. When did all this happen? You thought to yourself. Sometimes you couldn’t believe a silly conversation you had on a street corner spiraled into all this, into a baby. A complete whirlwind. You had Teddy in a little Moses basket while you leaned around you to pluck out all the notes from the flowers and gifts you had received to write out thank you cards. The stack was thick It was going to be a long process but it had to be done. You genuinely appreciated all of them. After your hand got tired from writing and you took some time to feed Teddy you looked at her little face and decided you wanted someone else to see just how cute she was so you called Lauren. You had FaceTimed her in the hospital after she was first born but Lauren wanted to see as much of Teddy as possible until she could meet in person.

“Hellooo” you whispered fairly quietly, still burping your baby girl on your shoulder. When Lauren answered she had her phone laying on the sink counter of her bathroom facing the ceiling while she did her makeup. You smiled when her face finally came on the screen as she picked up her phone.

“Hiii mummmy. Who is that gorgeous girll!?” She managed to keep her squeal almost as quiet as your voice.

“Say Hi Ted.” You moved the phone for Lauren to see her face that was leaned on your shoulder. Teddy opened her mouth with the idea moving towards the phone with a tiny grunt. “No, no, no, baby girl.” You giggled pulling it away from her. You and Lauren caught up on her life. Even though it had only been a little over a full day of life with Teddy it was important to you not to make everything about your baby. You wanted to listen to Lauren. Things happening in her life were just as significant. So you yapped away often interspersed with Teddy adding in some gurgles.

“Oh! You know who wanted to congratulate you?” She started to laugh. It peaked your interest. Most people you really knew or cared about had already reached out directly. “I saw Chase at a bar. Well I was out and it came up. You had her and he said congratulations.” She laughed rolling her eyes, understanding how insane it was for the man to even talk to her about you.

“Ew! Lauren… Don’t ever say that name in front of my baby again. I decline that congratulations. Absolutely not.” You laughed but it definitely put a bad taste in your mouth. “Oh Di’s here I have to go…” you told Lauren and ended your call knowing you’d likely call her again tomorrow. Like changing of the guards, a few hours later Dianne was gone and Trent was coming home. When he came back from training you walked towards the front door with Teddy to greet him. She didn’t know it yet but she would be excited to see him.

“My baby bear!” Trent cooed. A massive childish grin pulled across his face. His eyes glimmered the second he saw her and her eyes lit up just the same. “You’re so beautiful, aren’t you? Did you have a good 2nd day in the world with mummy and nana?” He carefully pulled her out from your arms and into his. He kissed her all over, swaying back and forth continuously rattling away to her about his own day like she understood everything he was saying.

“Just take a nap baby” Trent cooed, pulling you further back into him. You had retreated to your bedroom exhausted. You laid back on your bed tucked in Trent’s arms with Teddy on your chest, all three of you completely spent from the last 72 hours.

“T, I don’t want to be away from her.” You turned your head back to Trent, resting your chin on your shoulder. You were serious. You really didn’t want to spend a second apart from Teddy but you were totally drained.

“Just close your eyes for a little, baby, okay? I’ll sit right here with her next to you. We’re right here.” He stroked his hand up your arm. You sat up and handed Teddy to him gently before rolling over to his side settling into the bedding that had never felt more comfortable. “I’ll keep my hand on you. You’ll know she’s here with me.” You nodded and eventually dozed off taking a much needed nap. An hour or so later your eyes began to flutter open in the warm dwindling evening light. You peeked one eye open to see trent holding Teddy in his arms with his phone camera facing them

“Whose that? Is that Teddy and daddy? What do you think, Ted? Think you look like daddy?” He cooed, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. Her eyes lit up looking at him through the phone. “I’m gonna take care of you and mummy forever. Yeah?” He squeezed her gently. She cooed making vowel sounds. You reached out and placed your hand onto Trent’s warm skin.

“Think she looks like you, hmm?” You giggled squeezing his thigh then moving over in the bed to lean your head into the nook of the inside of Trent’s elbow. You looked at your little girl gazing back at you making an identical face to his.

“Well… yeah. Don’t you?” He looked at you and gently turned Teddy’s head towards you and squished his cheek to hers for a comparison. “C’mon, baby. She’s my little twin.” Trent was very proud of his creation. You laughed at him, obviously you were kidding. Their similarities were very very evident. You grabbed Trent’s phone from him to take a photo of them.

“Can you smile for me, my little Teddy bear?” You pinched her chubby cheek and she did what would be considered the best attempt at a smile for a newborn baby.

“Yeah, like be so real right now… she’s perfect.” Trent took his phone back and inspected the photos with a big grin. “Gotta send this one to Jude. I’ve been trying to explain how much she looks like me.” Trent had been sending pictures of your little girl to all his friends who hadn’t met her in person yet. Jude in particular was having a field day getting updates. He was claiming he was the favorite uncle already despite it being a day, despite him not actually being related, despite him being in another country, he was still sure he was the favorite uncle.

You tucked into bed for an attempt at actual sleep. You had coaxed Teddy into her own sleep but you weren’t really she even understood the concept of night time yet. You were mentally preparing to be living by her schedule for the foreseeable future. Teddy was really mellow and slept a lot of the day, would wake to feed and then doze off again. It was definitely adorable but it was definitely equally as difficult. You had made a plan for her to be in the nursery. That was the plan but she got up frequently through the night; hungry. She was very hungry and you were very tired everytime it was your turn to walk over to her room. In the moment of rare down time you cuddled into bed with Trent laying on your side. He wrapped you in his arms whispering behind your ear how much he loved you. How much he cared about you. How proud he was of you. The way his warm minty breath hit the back of your ear had you feeling a way you had almost forgotten you could in the last 48 hours. You pushed your ass back into hin. His breath hitched and moved his lips down to nibble on your neck, sucking sweetly on your sensitive skin. You almost let out a pathetic moan just from being in his embrace and the feeling of his lips. It felt so good to be back alone with him under his touch. It was all so familiar and yet entirely different now that there was a third person in the house. You could feel Trent starting to get hard behind you. His semi hard cock tucked in his boxers brushing up against you.

“Thissss.” He laughed a little, the air from his breaths hitting your skin. “Yeah, this right here is going to be difficult. I didn’t plan on the time I’d have to be away from mummy.” He joked before he rolled over onto his back dramatically with a laugh. You rolled over onto yours and turned your head to look at him.

“Oh poor T…” you teased him. He was complaining about not getting to have sex meanwhile you were enduring all the joyous symptomatic effects post birth. He rubbed his hands over his face and puffed out some air. “You did this to yourself, you were the one ‘oh let me cum inside yada yada… now look.” You gestured to the less than sexy pajamas you were in.

“Hey… you’re still very very hot baby by the way so don’t gimme that. Also, I enjoyed each and every time I did that. I’m not complaining. I’ll do it again.” He gave you a pompous smile. He was proud of himself having sex with you, getting you pregnant, having a baby, becoming a dad. As he should be but right now your body could care less about his pride.

“Again!??? T! You need to stay at least a yard away from me for a bit.” You laughed at him, shimmying over in bed to distance yourselves.

“You’ll come crawling back to me… I know you, baby. You have never been very good at ignoring me.” He teased squeezing at your arm, leaning over and pressing a wet kiss onto your cheek with a ‘mwah’ sound, “You love me, can’t get enough” he laughed as you dramatically wiped your hand over your cheek pretending to be grossed out but the film of saliva it left. You always secretly like it when he did that. “Oh T! Mmm that feels so good. Let me make you a daddy.” He mocked your voice and accent. “Jokes on you, baby, innit. I took you up on the offer.” He teased you back. You rolled your eyes at his bad impersonation before you kissed his bare shoulder. You leaned away from his theatrics to check the baby monitor. You and Trent made a little game-plan for who would be ‘on duty’ during certain hours of the night. Just knowing he’d be with you was doing wonders for your nerves. You survived your first night with Teddy outside hospital at home. Barely, maybe… at least the best you could. After that your days and nights just blended together into one big chunk of feeding, snuggling, napping and changing. And even as difficult as it was every time she looked up at you, clinging to you, it made it all worth it.

It was hard to get ready with a baby. Thankfully, Trent was home that morning, he had the whole day off so he rocked Teddy, standing in your wardrobe watching on while you haphazardly pulled on Hill House Nap dress. It would have to do for now. You weren’t exactly fit to turn out a look at the minute. You came to grab Teddy to feed her before both your families arrived and sent Trent down to talk to the chef about the meal.

You hadn’t really had a moment to think so thankfully you were able to give blanket ideas of what you wanted for a lunch you were having for everyone to get together to your party planner. The plan was to have close family and friends over to meet Teddy. Frankly, you’d usually manage something like this on your own but you couldn’t be asked. To be fair, your planner went above and beyond for this. It was elaborate. You walked into your back garden with Teddy clinging to your chest to scope it all out. It was so beautiful and whimsical, lots of browns and tan colors. Pampas grass arrangements on the table paired with little bears and lots of balloons. You thanked her and she and her team got out of the way before the first person arrived. No one else but good old George. Trent answered the front door and gave him a big hug.

“Mateeeee, congratulations! Where is she?” George asked, walking through the entryway eager to meet what he said was going to be ‘an upgrade for a new best friend.’

“Thanks, bro. They’re both outside.” Trent gripped his shoulder bringing him in the house. George handed him a present. “You didn’t have to bring anything, honestly George.” Trent laughed.

“My mum told me I had to. She’s coming a little later with dad:” George shrugged. Trent grew up going to primary school with George before he moved schools for football. His whole family stayed close with George’s, their respective brother’s ages aligning closely. The relationship was probably one of the reasons he was able to stay so grounded. It was normal as if at 17 he was just in school not gunning for a spot in the first eleven. The boys walked into the kitchen where you had gone after checking out outside. “Wow… Trentski 2.0 hmm?” George lowered his voice a little walking towards you. You hummed. He gave you a hug and asked if you were doing okay before focusing on your new baby. The three of you caught up chatting while Teddy contributed very valuable ‘puh’ and ‘bah’ noises smacking her lips together trying to nom on Trent’s face as he held her before more people started to arrive. It was mostly just Trent’s family, until finally, your own. Your dad knocked on the door and judging from who was already inside you knew it had to be them. So you cheerily walked to the door holding your baby.

“Want to meet my mummy and daddy? Meet auntie Winnie? What do you think, my little teddy bear?” You cooed, smushing a kiss on her soft skin. You opened the door with one hand. Your parents' faces dropped into silent gasps.

“Oh my goodness, look at her.” Your mum sang coming to hug you. You wrapped your free arm around her and picked your head up to see your dad. His face had transitioned into a proud beaming smile seeing you hold your baby.

“We are so excited to meet you.” Your dad cooed, stroking his hand over her, kissing you on the forehead. “Teddy girl, you are already very very loved.” He was right. It was so special to have all your family and friends here that could make it to meet her.

“She’s absolutely perfect.” Winnie pouted looking at you holding her.

“Well come in! I think you know everyone here… if you don’t I’ll introduce you.” You babbled walking further into your house towards the back garden signaling your family to follow. Your parents and Winnie brought an unnecessary amount of gifts for you. So you asked your sister to just put them upstairs for now, thanking them preemptively. Trent got up from his conversation with his brothers and welcomed your family with big hugs. Everyone mingled. George talked with you and Winnie as he watched Trent hold your daughter.

“She is literally Trent… it’s mad.” He spoke looking at you for confirmation. You nodded with a smile.

“The funny thing is, I really thought I was there too.” You joked and George rolled his eyes at you. As much as you loved that they looked so similar there was a part of you that was a tinge jealous of Trent that when you looked at Teddy, you knew she was his daughter. You had to think about it a little harder to find your features in her. You sat and ate a lovely lunch. You had an avocado toastie with burrata and tomatoes. You got about half way through it before you were full. You weren’t really that hungry though so for the remainder you just held Teddy as people tried to grab her attention, taking a million photos. It was all perfect, the weather, the people, the memories you were making. When everyone had finished lunch a lot of them left and got on their way but Tyler and George decided to hang around for a bit. You stayed outside with your mum, Winnie, and Dianne. Your dad taking a nap jet lagged. Dianne and your mum ranted on and on about new born babies; things to do and not to do, how perfect they are, how difficult they can be, what your body is like after birth. Winnie shivered at the latter.

“I think I need a drink. That was a lot to hear.” She laughed, shaking her head trying to get the images that were just explained and unfortunately burned into her memory to disappear. The boys were all inside Tyler holding Teddy as they all watched a footie match in the cinema.

“So the plan’s back in motion now, yeah? You had her.” Tyler spoke, turning his body to Trent and then gesturing to Teddy. “All good to go? What do you think, Ted?” He asked Trent and the little baby in his arms. Teddy just spittled a little. “Erm… not the answer I was looking for but I’ll take it as a yes.” Tyler laughed before Trent came to pick Teddy up with an unnecessary grunt from how ‘heavy’ she was from Tyler’s arms and brought her to sit with him. Cleaning up around her pouty lips.

“You’ve had it for about a year now, mate. Maybe she should hold onto it. You know, on her finger… it serves no purpose in a safe.” George quipped at Trent with a smug face and a raised eyebrow. Trent nodded and shrugged coyly. You had given Trent a beautiful baby girl. If that wasn’t love, Trent wasn’t sure what was… but that wasn’t all he wanted, all he needed. He needed to give you everything in return and that included his last name. He wanted to be a family. One unit. Trent, Teddy and Y/N Alexander- Arnold.

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‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

Index:

Chapter 1 - Size of A Plum

Chapter 2 - With a ‘U’ or an ‘O’

Chapter 3 - Auntie Laur and A Very Drunk Boy

Chapter 4 - Baby Dior

Chapter 5 - His Treble

Chapter 6 - Teddy Bear

Chapter 7 - Gonna Be Okay

Chapter 8 - A Busy December

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series. Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

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