#motorway services

[ineffablemossy]

From the flavours available at these M1 services at 1am:

Quite a nice display of the traditional travel sweet. Cost: £2.99 each

[out-of-the-roadside]

1970s Welcome Break badge

Here's perhaps my favourite of the old badges in my collection. This is a badge for a relatively obscure diner chain that operated in the 1970s on A-roads in southern England. It was a chain called... Welcome Break.

Yes - this is a very familiar brand name around here as it's the name of the second largest chain of motorway service areas.  But modern Welcome Break was formed in 1983, a while after this chain closed. So what happened here?

To start, original Welcome Break has interesting origins. It emerged as a result of the disastrous merger between Trusthouses and Forte - two huge hospitality brand names in the early 1970s. Charles Forte talks at length of his side of the story in his 1980s autobiography if anyone fancies a detailed reading of it, but to summarise and simplify the story: Trusthouses and Forte's management did not get on well together... at all.  The two businesses had two completely different managerial styles which quickly caused rifts between the two sides. The whole situation got so severe that Allied Breweries, a similar big company, tried to buy out the merged Trust Houses Forte (THF) after spotting the group's increasing weakness. True to the situation, both sides disagreed immensely on whether to let Allied take over. Team Trusthouses wanted the merger, Team Forte did not. In the end, Forte's side won and Allied quit. As a result of this and the general unhappiness with the THF merger as a whole, a whole wave of Trusthouses staff left the company here. Two names of these leavers key to this story are Michael Pickard and Allen Jones.

Both men decided that they wanted to rival the company they once worked with. They both went to roadside catering, setting up their own chains to rival THF-owned Little Chef. Michael Pickard set up Happy Eater - and Allen Jones set up Welcome Break.

Original Welcome Break roughly operated from about 1972 till 1978. Little is documented on the chain, but it gained about 11 restaurants, many located within small villages on busy a-roads.

This badge was likely handed out at one of these sites as a promotional item, and like other badges shown on here recently it has a noticeable resemblance to the famous yellow badge of it's rival.

The logo of Welcome Break here is interesting - the chain's original name was to be Mr Chef and I wonder if this logo was designed for that name considering the overall design. Similarly, from a distance it looks an awful lot like a certain Chef rival's logo... or is that just me?

Allen Jones and Michael Pickard would strike a deal c.1978 to merge their two chains, and Happy Eater was chosen to be the unified chain's brand – ending the Welcome Break chain. The Welcome Break name would however remain owned by Happy Eater.

Happy Eater would be bought by big conglomerate Imperial Group in the early 1980s. It just so happened that at the same time, Imperial had recently gained control of food company Ross' four motorway service areas - and clearly looking for a new name, decided to reuse the former diner chain’s name for a new motorway service area operator. And thus modern @welcomebreak was created.

In a twist, both Happy Eater and new Welcome Break would be bought out by THF themselves in 1986, New Welcome Break was merged with their existing motorway service areas - with the whole chain taking the Welcome Break brand, in a way not dissimilar what had happened with Happy Eater and original WB nearly a decade prior.

[russell-crowe]

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[kermitheefrog]

first week of new job number one done n dusted. so bleddy boring im fitting n selling school uniforms in a department store in a small deaddd town and HARDLY ANYONE BUYS FROM THERE so im just rooting around trying to find something to do. plus two of my coworkers went on a rant about trans ppl in the olympics today 😭 and it's only a seasonal contract so likeeee i might not even be kept on. starting new job two tomorrow in a health shop in a busy shopping centre so hopefully it's better craic

[in-elysium]

glad to know that someone else thinks the moto lancaster services are shit

[gatalentan]

the most liminal photo i've ever taken

[nerdie-faerie]

Coach was supposed to leave at 1:20 instead we ended up leaving at 2:06 😐 I love traveling to uni

[bacony-cakes]

ok so, there was time when i was in the bathroom at the motorway service station, right? and this bathroom has speakers that play music, and the music that started playing was so lame i thought it was a guy with a portable bluetooth speaker.

[d-e-w-p]

If ypu dreamed about stealing shoes yhat were 2 sizes too big for you. What does that mean.

[autofixtowingnz]

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[serviceerw]

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[definitelynotabirthblog]

1000 word quick drabble. I challenged myself to write imperfectly for an hour and post whatever came out. This is the result. Not too bad for something that hasn't had about a million edits.

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A CALLOUS CABBIE

The clutch on their car had been making very strange noises since Thursday. There is no way it would be fixed in less than three days, five including the upcoming bank holiday weekend. Bella's contractions started at 11pm on the Saturday night, only as painful as day two period cramps and twenty minutes apart at first, but by 3am on the Sunday morning, the contractions head steadily increased in frequency to every five minutes with the intensity of them now rendering her unable to talk when they peaked. It was time to go to the maternity unit, but with no functional car of their own, they were relying on the local taxi service to help them make the fifteen mile journey.

Brendon booked the the vehicle for as soon as possible using the company's app on his phone. Within ten minutes, a black Honda had appeared outside their house, the low rumble of the engine humming. Brendon swung Bella's hospital bag over his left shoulder and, supporting his wife with his other arm, walked her slowly out to the car. As she shuffled in, the driver took in the sight of her bump in the rear view mirror and frowned.

"I hope there won't be any accidents on that seat. A drunk puked on it last week and I've only just had it fixed" he huffed.

"We have sick bags in case. But she doesn't feel sick, do you baby?" Brendan asked Bella.

"That's not what I meant," the driver sighed. "I meant any... fluids. The last thing I need is any nasty stuff on my seat."

"My waters haven't broken yet," Bella insisted. "But if they do and I make a mess on your seat, we will pay for the cost of getting it cleaned."

"And what about the cost of the fares I'll miss while I'm getting it cleaned? Whose going to pay for that?" he argued back.

Brendon looked at the driver, speechless. Bella rolled her eyes and looked at her husband.

"Run in and get a towel to put under me sweetie."

Muttering under his breath, Brendon got out of the car and ran back to the house. Less than a minute later, he was back carrying a large fluffy towel. Bella lifted her bottom up and allowed him to spread it beneath her.

"Happy?" Brendon said, sarcasm evident in his voice.

"Ecstatic."

The vehicle revved up and started to move. For the first tenty minutes minutes of the journey, Bella was able to breath through the contractions as Brendon held her hand next to her. The cool night air brushed her face through the open window, distracting her somewhat from her cramping womb. As a particularly nasty pain cut through her as the vehicle turned on an intersection, Bella felt warm amniotic fluid engulf her crotch. Crying out as the contraction peaked, Brendon looked at his wife's drenched bottoms and gasped. The driver glared through the rear view mirror.

"What the hell was that?" he called back.

"Baby?" Brendon said, ignoring him. He looked at his wife, who glanced down at her pants and shot a panicked look first to her husband and then at the driver.

"Just a really bad one. It's going now."

But less than two minutes later Bella was roaring as another pain pummelled her uterus, head thrown back, hand snaking down to her crotch.

"Oh god, it's coming! Brendon, it's coming now!" she squeaked.

"Stop the car please," Brendon called, as he removed his wife's seat belt.

"Why?"

"Because my wife is giving birth!"

"I'm not stopping now. We're five minutes away. Tell her to cross her legs."

"Excuse me? I said stop the car! I need to call an ambulance!"

"And whose is going to pay for my missed fares when we have to hang around for an hour for it to come?"

"I'll pay you double. Just stop the fucking car!"

"No," he said plainly, taking the slip road onto the motorway.

"Brendon! Please! It's coming out!"

Bella's pleading brought Brendon down from his rage as she whimpered beside him, her hands cupping her crotch. He could see the patch of wetness had grown as more fluid leaked out of her. Car being driven at 80mph or not, he needed to act. Grabbing Bella's hips, he swivelled her body 90 degrees so she was facing him, her shoulders resting against the interior of the car door.

"Take my pants off!" she gasped. Brendon dragged her bottoms down her legs in one swift motion, exposing her labouring vulva. There, sat between two puffy lips and under the glistening jewel of her clit, was the centimetre square dark patch of their firstborn's head as her body forced it into the world.

"Oh my fucking god, I need to push!" Bella yelled, as she bore down. Fluid dribbled out from behind the swirls of the infant's hair as the centimetre patch of hair grew to an inch. Brendon held her legs open and instinctively she put her feet on his shoulders, bracing her legs against him as she pushed.

"You're doing it baby," he said, his voice breaking as he gently supported the taut perenium with his shaky fingertips. Bella's stretched pussy neared a full crown, her feet by his ears. Grunting with effort, she pushed like she was trying to shit a boulder, as her baby's head stretched her battered vagina to its limit. She shrieked with pain as their child's head popped out with a slosh of bloody fluid into its father's waiting hands. Pushing once more, a wriggling baby tumbled out onto the car seat, swimming in fluid. Brendon put the child onto its mother's chest, covering them both with his own jacket.

"How are we getting on back there?" the cabbie shouted, as he finally slowed his vehicle, the lights of the hospital shining through the cat windows.

"You'd better fucking believe we won't be paying for any damage you arsehole," said Brendon as his child cried, breathing oxygen into its lungs for the first time.

[sneakyparsnipslicer]

A Chance Encounter

[A request from @leathercanuck90, enjoy folks!]

Neil had been on the road for hours. Driving down the motorway returning home from work, the sky was blackened and the rain was chucking it down. It wasn't exactly his ideal weather to be driving in, in fact he was anxious each time a car sped by on another lane.

It had been a rough few months for Neil, work had needed him to stay on for overtime in the office, his wife had divorced him taking the kids with her, his luck was just about running out and sometimes he wished it was all over. But he kept telling himself it had to get better at some point.

Driving on, he checked a sign at the side of the road, about 5 miles to home, and a service station coming up. He considered it for a moment. He did need to piss from all the coffee he'd been drinking on his shift, wouldn't be a bad idea to stop and get something to eat either. He switched on his indicator and moved to the left-most lane, turning onto the road that led to a car park. Neil parked his car and undid his seatbelt, turning the engine off. He sighed and looked ahead. He could see the lights of the garage in the distance. He put on his raincoat and opened his door, being greeted to the cold, wet rain hammering down outside. He shut his car door, locking it and proceeded to hurry over to the building.

Getting inside he lowered his hood and dried his shoes on the mat. Looking around he could see a little cafe with a seating area, nearby toilets, not too many people around. It wasn't too bad, quite charming infact. Neil wanted to have a look at the cafe to see what was available, but then he remembered his bladder was full. He could get some food after.

Hurrying into the men's toilet, he ran over to the urinal closest to the door, unzipped his trousers and began to piss, sighing in relief. He hoped for a moment that nobody had heard him, but there seemed to be nobody else there. He shrugged and continued pissing. A few seconds later he heard footsteps and the door was slammed open. A sweaty-looking man dressed in motorbike leathers burst in panting, spooking Neil. The man looked to see Neil and composed himself, giving Neil a nod and walking over to the urinal next to him.

'Hey, sorry if I frightened you pal. I'm bursting! Bit of a bad night huh?' the man asked, unzipping his trousers and pulling his dick out.

'Oh yeah, it's awful!' said Neil, nervously chuckling. He eyed the man next to him, he seemed to be impressively built and he couldn't help noticing the size of his cock.

'Where you coming in from then?' the biker asked, looking to Neil, who he noticed was looking and began to chuckle. Neil looked to him and read the situation.

'Oh, oh no sorry!' stammered Neil.

'Hey it's alright. Hell, I've got nowhere to be if you've got time' said the biker, winking at him. Neil froze on the spot. Was this man offering himself to him.

'Umm, sorry Sir, I'm not about that life' said Neil, looking away and beginning to zip up his trousers.

'Aww come on buddy, it'd be just us, nobody has to know!' teased the biker, leaning towards him, knocking him playfully on the shoulder. Neil thought about it. It wasn't like he was married anymore, life had been pretty shit lately but this absolute leather stud of a man was offering something he knew he'd always been curious about.

'C'moooon!' whined the biker. Neil looked to the ceiling, shaking his head.

'Fine, why not?' said Neil, flapping his arms in surrender.

'Oh hell yeah!' cried the biker, zipping up his flyers and getting a good look at Neil.

'So, uh. How would we go about this?' asked Neil. The biker approached him, sizing him up.

'Well first' began the biker, lifting Neil up by his armpits and slamming him into the wall, pinning him close to it, giving his neck a good, deep sniff.

'Oh, my…' said Neil in surprise, not expecting such force.

'Mmmm, you smell so good' said the biker seductively, kissing Neil's neck. Neil could feel himself hardening in his pants.

'It's Imperial Leather' Neil chuckled, the biker thrusted his pelvis into Neil causing him to moan out.

'Oh you like leather huh? Guess it's your lucky night!' said the biker smiling, looking at Neil's lips. He moved in and kissed Neil passionately, pushing him even more into the wall.

'God I want to be inside you!' the biker growled, moving his hands to feel Neil's slim frame. Neil thought about it, he'd never actually been fucked in the ass before.

'Does it hurt?' asked Neil absent-mindedly, to which the biker pulled back and looked at him confused.

'I mean does it hurt when a guy's entering your backside? I've always wondered' said Neil. The biker began laughing.

'Oh Honey! You're new to all this huh?' he asked, kissing Neil gently.

'Well I mean this is the first time I've had the chance to have sex with a man' Neil explained. The biker nodded in understanding.

'I see, well from my experience it doesn't. You'll love what I'm gonna do to you. You're a bit of a tight squeeze, but I can work with that' the biker said, reaching around to caress Neil's ass.

'Oh, I see. Well then, should we go somewhere so nobody finds us?' asked Neil. The biker shook his head and turned Neil to face the wall, pinning him to it again.

'Nah, this shouldn't take long' said the biker, massaging Neil's ass, crouching down to undo Neil's belt and pull his trousers and pants down. Neil placed his hands on the wall and looked down as he saw his own dick spring free of it's confines. The biker proceeded to plunge his tongue into Neil's ass hole, making him yelp out in surprise. He could feel it tickling the sides as it explored, lubricating it. It felt amazing. Neil looked to the ceiling, breathing heavily, moaning and panting.

'Alright buddy, going in!' said the biker as he unzipped his own leather trousers and dropped them to his ankles, pulling down his own boxers and placing his dick between Neil's ass cheeks. He started out slow as it slid into the untouched territory. Neil began moaning, slapping his right hand on the wall. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced and he was loving it. The biker began grunting as he began to fuck his way in gradually deeper and deeper. Eventually his whole dick was inside Neil's ass.

'Now here's where the magic happens Baby' whispered the biker, and he placed his hands on Neil's shoulders, which to Neil's astonishment began to sink through his shirt's fabric and merge with his shoulders. He was lost for words, he could only watch as the biker's arms proceeded to slip into his own, taking control of them and giving ownership to the biker. The arms began to feel Neil's body.

'Feels good don't it?' asked the biker. Neil nodded, gasping from the warm, orgasmic sensation he was feeling. The biker rested his chin on Neil's right shoulder and placed the hands against the wall, pressing his chest against Neil's back.

The biker began to move his feet into Neil's legs, starting with his right one, letting it sink in, and then the left one. Neil was beginning to lose all feeling as this new sensation of the biker invading his body overtook him. All responsibilities, all the shit going on in life just didn't matter to him anymore. It was all about this biker now.

The biker began gyrating his hips, sinking further into Neil's body, merging with his ass, back and chest. Then he pushed Neil's head against the wall as he proceeded to merge his head with Neil's. Eventually the biker was fully inside Neil's body and grabbed his new dick, pumping several loads of cum out, alongside all of Neil's memories, anxiety and sorrows. He stood there a new man with a mix of Neil's clothes and the biker's leathers. He began to chuckle.

'Well, Mr. Neil that was glorious, but I think I'm gonna go by Larry now' said the man, removing his clothing. He felt everything, his new ass, his dick, he checked himself out in the mirror. A lot of Neil's face had been kept.

'Oh Honey we're looking cute as fuck now!' Larry chuckled, flexing and admiring his own muscles. He put on the biker's leathers, leaving Neil's clothes behind and walked out of the toilets, he took a nose ring out of his pocket and clipped it on and headed back to the car park. It was still raining outside, but that wasn't a problem. He sauntered over to his motorbike and began to rev the engine.

'Mmmm, yeah. Hear that baby purr!' whispered Larry. Putting on his helmet and speeding off into the night.

[loki-zen]

seriously who goes to these

someone alluded to diners being an american thing lately and it blew my mind. do you guys not have diners. diners are so good. god i love diners. pancake.

[beardedmrbean]

The women of Iran are dancing. Women blinded, with one eye, or one arm, are dancing. Iranian Kurds are dancing. Across Europe, Iranian dissidents are dancing. Iranians – often, relatives of the regime’s victims – are drinking to show their joy. The daughters of Minoo Majidi, a mother shot dead by security services during the 2022 protests, shared a video of them raising a glass to President Raisi’s death. 

Dark humour – the jokes of an oppressed people – are circulating. “Mr Raisi, you surprised us. We have no tapas for our drinks,” chuckles one Iranian in a celebratory video on social media. There was the gag about how a Mossad agent called “Eli Copter” had caused the crash. People have handed out cakes and sweets in public squares – an act of symbolic importance in Persian culture, often associated with joyous events. Celebratory fireworks filled the skies in Iranian cities.

Such courage is all the more impressive given how little Raisi’s death is likely to change anything in this closed prison of a society. It may somewhat alter the succession, since he had been one of the men tipped to succeed Khamenei, but the Ayatollahs retain their stranglehold. The bravery of anyone involved in any celebration or act of civil disobedience such as removing a headscarf, is astounding. Those letting off fireworks or handing out sweets are risking their lives. 

History will remember Raisi as a squalid tyrant who took a twisted pride in human suffering. He was involved in the torture and extrajudicial murder of thousands of political prisoners held in Iranian jails and the mass killings of opponents in 1988, when as many as 30,000 are believed to have lost their lives. As Mariam Memarsadeghi wrote in a chilling article for Tablet magazine, “virgins were systematically raped before their execution, to circumvent the Islamic prohibition on killing virgins and to prevent women and girls from reaching heaven”. 

And yet, the BBC posted about “President Ebrahim Raisi’s mixed legacy in Iran”. You can imagine the 1945 headlines about the mixed legacy of “motorway-builder, vegetarian rights enthusiast and dog-lover” Adolf Hitler, or that of “inspirational plus-size influencer” Hermann Goering. Reuters described how Raisi “rose through Iran’s theocracy from hardline prosecutor to uncompromising president, as he burnished his credentials to position himself to become the next supreme leader”. 

Reading such things you would think Raisi was, at worst, a slight renegade. A cheeky chappie in a kaftan whose loss will be felt by light entertainment for generations. They tweeted like he was Rod Hull – rather than, you know, someone nicknamed “the Butcher of Tehran”. But in the real world, faced with the real consequences of the regime he ran, people are dancing. 

It wasn’t just the BBC in its classic “tightrope walk” mode, either. Things were getting a bit Candle in the Wind at the UN, as the entire Security Council (including both the UK and US representatives) stood to observe a minute of silence for President Raisi. Goodbye Tehran’s rose. 

European Council president Charles Michel tweeted out his sincere condolences, while the “European Commissioner for Crisis Management” committed the EU’s Copernicus satellite system to help locate Raisi’s helicopter, in the name of “#EUSolidarity”. 

Lest we forget, Johan Floderus, a young EU official from Sweden, has been incarcerated at Iran’s notorious Evin prison for more than two years. We don’t see much “#EUSolidarity” coming from the other direction. Not to be undone, President Higgins of Ireland channelled the spirit of Eamon de Valera c.1945, by offering his “deepest sympathies” upon the death of a tyrant. 

Such statements go well beyond basic diplomacy. Nobody asked anyone to gush; they chose to. The message it sends is a slap in the face to those bravely putting their lives on the line for freedom. But it’s par for the course in what is (sometimes optimistically) termed the “international community”. 

Speaking of which, on Monday, the International Criminal Court put out joint bids for arrest warrants for the leaders of Hamas and the prime minister and defence minister of Israel. Given that the ICC has no jurisdiction, nor power of its own to arrest anyone, there was something bleakly comic about the manner of the announcement. Chief prosecutor Karim Khan delivered his statement flanked by a couple of glaring bureaucrats. The ICC appeared to be putting on its best “don’t mess with us” face. It looked like a geriatric version of Bugsy Malone.

The ICC application refers, pointedly, to the “territory of Israel” and the “state of Palestine”, which makes it clear which side its bread is buttered. It notably ignores Hamas’s use of human shields, surely a factor when assessing the civilian death toll. It even holds Israel entirely responsible for “closing the three border crossing points” after October 7. 

Yet Hamas destroyed the Erez crossing, murdering its operators and blowing up the barriers separating it from the Gaza strip. Small wonder border checkpoints weren’t up and running immediately. Condemning Israel for this is grotesque; gaslighting on an international scale. 

The timing is also telling. We have known about the crimes of October 7 from day one, thanks to the body-cams Hamas terrorists so proudly wore to document their butchery. Yet the ICC waited until May 2024 to condemn both Israel and Hamas on the same day. The effect is to suggest a moral equivalence between a democratic state and a genocidal terrorist group that says it wants to repeat the atrocities of October 7 indefinitely. You don’t have to believe Israel is above criticism – and nor should we – to recognise this. 

Multinational organisations like the ICC are often held up as moral arbiters in themselves, when they will only be as virtuous or corrupt as their component member states, and reflecting the same biases. The World Health Organisation has long excluded Taiwan from its membership due to Chinese pressure. A ruinous decision, when Taiwan’s early warnings about the risks of human-to-human transmission of Covid in late 2019 were ignored. Something is rotten in the state of many international bodies and moral courage is in short supply. 

Given such a clear-cut case of evil as Raisi, the mealy-mouthed global response does not bode well. For genuine bravery, we can look to the people at the sharp end of such regimes. Because still, in the midst of it all, the women of Iran dance. 

[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.

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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