You Need Me

Boys are Bloody Nightmares

Six months pregnant and doing just fine.

It is a nice day today and I am sat on a beanbag in our back garden chilling. I sip a cup of coke and throw my other arm back for a stretch.

My belly is now pretty big and is still yet to get bigger. My hormones have definitely worsened and I cannot wait until I have a little girl running about this house.

Trent is at training and should be home any minute now. Tonight we are going to his parents house for a family dinner.

Over these past few months me and Trent have been up to our necks with things to do. We have a baby to prepare for, a wedding to plan, Trent's football, and my driving. Next week Trent, Marcel, Tyler, and Jordan are going to sort out the baby's room and I have spent this morning looking at baby stuff for her room.

I'm gonna wait until tomorrow to tell my fiancé that the stuff cost a grand and a half to get. I'll tell him that I paid for it though so he doesn't need to worry about his money going anywhere.

"Hello! Babes, I'm home!" I hear the familiar voice of Trent Alexander-Arnold call from inside the house.

I push myself up and waddle down into the kitchen through the back door. "Hiya, my beautiful fiancé." I smile widely at him and kiss his lips.

"Hello, Nat, you okay?" Trent brushes a loose bond strand of my hair from my face and I nod my head.

"Yes, how was training?" I put my drink on the kitchen side and shut the back door.

"All good, all good. Well apart from the fact that Klopp is making us work our arses off at the moment because we are fourth in the Prem and not first." Trent runs his hand through his curly hair and huffs with tiredness. Small crinkles and faint bags lay under his eyes which shows me how tired my partner is.

I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my chin on his chest gazing into his eyes. "Early night tonight then? We can get back from your parents around eight and then go to bed. I can make you a hot chocolate later or something too?"

"Now that sounds perfect, babes." He pecks my lips again and then my nose.

"I love you." I pat his chest and lean my head into the crook of his neck, but to do this I have to stand on my tip toes. This makes Trent smile.

"Love you too." His lips press against my head and his arms tighten around me more.

"Do you want a cuppa or coffee or something?"

"I'm all good, babes, we should probably get ready to go to my parents, mum said that we are having a roast dinner," Trent rubs his hands together and, if on cue, my stomach rumbles. "Goodness, Natalie." He chuckles and I burst out laughing.

"Don't blame me, it's the baby." I pull away from his arms and rub my stomach.

"You are a mean mum you know, blaming our little girl before she is even out of the womb."

"Leave me alone." I turn my back on him and down the rest of my drink before walking out of the kitchen upstairs to get changed into something to wear to Trent's parents house.

I have hardly got any decent outfits that actually fit m now as I am too big. So after about half an hour of throwing my wardrobe everywhere, I settle for comfy leggings and one of Trent's hoodies that is grey. The door to our bedroom opens and his mouth drops at the clothes that are strewn across the room.

"Babes? I swear you do this all the time." He begins to pick up many of the dresses and outfits from the floor, the bed, and other places.

"Sorry, I found that I am not as small as I used to be when I was not pregnant." I fold my arms across my chest and slip on some fluffy socks to keep my feet warm and comfy.

"Well duhh, you tummy is like a lot bigger." He shakes his head and bites back a smile.

"That's rude." I throw a load of clothes back into one of my draws and flump slowly onto the bed.

"Sorry, babes, you'll be able to fit into them when Charlotte is out."

"Sure." I mumble and lay down onto the pillows.

"It's true, you will be able to." Trent lays down next to me on his stomach and looks at me in my eyes.

I fold my arms across my chest. "Yeah, I know. I was agreeing with you." I say bluntly.

"Okay." He kisses my cheek quickly and gets off of the bed before getting changed out of his training stuff. He disappears off to go and have a shower.

* * *

Just like last time, Trent thought that it was a good idea to walk to his parent's house. So, here we are walking through the local park on our way to his parents. "This is nice ya know, I haven't been able to spend time like this with you, just a lovely walk through the park." His arm is wrapped around my shoulders and my own arm is wrapped around his waist.

"It is very nice, babes." I nod my head and lean further into him. I feel a bit sorry for him though as I am walking slower than he probably would like to as my feet hurt and I have to a slight waddle as I walk. I hold one hand upon my stomach as we follow the path and Trent smiles at me.

"You look very cute by the way, you have a little waddle as you walk. It is actually quite amusing and reminds me a bit when my mum was heavily pregnant with Marcel and the way she used to walk."

I don't answer as I feel my cheeks heat up from slight embarrassment. We continue on in silence down the path until after ten minutes or so, we reach his parent's home.

Just like last time, Mr and Mrs Alexander-Arnold welcome us and Marcel comes running down the stairs to only slap his brother across the head. "Good to see ya, Trent." The young lad smirks and before Trent can smack him one back Marcel runs into the living room.

His mother doesn't seem to happy about it though. She charges into the room after him yelling at him saying that he could've hurt me by accident.

I look up at Trent and he is leaning in the doorway with a satisfied grin on his face as his younger brother gets told off.

Tyler walks through the front door and immediately greets me with a quick hug. "Hello, Nat, looking absolutely amazing."

"Thank you, Tyler." I thank and pull away from the hug. Just like Marcel, Tyler slaps Trent in greeting but this time Trent manages to hit Tyler back. His slaps hand against his older brother's arm causing a loud smacking sound. Dianne immediately goes silent and turns to her other son.

"Will you lot knock it off hitting each other for goodness sake," She pushes past her sons smacking them all as she goes by. "You are bloody lucky that you are gonna be having a girl, Natalie, having just boys is a bloody nightmare."

^

Hi guys,

This story will be coming to an end soon :( but I am sure that I will be getting some more stories will be coming out shortly after this one depending on how I get on with starting them. Whether it will be my own material or yet another fanfic of some sort.

Anyway see you next week,

Daisy xxx