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My Beautiful Fiancé

Rebecca and I are out shopping for baby clothes, despite having way too much already, and she picks up a baby-sized Liverpool top. "Have yous two got your baby one of these yet?" She inquires her eyes looking at me.

"No, now to come to think of it I actually haven't, it just hasn't crossed mine and Trent's mind." I scratch my head and run my hand along the hem of the top.

"Right we will get this then." Rebecca puts it on top of all the other things we are going to buy and we begin to head over to the counter.

"Jesus!" I exclaim as I realise the amount of money I have spent today on baby clothes. Three hundred and sixty two pounds on just things for the baby. "Trent is gonna kill me, we have already spent like a grand and a bit on this little one."

The cashiers jaw drops in awe as I say this and I go a bit red from embarrassment. "Oh well, that's like nothing compared to what they earn every week so he can't really complain." Rebecca takes the card from my hand and scans it.

Despite her reassuring words though, I still feel a tad guilty for spending so much on pointless things for our baby. "Well fingers crossed that he will realise that."

"In sure he will, anyway let's get home because we have a game to get ready for." She links her arm with mine and we both carry shopping bags as we head back to her car.

We drive home and when we get to my house she helps me up the stairs so I can have a shower. Even just these little things are becoming harder and harder to do without help as I get bigger and bigger and I can hardly walk for five minutes without feeling tired or having sore feet.

The game today starts at five o'clock so it shouldn't go on too late and it's Liverpool against Sheffield, who we are expected to win against. I slip on my new Liverpool jersey that I got as my old one doesn't exactly fit that well anymore as it's a little too tight round the tummy. I still have three months to go and I can't wait to no longer have this tummy and be able to fit back into my old clothes again.

Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love being pregnant and I love the feel of carrying the future Alexander-Arnold but it does bring stress and pain onto my back, which I can tell you now, that is not fun.

Rebecca plaits my hair whilst I do my make up and then we swap, so I do her hair whilst she does her own make up. Then once we are ready we, once again, get back into the car and began the car journey to our next destination.

I really am hoping for a win today, I can't deal with grumpy Trent as we are both underneath enough stress as it is at the moment. Let's just say, Liverpool haven't been themselves and have now been pushed down to fifth which Trent is proper annoyed at that, as you would be.

Plus Klopp has been putting Trent under a lot more pressure as the defence has been under jeopardy as Van Dijk is having issues with his injuries. I feel sorry for my fiancé I really do and I try to give him as much love as I can but sometimes he doesn't want it.

Rebecca pulls up to the stadium and we are an hour and a half before kick off. She wanted to see Jordan before he goes and warms up and to be honest I want to see my brother and Trent.

When we enter the stadium the press are everywhere and a load of them look at me and Rebecca, immediately a camera flashes at us and a woman in pushing a recorder into our faces. "Miss Henderson, how are you and Trent Alexander-Arnold doing? Are you having a boy or a girl? And Mrs Henderson, how does your brother feel about his teammate going out with his little sister?" The extremely irritating woman turns to Rebecca at the end and she shakes her head at the reporter.

"Excuse me with have seats to go and find." She grabs my hand and together we head off to find our seats. Some of the team are already down there stretching and doing a light jog up and down the pitch. As I walk up the stairs, slowly, and as I go to turn to walk down the aisle to my seat someone's arms wrap around me, their hands going onto my stomach.