6 year later'I'm home bitches' phils voice echoed through our family house. 'Hey, how was work' I said as he walked into the living room. 'Not bad not bad' he said before running over and jumping on top of me. He wrapped his arms around my body and planted kisses over my face. 'Where is my little footballer?' He questioned looking around the room. He unraveled his arms from my waist before getting up and looking around the living room. 'Outside, playing' I replied, my eyes still on the tv. Great 'Oliver!' He shouted. Soon enough a small figure came running into the living room before throwing themselves onto Phil. 'Daddy, you're home' he said excitedly. 'Can we play football, pleaseeeee' he begged. 'Oliver you know daddy just came back from training, he is very tired I'm sure he will play tomorrow' I answered for him.
After I gave birth Phil proposed to me. It was nothing special, I didn't want a big amazing proposal and he seemed to understand that, soon we got married, it wasn't big, just some family and friends. We bought our second house together. Life was great. I fell pregnant again, but this time with twins, Taylor and tylor, I named the girl after my bestfriend, I was always going to do that when I got a little girl. We got a little dog called milo, a big fluff ball may I add. Everything I ever wanted was right here between these four walls of my family home.
Who knew I'd be married too the person I hated the most, or maybe I never hated him after all, maybe it was something else...
I do love him with every bone in my body and I always will, we do have a strange way of showing our love, he calls me a bitch and I call him a dickhead. Other people think it's more like a friendship but too us it's our way of showing our love.
Before our twins I fell pregnant with a baby girl, but i had a miscarriage not long afterwards, it broke me quite a bit, but I didn't want it too show, most nights I cried on my own, anywhere I could, I just didn't want anyone seeing. But later I fell into a deep depression and that's when Phil noticed and wanted to help. I lost a lot of weight from not eating in those times and my moods dropped to an all time low. U got therapy for it though, they gave me pills, and someone I can go to even if it isn't about that topic, but that person wasn't my therapist, it was Phil, I found out that he wanted me to talk to him about how I felt, he always helped me and would always make sure I had eaten.
When we announced to the public that we were together most people were so happy, and sending me love. It was just the petty teenage fan girls who hated my guts because I stop their 'man', I found it quite funny to be honest.
And that's it really, my crazy life all in one, I wouldn't change anything in the world, I love my husband so much, I love my kids, my home, my family, my dog and my friends. But most importantly, I learned to love myself too.
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