𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 - phil foden

50

i hear footsteps not even a minute after i had entered the living room, he walks in taking his top off.

"what are you doing?" i ask giggling

"what i can't join the topless gang?" he asks

"you have to pass the test first." i say

"i got 100%." phil says

he comes and sits next to me.

"one thing." he says in my ear, "you're not completely topless are you."

"we can fix that." i say smirking

i take my sports bra off as he looks me up and down

"now what." phil says

"now we watch tv." i say

"ugh really." he replies

"i'm tired phil." i say

"could i change that?" he asks

"tomorrow? i promise." i say

"why do i love it even more when we plan it." he says smiling

"well now i know for the future..." i say

"ronnie will be staying the night but he's a good kid with sleeping, he won't wake us up."

"i can't wait for him to meet will." i say

"he'll love to have a little friend." phil says

"should we go up?" i ask

"one step ahead of you." he says standing up holding his hand out to pull me up

we walk up the stairs to our bedroom and i go over to check on will

"fast asleep." i say walking over to our bed.

i pick up the duvet and get inside.

"where's your body gone?" phil asks laughing

"disappeared." i say smiling

phil gets into bed and i rest my head on his chest, he plays with my hair as we sit in silence.

"the doctors said a few days ago that will normally wakes up at 11 and 3 then 6. what one do you want to do?" i ask

"i'll do 3am, you need rest." he tells me

"are you sure?" i ask

"positive." he replies

"i'll do 11 and 6 then." i say

i notice phil staring at my lips

"are you gonna kiss me or what?" i ask

he leans in for a kiss, i put my hands on his cheeks and pull him in. it turns into a make out until william starts crying. that's parent life for you, i get up as phil pulls me back.

"i'll get him." he says

phil walks over to will's cot and carries him into our bed

"i think this little man might be hungry." he says getting into bed with him in his arms

"he's always hungry!" i say taking him from phil

i start breastfeeding will, i look over and see phil staring at us.

"wishing that was you?" i ask giggling

"no fair." phil says 

"three months and he can have his own room." i say