Football Imagines

Swollen Feet -Trent Alexander-Arnold

Summary: In which y/n and Trent went shopping for maternity clothes when her old clothes wouldn't fit her anymore. Some paps took pictures of them and the next thing she knew the news of her pregnancy was all over the internet.

Author's Note:

MY GOD I'M HAVING BABY FEVER! IT'S CONFIRMED! I wrote this this morning lmao I'm so engrossed in this I can't even believe it. It's fluff with a little bit of a sad touch here and there. Feedbacks are always appreciated! Lemme know your thoughts! <3 Any grammatical errors will be fixed later

Warning: ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE

One of her hands went to cradle her bulging stomach; she was 21 weeks along. Trent could sense her nervousness as they stepped into the building. This was the first time they really went out together since they found out she was pregnant. She had it hard. The realisation that she was going to be a mum had struck her like a lightning in the middle of the day, the morning sickness that prevented her from doing the things she had loved to do before, the changes on her body when she looked in the mirror, especially the feeling she had when she tried to put on her favourite dress but it wouldn't fit her anymore; she felt awful. Though Trent had told her everyday that she was still the most beautiful woman in his eyes and that the product of their love was the one that made her body change shape, it never really helped.

Y/n got irritated easily. She would often snap at him at the smallest and the most ridiculous things at day and then she would sneak into the bathroom in the middle of the night, hands covering her mouth so that he couldn't hear her as she sobbed on the bathroom floor. And that only made her feel worse than before, she had experienced it firsthand when her sister-in-law got pregnant and how miserable her brother was. She could only imagine how difficult it was for Trent. Pregnancy was really hard for everyone.

"Hey!" Trent shook her shoulder softly, snapping her out of her little bubble. Y/n tilted her head and smiled at him.

"Where to go first?" He asked.

"Mmm, I'm thinking of getting some bras. My tits are getting bigger-" Her hands went to cup her breasts and a grimace appeared on her face. "and not to mention how bloody sore they are."

"How do you know this place, by the way?"

"That's shocking, that," He faked a gasp. "I bought you lingeries, like a lot!"

"Ah, yes, most of them were torn apart and ended up in the bin. Poor lingeries." She chuckled, dragging him into the store by the hand.

"Welcome! Would you like some assistance?"

"Please."

"I'm guessing you're looking for some maternity clothes?"

"Yeah, need some new ones. As you can see," Y/n stated, showing her covered bump as she stroked it over his hoodie that she wore, reminding her why she went to the store in the first place. "this baby's making me fat." Trent chuckled. It was not uncommon to hear her complain about her body. As long as it was harmless, he'd let that slide.

The seemingly older woman sighed, acknowledging her concern as she urged the couple to the maternity section. "I feel you, girl. Nearly went mad seeing my body. Not even 20 weeks along when I was that big!"

"No way! How bigger can I be? I'm only 21 weeks for fuc- sorry, for god's sake!" She grinned at the man on her side. He had made her promise him to swear less now that she was carrying a baby.

"Way bigger than that if you're having twins, I can assure you."

Y/n cocked her head at Trent, jabbing his stomach with her elbow when she saw his smug face. He indeed liked the idea of having twins.