Football Imagines

Pancake Disaster - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Summary: A supposed to be peaceful morning turns into somewhat a tiny disaster for the couple.

Warning: ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE

"Babe?" Trent's voice echoed through the hallways. He fumbled with the t-shirt that he tried to put on as he made his way downstairs, looking for his missus' whereabouts. She had been sneakily getting out of his sight lately and his first instinct was to go to the kitchen. Bingo! She was indeed in the kitchen.

"Baby?" He called her again as he walked closer, then he chuckled to himself when he saw the earbuds were nestled in her ear, her head bobbing up and down with whatever music she was putting on - not Alicia Keys, he hoped.

Trent inched closer, trying to make the tiniest sound possible. She was so engrossed in her cooking and the music that she didn't even acknowledge his present right behind her. Just when he put his arms around her, she yelped and dropped the spatula on the pan and it fell down onto the floor hitting her toe, "fuck!" she hissed.

"Babe, we agreed not to swear," Trent whined.

"Fuck Trent! It hurts!" She half yelled, half whispered, dropping one her left hand on the kitchen counter to support her body as her right hand went to her belly.

Swiftly but carefully, he turned her around and his heart rate started to pick up when he saw pain lacing on her whole face, eyes closed and brows knitted together. "Oh my God, what is it? Did I hurt you?" He took the earbuds off her ears, put them onto the kitchen counter a little far away from the stove, then cupped her face with one hand whilst the other gripping her hip, stroking it with his thumb in a soothing manner.

She blew the air out of her lungs through her lips, opening her eyes slowly only to find his concerned face inches away from hers, and she couldn't help but giggle a little, making him frown. "Okay?" He asked worriedly.

"Fine," She flashed him a small smile, "they just kicked, like really hard."

"Mhm, gonna be a footballer, they are." He replied, and she hummed.

"Why are you up early?" She curiously asked, since he was never one to be up this early on his day off.

"Why are you up so early?"

"Couldn't get back to sleep, been craving something, but I still can't figure out what it is."

Trent crouched down, levelling his head to her belly and stroking it as he lifted her t-shirt to reveal her massive bump and pepper kisses on it. "Morning beans," he greeted, his twinkling eyes meeting up with hers when he looked up, grinning, then he brought his eyes down to her belly again, "be good to mummy!" he scolded the twins tenderly, "she's been through a lot with yous. I know you'd probably wanna be a footballer, but don't kick too hard, alright? It hurts mummy. And please, be specific when you want to eat something, okay? What about pancakes now?" Trent didn't remove a muscle a bit as he waited for an answer.

"Are pancakes okay?" He repeated, then moved his head closer so he could put his ear on her belly. She brought her hand to play with his locks and beamed at him when he gasped, a short chortle fell from his lips after feeling the two little kicks, or three -he couldn't be so sure as he was a little bit startled, and he immediately looked up at her, a huge grin plastered on his face. Oh how adorable he was being; she could stay pregnant forever to have this sight every morning.

As Trent rose up to his feet, towering over her again with his height, the smile she had on her face was still lingering there. He cupped her face and leaned in, tasting the remaining sweetness of the strawberry lip mask she had overnight on her lips.