~the manager ~ P.F

thirty-two.

I walked into the nursery and sat on the nursing chair and looked around, knowing in just less than 3 or 4 weeks, this room would have a baby in it. A beautiful baby boy.

Phil's parents bought us a large neon blue sign saying Ronnie in cursive so Phil put it up on the wall above his crib.

Phil went out for breakfast with his brother and cousins so I spent the day chilled watching the tele and doing some editing and posting.

Then I remembered I had this interview where they came to the house and I showed them around whilst they asked me questions.

I went upstairs and changed into some comfy clothes that highlighted my bump and then brushed through my hair and put it in a high pony tail and did a natural glowy makeup look.

I made all the beds and tidied the rooms, making sure it was spotless.

I washed the pots and made sure the back garden looked tidy. I focused most on Jack and Sasha's room; they were so fucking messy my god!

Once that was done and looking good, I sprayed the rooms with a nice smelling room spray and rolled out the new rug I bought last week with faux fur near the front door and set up the shoe rack. I wiped down the kitchen tops then heard the knock at the door.

They had this huge camera recording me and I welcomed them in and showed him around the house aisle answering his questions.

I sat down in my dressing room and gave them the ultimate tour of my things.

Most of the questions were about Phil and the baby so I took him through to the nursery and showed the camera the draws I spent days organising and the matching shoes all three of us had.

I showed him mine and Phil's room and Phil's special trophy and medal cabinet. He had so many but I wasn't allowed to touch them yet so I just showed them.

"So what is it like being with a footballer?" The cameraman said as we continued through the house.

"I love Phil even if he did something boring, but the experience is amazing," I said and smiled

"When you found out you were pregnant, what was your first thought?"

"I'm scared," I chuckled.

"What's your favourite show to watch?"

"Friends," I said with a smile on my face.

• • •

The questions were finished and the film men were packing away their equipment.

"Thanks for having us," a cameraman said as he put his large camera in a even bigger case.

"It's no problem hope you had a good time," I said smiling with them.

I heard a car door shut. Great. Phil was home. Now these cameramen would never leave. Not in a bad way. I just have so much editing to do.

"Is that Phil Foden?!" A really loud man said, actually hurting my ears.

"Hold on," I said and opened the door to see him walking down the path.

I smiled as I saw him in his Man City training tracksuit, walking down the path.

"Hi babe, ur interview go well," he said as he pulled me into a hug, wrapping his cold hands around me.

"Yea it did they are all still here so u may be bombarded when we go in," I said and chuckled.

• • •

He was infact bombarded.

They had gone now but when he walked in they were all over him. Just my luck.