30 Day Writing Challenge | Football Imagines

Trent Alexander Arnold

3. Finding out they stole your snacks

You walked downstairs after coming out of the bath, in desperate need of a snack.

"Where are you?" you shouted loudly, enough for Trent to hear.

"Urgh where are they, all I wanted was some doughnuts and chocolate buttons. Some idiot has stolen them" you screamed out loud as you turned around and watched Trent standing there watching you.

As you span around a small smile appeared on his face.

"Wipe that smirk off of your face right now Trent Alexander Arnold" you sternly told him as you slammed the cupboard door.

"Oh sorry, just you were shouting and I had to see what all the fuss was about?" you crossed your hands across your large stomach.

"Someone ate my food and I am absolutely starving, this baby is throwing off my hormones and I cried earlier because I was watching a sad advert about all those dogs that nobody wanted and oh- fuck I'm going again" you muttered as you wiped a stray tear from your now tear stained cheek.

"What's up with you today?" Trent asked.

"I wanted some snacks and I find out that they have all disappeared" you huffed loudly.

"Hey, calm down if you huff and puff anymore you will blow the house down" Trent muttered with the biggest smirk on his face.

"Oh aren't you hilarious, excuse me?" you pushed past him as you made your way to the sofa.

"Are you really in a mood with me because your chocolates are missing?" Trent asked, biting his tongue as he waited for your answer.

"Yes I am. I was in the mood for them and you've eaten them. I am so annoyed with you" you moaned.

"Who says I ate them?" Trent asked as you looked up at him as he stood over you.

"I don't remember eating them?" you replied.

"Babe, you ate them last night when you got up from your nap and said that you were hungry." Trent tried his best not to laugh.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry for accusing you, fuck these moods are so weird. I can't cope with how this pregnancy is making me feel" you ran your hands through your hair as Trent gently crouched beside you.

"Hey it is okay angel, I promise you will buy you some more snacks. It is okay that you're feeling like this, you're carrying our baby and I am so amazed at how well you are handling this" Trent leaned in and kissed you.

"Trent please don't make me cry, I see you are being nice to ignore the fact that I am an absolute mess and I am sat here crying over chocolates that this fatty ate" you let out another laugh.

"Come here baby, you're not fat shut up. Come on, I promise I will get you more okay? stop with the tears, little man is making you so hormonal" he wiped your tears yet again.

"Sorry" you whispered quietly as he pulled you in for a cuddle.

"We have how many weeks left of this hormonal mess Trent" you smirked as you were interrupted by the doorbell.

"I don't care as long as my little man is cooking in there" he pressed a kiss to your forehead gently before getting p to answer the dor.