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Matchweek Thirty: Arsenal vs. Liverpool [bonus]

Bonus Chapter

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Liverpool vs Manchester City: the one in which he gets hurt

I TOLD TRENT that I would be waiting on the bed in nothing but his shirt if they won. I even put the children to bed early. I wanted to spice things up. Ever since the baby came along (a boy that we named Owen Presley Alexander Arnold) our sex life hasn't been the same. Trent has been trying to spend as much time with us as possible, but I understand that he has a busy schedule. I was really hoping that we could have a little fun before international break.

I really hate it when Trent leaves to play internationally. Its not the insecurities, because I trust Trent, but I miss him. Its not easy taking care of two toddlers and Trent is always a huge help. I Skype with him regularly when he is away, but it's just not the same.

Now I anxiously pace in front of the front door (in the house that Trent grew up in) waiting for him to arrive. I watched the game and my heart sank when he was taken off. I'm no physiotherapist, but I hope he's okay. Finally, after what felt like forever, he pushes open the door and I immediately jump on him. My arms wrap around him neck and I make sure to not hurt him. Trent always gets distant when he's sick or hurt. He loves football so much that it hurts him to not play.

He doesn't say anything, dropping his kit bag and burying his face in my neck. I always treat him like a baby when he gets like this. He won't say anything, but that's his silent way if asking for cuddles.

"Are you okay?" I ask him, pecking his lips.

He nods.

"Do you want tea?" I ask, pulling away from him.

"Yes please," he says softly, trailing his eyes down my body.

Well, I am only using his shirt.

I walk into the kitchen and he follows me in there. He stands behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as I prepare the tea. He always gets so needy.

"Sam, I love you so bloody much," he mutters into my neck and I bite back a smile.

"I know. And I love you too, ya' big oaf," I chuckle.

He walks into the longue after I hand him his tea. I sit next to him and he turns on the TV, playing some movie I can't care less about. All I can care about now is Trent. He's my number one priority until the children wake up. I rest my head on his shoulder, mindlessly sipping my tea. I really don't know what I'll do without Trent. We found a way to be great parents with both our busy schedules. He's the father of my children after all. We are a team, and he helps me alot around the house.

After a while, he grabs the mug from my hands, placing it on the coffee table. He silently picks me up in his arms, walking towards the room. He kicks the door shut and throws me into the bed, not saying a word. He removes his shirt and I lick my lips at his drool worthy body. He climbs onto the bed and settles himself between my legs, kissing up my neck to my sweet spot.

Trent knows my body in and out. He doesn't just kiss and touch me. He worships my body. He makes me feel loved and appreciated by just his touch. He lips trail to my lips, kissing me sweetly and passionately. His pins my hands above my head, deepening the kiss. Oh, another thing about him is that he gets gets dominant when he's upset.