You + Me = Three (PART 3 ft Trent Alexander-Arnold)
warnings: contains sex references, swears etc. (FORGOT TO READ MORE THIS)
Today was one of the rare days that you and Trent had off together and usually these would be spent together on the couch, watching documentaries or old vine compilations whilst eating ridiculous amounts of takeaway food and desserts. However, you had opted today for staying home and packing your suitcases for the long weekend away you had planned. It was just a little break away before the end of the season where you would no doubt be travelling a lot. Trent enjoyed going on many hot luxurious holidays with his off season free time and of course you were just happy to be wherever he was. That was one thing that he had always loved about you since you were children, how spontaneous you were. You were always down for whatever and the first person to volunteer for activities, something that Trent often admired in you.
You were so lost in double checking to make sure you had everything on your list packed away, that you didn’t hear when Trent returned, looking up from the paper in your hand to see him placing a large number of shopping bags on the floor.
“Hi babe,” he greeted you with a kiss on the top of your head, “how’s your day been?”
“Good,” you smiled. “I think I’m finally all done with our packing.”
“Hmm, well don’t hate me..” Trent started, “But I bought some stuff today for us that I wanna take.”
You let out a sigh knowing you’d more than likely have to repack your entire case again, knowing that Trent would have definitely gone overboard with colour coordinating outfits for you.
“Let’s have a look then.”
Trent began to hand over the bags for you one by one, observing you as you took out each outfit and gave a nod of approval. If there was one thing you couldn’t fault him for was his fashion. You knew there were a lot of people who would disagree but you loved his quirky little style as it complimented your own. When you had finished going through all of the bags and sighed once more.
“I’m gonna repack tonight, some of these outfits are too nice not to take to Monaco.” you admitted. “But what’s in that little bag?”
“Don’t get mad..” Trent said hesitantly.
“What would I be mad for, ye little gimp?” you laughed, extending your hand for him to pass you the bag.
“I just seen it and thought it was cute an’ I couldn’t resist.” he shrugged as he handed over the small brown bag lined with white tissue paper.
Slowly you began to dig through the bag, removing the layers of tissue paper until you came upon a small folded grey article of clothing. Carefully you unfolded it to find a small babygrow with sloths printed all over it. There was no denying it was cute as hell, but you couldn’t understand what would have compelled Trent to purchase it.
“Are they sloths?” you asked dumbfounded.
“Yeah, I know they’re your favourite animal an’ I was in the kids section with Robbo helping him shop for the kids an’ I know you said you’re not ready yet but I just thought it would be nice for us to start gettin’ a few little bits in, y’know?” he prattled on nervously.
“Trent, I didn’t just say I wasn’t ready, I said I’m not sure if I even want kids.”
“I know Y/N but it's been nearly four months now. You can’t tell me you haven’t sat there an’ thought about it at least once?” he asked.
You remembered the conversations vividly, mostly because you’d been having them a lot at the time but that was July. The last conversation you recalled having with Trent was around the time of his Uncle’s birthday party and that had been in August. Both yours and Trent’s birthdays in September had also come and gone and you were now nearing August.. Now that you were actually thinking about it, you hadn’t had a period in a while. There was no chance you could be pregnant though, you took your pill religiously, always making sure that at 12pm every single day you took the little white pill that saved you from any invasive little womb demons. Ever since the age of 13, you had never been exactly regular though so if you were late you tended not to think too much about it but this was too long..
There was no chance you could be pregnant. You didn’t feel pregnant. Maybe a bit more tired than usual but that was it. There was no morning sickness, no sore breasts although they did feel fuller recently but you had contributed that to the fact you had a lot more of an appetite recently.
“Well, have you?” Trent pressed.
You shook your head no. “I’ve just been so busy T honestly, with work, our birthdays an’ just life in general I haven’t had much time to think about anything else. Not to mention, we have a holiday coming up. I want us to just focus on that and each other.” you admitted feeling a little guilty now.
“You’re right, let’s get Monaco boxed off, an’ then we’ll have another talk when we’re home?” he offered.
You shot Trent a forced smile and agreed, “Sure.”
Whilst you were busy repacking both of your suitcases, Trent offered to cook dinner for you both whipping up one of the only things he knew how to cook - spaghetti bolognese. You had to give him his dues however, it was easily some of the best bolognese you’d ever had. No matter how many times you tried to make it for yourselves, making sure to follow Trent’s recipe directions right down to the last comma, it never quite tasted as good as his.
When you were finally happy with the cases, you warned Trent not to buy anymore clothes as you wouldn’t be repacking a third time. He agreed knowing that it was better to keep you happy since you always stressed about making sure you didn’t forget anything. You joined Trent at the dinner table to eat together, he’d even gone as far as pouring you a glass of red wine and you couldn’t help but smile at him fondly. It was the little gestures like making dinner with your favourite red, or how he’d always remember to put extra parmesan cheese on your pasta that kept you falling in love with him over and over every single day.
You and Trent talked casually as you ate dinner, not really talking about anything in particular. As much as you tried to stay focused on what he was saying, your mind couldn’t help but wander. You doubted it but what if you were actually pregnant? What would you do? How would your parents react? Would you even keep it? Question after question racked your brain as you twisted the spaghetti around your fork.
“Hm?” you hummed, snapping back to reality and lifting your gaze to meet his.
“I was askin’ if you knew where me training stuff is for tomorrow.” Trent asked.
“Oh, oh yeah, it’s all in your bag ready for the morning babe,” you informed him, “I figured we could have a little lie in instead of you rushing round to find it.”
Trent’s grin spread from ear to ear, flashing his perfectly straight white teeth, “You’re a fuckin’ keeper, ye know that, right?”
“I’ve been told once or twice before by a certain someone.” you laughed.
When you had both finished eating, you offered to wash up since Trent had done all of the work. Trent insisted that you leave it til the morning to ‘soak’ and take a shower with him instead to which you happily accepted with the counter argument that he didn’t try to fuck you in there as you were tired tonight. “Where’s the fun in that?” he groaned.
Ever true to his word however, Trent mostly kept his penis to himself. It hadn’t exactly been a lie when you had told him that you were tired, but it was more the underlying fear that you were pregnant that was bothering you, because even if it turns out you weren’t this anxiety and not knowing wasn’t a feeling you wanted to experience ever again and so for the foreseeable sex was definitely off the cards.
When you and Trent finally settled into bed, he pulled you in close to his chest letting his arm fall over your waist. His hand traced up and down your side as he placed soft kisses on your shoulder and back.
“Are you sure ye not mad at me?” Trent asked, resting his chin on your shoulder, “Y’know, about the whole babygrow thing..”
You shook your head no, “Promise.. I mean yeah I was surprised but it’s fine I guess.”
“I just don’t want you to feel like am pressurin’ you or anythin’. I just see all the lads an’ stuff settled down with their birds an’ kids an’ it just makes me wonder when it’s gonna be us, y’know?”
“I get that T but can’t we just have a few more selfish years together before we think about kids? It’s not like it’s a small commitment.” you rationalised.
“You said that about the dogs an’ look how well we’ve raised them,” Trent said with a chuckle, “They’re perfect gentlemen.”
“You’re so daft.” you said with a smile.
You rolled over in Trent’s arms to face him. His brown eyes reflected the light that was coming from the slightly ajar bathroom door, causing them to twinkle as his gaze bore into yours.
“Promise me that no matter what happens T, we’re always gonna be locked in for life?” you whispered.
“I promise baby.” he replied softly. “Me an’ you against the world, remember?”
With a small nod of your head, you closed your eyes and let yourself relax in Trent’s arms before finally drifting off to sleep. When you awoke, the sun was shining brightly through a small gap in the curtains which illuminated your half of the bedroom. Careful as to not wake Trent, you managed to manoeuvre your way out of his sleeping death grip to roll over and check the time. 5:46am. Quietly you let out a groan and slid out of bed knowing that the chances of you falling back to sleep were next to none. Instead you opted to go downstairs where you were greeted by the dogs running around the kitchen excited to see you and have their breakfast.
You fed them both, let them out to use the toilet and then finally decided to lie down on the couch with a blanket and wait for Trent to wake up. He’d set his alarm for later than usual today as you’d gotten all of his things for training ready the night before. You had been hoping for a lazy morning involving lots of kissing and cuddling but it seemed your plans had now backfired.
With it being so late and yet so early, all that was on tv was either the news or teleshopping and you couldn’t stand either, instead settling for a true crime podcast on YouTube. Trent often wondered how you could find someone talking about unsolved murders relaxing but you just laughed him off because he watched YouTube videos of people making 3D printed models of World War 2 fighter planes. A lot of things over the years may have changed but one thing you could guarantee on was Trent’s secret passion for history even after all these years. If he hadn’t gone professional with his football, he’d always said he wanted to be a Historian.
You must have dozed off because you were awoken to the sound of paws skirting across your marble flooring. Groggily you sat up on the couch to see Trent throwing a tennis ball for the dogs who would go bounding across the room to chase it and bring it back for him covered in slobber.
“Mornin’” Trent said with a cheeky grin, “Made you a coffee.” he said, jerking his head to the coffee table in front of you.
You groaned guiltily, “Ohhh, I’m sorry babe, I was supposed to look after you this morning.”
“Don’t be silly, Y/N it’s fine.” Trent reassured you.
“I feel bad though, I wanted to spend some time with you before training today.”
“Stop stressing, honestly babe. There’s only this week left before summer break anyways an’ then I am all yours. Just you an’ me livin’ it up in France.” he grinned.
“Trent John Alexander-Arnold, remind me to thank your mum an’ dad for bringing you into this world ‘cause I don’t deserve how good you are to me y’know.” you admitted.
“You deserve it all an’ more my girl.” Trent said, moving to give you a kiss on the cheek. “But I better get goin’ before the Gaffer tells me off for bein’ late again.”
Trent made his way to the front door, making sure to grab his bag off the kitchen counter where you had left it packed for him the night before.
“Babe, c’mon, you know I’m on black people timing.” he shrugged.
“That excuse is only for people who know how to secure a whine.” you laughed, “So unfortunately, you don’t fit the bill. Now go on before I’ve got Klopp bellin’ out me phone askin’ where you are.”
“I can secure a whine.” you heard Trent grumble.
“Sure, sure, pretty boy. Now go.” you urged, not wanting him to be late for one of his last training sessions of the season.
You stood in the doorway waving Trent goodbye, watching as his car backed out of your driveway and the gate slid shut behind him. Once you were alone, your mind went straight back to your little period problem. The only thing on your mind today was putting your worries at ease so you could relax and focus on your upcoming holiday with Trent. You were sure that you had a pregnancy test lying around somewhere in the back of a drawer or something. There had been a time a few years ago when you and Trent had first moved in together, where there had been a pregnancy scare but luckily one negative test later you had been assured your life wasn’t about to end and so you threw the other test into a drawer promising yourself that you’d never feel that panic of the unknown again. Yet here you were pulling out the contents of your bathroom drawer, sending tampons and toiletries flying all over the room. Finally you found what you were looking for - a cheap 99p pregnancy test from Home & Bargain.
As you removed the plastic stick from its wrapper, you couldn’t stop your hands from shaking. Even as you dipped it into the pot of your urine, your entire body felt like it was vibrating. Each minute that passed felt like an eternity as you watched the stick absorb slowly. Eventually the five minutes must have passed as the timer on your phone went off alerting you that it was time to check the test. Nervously you picked it up and inspected it.
No. There was no chance in hell that you were pregnant. You took your pill every single day without fail. You sat on the bathroom floor, slumped against the bath with the pregnancy test in your hands, repeating the words ‘no’ over and over to yourself.
Not quite sure of what to do right now, you simply stood up and went downstairs and lay on the couch, staring aimlessly at the ceiling. Absent-mindedly a hand ran over the small of your exposed stomach. It felt firm, regular, not at all pregnant and you wondered if it could have been a mistake. That was it, it had to be a mistake. God knows how long you’d had that test sitting in the draw for, it was probably long past its expiry date. Pregnancy tests came with expiry dates didn’t they?
It wasn’t long before the few tears that had escaped from your eyes had turned into full blown hysteria. Now you were sobbing loudly wondering why you were stupid enough to let yourself get into a mess like this. Essentially, your life was basically over.
You weren’t sure how long you had lay on the couch for, just lying there in silence when you were dragged out of your thoughts by the sound of the front door closing and Trent returning home from training.
“Hey babe,” he greeted you, coming to place a kiss on your cheek. “How’s your day been?”
“Good, yeah.” you replied trying to keep your composure. You hadn’t once thought about having to tell Trent and now that he was in front of you, it just felt all the more real.
“Sound, well am goin’ to jump a quick shower ‘cause I didn’t get one after training ‘cause I just wanted to rush home.” he informed you as he made his way upstairs.
All you could manage to do was nod and watch in silence as Trent went up to shower. You did your best to force your thoughts elsewhere, opting for checking social media. You were scrolling through instagram when Trent returned in a pair of shorts hanging dangerously low on his waist and shirtless, looking extremely concerned.
“Don’t tell me you’ve got covid, Y/N?” he asked worried.
“Well this positive covid test says otherwise..” he said holding his hand towards you.
And that was when you noticed the white plastic stick in his hand. Well, fucking shit. You could have laughed. Like, this moment would have genuinely been comical if not for the fact that you thought you’d put the test in the bin and would have more time to confirm and tell Trent.
You scoffed, “It’s worse than covid.”
“What is it then Y/N, are you okay?” Trent said coming to sit beside you, his concern growing by the second.
“It’s the other kind of test, the kind that comes with 18 years of responsibility.” you told him quietly.
There was a moment of silence before Trent spoke again. “You’re pregnant..?”
“Yep..” you said, popping the ‘p’ for emphasis.
“This is amazing, Y/N! But I thought you said..”
“I did say, Trent, trust me. I’m just as surprised as you are.” you said with a grimace.
“But how? You’ve never missed a pill or anything?”
Racking your brains to wonder how you could have ended up in this position and then the flashbacks hit you like a freight train.
“Cum in me, Trent, please!” you had begged him and of course, the very dutiful boyfriend had obliged. How could he not have when the woman of his dreams, the love of his life was begging him for his seed. It was the most natural primal instinct for him to release inside of you when you’d asked him, but you were drunk, you hadn’t meant it.
Well, that was a lie. At the time you had definitely meant it because you were drunk. Sober you would never have let Trent finish inside of you, never in a million years for this exact reasoning. Realising now that the next day, despite taking your pill, you also threw up due to your hangover which probably rendered it useless was the reason you were pregnant.
“FUCK!” you exclaimed. “That night of your uncle's party.. I was so drunk an’ horny and you finished inside me..”
“I mean, you did ask me to.” Trent defended.
“Why would you even listen to me when I’m drunk Trent, you should know better!” you cried.
“It was the heat of the moment babe and from what I remember you weren’t complaining at the time!” Trent said, holding his hands up defensively. “In fact, you looked like such a good girl for me. I loved watching my cum spill out of your pretty little pussy.” he said trying to make light of the situation.
“Yeah, and now look at me! I’m 23 and knocked up with a little womb demon.”
You curled up, placing your head in Trent’s lap as you cried softly. He ran his fingers through your curls in an attempt to soothe you but your tears showed no sign of slowing down.
“I just don’t know what to do, Trent.” you admitted through sobs.
“Well, what do you wanna do about it? You know how I feel an’ I know how you feel so we need to talk about this before we make any big decisions realistically.” he admitted.
You felt your heart sink into the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t see yourself changing your mind about not wanting this child..
“Just give me some time to think please, T..”
