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‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

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Warnings: This series is 18+ and will contain fluff, suggestion, SMUT (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, parenting, mental health struggles, eating disorder, self doubt, body image issues, daddy kink, angst, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant/ baby logistics it’s better if you just read along happily.

P.S. Thank you so much for completing this series. 'You're Mine' and 'Ours' have been a massive labor of love and so much fun to write. I hope you have enjoyed all 60 chapters! There will be epilogue but until then... The End.

Chapter 30 - 'All Ours' | ‘Ours’ - The Final Part

word count - 14.2 k

Trent was on the carpet in your living room sat in between your legs as you were sitting on the couch behind him. Teddy was on the couch next to you sitting in Marcel’s lap as the four of you watched a NBA game on the TV that night. Maybe the four of you watching is a stretch. Marcell and Trent were watching. Teddy was bothering Marcel with irrelevant and unrelated questions. You were occupied playing with Trent’s hair, scratching at his scalp, occasionally massaging his shoulders. You were just keeping your hands on him. You couldn’t get enough of him lately. You still had yet to tell your families about the pregnancy. You were hiding in sweat sets and t-shirts of Trent’s lately attempting to hide your slightly now more noticeable bump. Trent leaned his cheek against the inside of your thigh as he kissed your knee.

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‘OURS’

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Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 1 - Size of A Plum | ‘Ours’

Pancakes. That was the only thing in your mind since you went to sleep last night. It was obscenely early so Trent was still fast asleep when you slipped out of your bedroom. He had a game last night and although you knew he preferred to wake up and have a cuddle with you after being knackered from his match. Unfortunately for him, your pregnancy cravings were not going to be as understanding as you knew he would be. You tiptoed down the stairs and crept into the kitchen. You turned on the warm lights and looked out into the still dark morning outside. You moved around the kitchen seamlessly pulling out all the ingredients for blueberry pancakes. It was hard not to make any noise as you whisked the batter in a ceramic bowl but you tried your best. You knew things were still fairly easy for you this early in your pregnancy so you were cherishing the morning and moments of fleeting ease and alone time. You swayed back and forth in a pair of Trent’s joggers and a little tank top focused on getting the pancakes a perfect golden brown humming the song currently stuck in your head. You were oblivious to the fact that a sleepy Trent had snuck into the kitchen. Your heart just about stopped when you felt his warm hands come around your waist. He tucked his head onto your shoulder and rested his chin on you.

At the end of the week, you and Trent were attending an event in Manchester. It was a gala for a charity a friend was having. It was massive; a ton of people you didn’t know would be there. The second you heard about it you began to worry about hiding your bump. You were keeping the pregnancy quiet for now. Trent wasn’t keen on going to the event but he had to. He was really anxious and while you usually would go with him regardless you definitely were going to this one just to hold his hand to make him feel better. He wasn’t crazy about big social gatherings. Neither were you but Trent especially hated it. You weren’t loving the way you had been looking lately. You felt so uncomfortable in your own skin. It made you apprehensive about the event but if your company made Trent less nervous you were going to be there. You put on a strapless black gown that hugged your figure perfectly but the thickness of the material made it so it wasn’t clinging to your growing stomach. It had a high slit on one side that exposed your thigh and gave a glimpse at the pair of heels you were in. You had gotten your nails done earlier in the week and asked Trent what color to get when you couldn’t decide. He told you he liked when you got a pink you usually wore. You could’ve made that decision on your own but you liked to have his opinion. As he held your hand in the car on the way to the event that night his fingers stroked over your long nails smiling that his opinion mattered to you. As Trent helped you step out of the car you felt the warmth of the camera’s lights. The photographers out front snapped away. Trent kept his hand on the small of your back as you walked towards them. His touch always made you feel more secure. He made you comfortable no matter where you went together but especially in these situations where the media was there to cover your every move. He looked down at you and rubbed his thumb over your back. He dropped his hand off your back and came to grab yours. He squeezed it to let you know he was with you. He really thought you were the one helping him but it couldn’t have been more opposite. He was the only reason you could manage something like this. You just stared up at him in a daze, just completely and utterly obsessed with him. When you were inside, he introduced you to people he knew through football. He kept you close to him. Despite your anxiety, you were naturally very good with people. They were drawn to you. People often described you to be pretty like a doll, like a model or ballerina. Your slicked back bun tonight really reinforced that imagery. You radiated a glow that had men drooling and women envious. Trent always felt really proud to have you by his side at these events. His big brown eyes watched as you spoke. He loved the sound of your saccharine voice as you spoke to the people you just had met while they rapidly fell in love with you. The way you moved and the way you carried yourself was perfection personified. Like the rest of the room, he was completely captivated by you. Trent was transfixed on you the whole night. The Van Clef necklace Trent gave you when he asked you to be his girlfriend laid over your protruding collarbones illuminated. He smiled everytime it caught the light reminding him you were his. You weren’t even sure he knew anyone else was at the event but you. You stood up from your seat to bop to the bathroom quickly. Trent stood up with you worried you weren’t feeling well but you assured you simply only had to pee. Happy you were actually okay he sneakily gave your ass a light slap. You rolled your eyes at his cheek. When you walked into the restroom there were 3 girls all at the mirror touching up their makeup so you just smiled before picking a stall. You were almost finished when you overheard them talking.

You sat at Trent’s home match a few days later. You were with Tyler in the seats outside the box. You were freezing. You sniffled brushing your icy red nose. You watched the minutes tick by until the ref blew his whistle for the first half to end. Tyler asked if you wanted anything to drink and you awkwardly declined. He furrowed his brow at you but accepted your answer. You typically drank at matches with Trent’s brothers so it was a little odd. You still hadn’t told either of your families, or literally anyone yet and it was becoming more and more difficult. You scrolled on your instagram when Tyler popped inside. You saw a Liverpool fan account had tagged you in a photo sitting in the stands today. It wasn’t anything new but you started to worry the general public might deduce you were pregnant before you got the chance to tell everyone on your own terms. The game went on and little shivers ran through your body, down your spine, and all you could do was clench your chattering teeth and dig your nails into the skin of your palms. Heavy rain fell onto the pitch without mercy. You were cold just looking at Trent all wet but to his credit, he looked really really good like that. When the game finished Trent came up to the box as always. You stood waiting in one of his hoodies. It was unreasonably soft and you had stolen it about a day after he got it. Trent didn’t mind. He liked to see you in his clothes. You looked so comfy in them pulling the sleeves over your hands almost drowning in the fabric. He came into the box and he looked at you all warm and cozy. He had never wanted to hug you more than he did right now. Seeing you in his clothing sent a tremor of pure warmth through his chest. It started in his heart and spread throughout his entire body. He couldn’t bring himself to resist the soft curl of his lips, gazing at you so lovingly. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a kiss. As you left Anfield with him you held his hand walking to the car park. Your anxiety from the instagram post still lingered.

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‘OURS - The Epilogue'

Summary: A conclusion to what has happened in the ‘You’re Mine’ sequel 'Ours'

Index: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI - if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please like, comment, or message what you think of the series. 🐑 🤍

Part 1 - 'Sheep'

word count - 7.5 k

“Ready for two and five, beautiful?” Trent cooed early in the morning pulling you closer into his embrace under the duvet.

“Yeah, he’s very cool to be fair.” You giggled thinking of your little boy. He was cool in all honesty. He just had a vibe about him that was ‘cool.’ Theo was the kind of little boy who effortlessly exuded a coolness that was beyond his years. It wasn’t just in how he looked, though he certainly had a style all his own. He loved wearing his tiny trainers, especially ones that he could match with Trent. There was something about the way he carried himself though—an innate confidence and curiosity that made everyone around him smile. He was curious about everything, and it showed in how he approached the world. Theo had this way of exploring that was both deliberate and fearless. Whether he was inspecting the flowers in the garden, fiddling with a new toy to figure out how it worked, or trying to mimic the way his dad played with the football, he did it all with a sense of purpose. That curiosity made him seem wise beyond his years, as if he was always on a little mission to discover something new. What made Theo truly cool, though, was something he very clearly inherited from his dad. He had this laid-back, almost effortless charm that made you want to be around him. He was the kind of kid who could make anything look fun and easy. Theo had this warm, genuine smile that lit up his face and made others smile right back. It was identical to Trent’s. His dimples just the same. He was the type of little boy who would give you a high-five one minute and then, out of nowhere, wrap his little arms around you in a spontaneous hug. It was that combination of being adventurous, curious, and full of love that made Theo undeniably cool, even at such a young age. “Very pretty too, like his daddy.” You continued on before kissing Trent’s cheek. That too, Theo was gorgeous. Theo was a carbon copy. Trent really had said, ‘copy paste’ now twice. He had beautiful big brown eyes, the cutest nose you’d ever seen and apparently all your children were going to be blessed with Trent’s signature pout.

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Chapter 24- An Alexander-Arnold Angel | ‘Ours’

word count - 11 k

“Can you tell me what that is, baby?” You cooed, bouncing Teddy on your knee pointing outside through the big window. You were sat in a lounge at the airport waiting to board your flight to the United States for your wedding. Trent had gotten a private jet to take you to New York. He figured if you had ever taken an important trip it would be this one so flying private seemed like the thing to do.

Walking down the aisle was a blur, literally and figuratively. Your eyes were filled with tears glazing over them but also the feeling walking down the floral pathway (vibes). You could smell the flowers and the salty air, you could feel the slight breeze coming off the water hitting your skin warmed by the beating sun’s rays, but you couldn’t really make anything else out but Trent at the end of it all, the bright devilishly handsome smile beaming back at you.Trent’s heart was thumping against his rib cage. Nostalgia rushing through him as he remembered the first time he saw you. You looked different today though in the best way possible. You looked older but in a mature more beautiful way. You looked less nervous but in a confident more beautiful way. You looked ethereal as your veil cascaded around you. The sunlight reflecting off the ocean water onto your skin through the cathedral length tulle around you. He definitely didn’t see it off the jump. He was focused on your stunning bronzy natural beachy made up face but the veil was embroidered with the date of your ceremony and a cheeky ‘Til’ Death Due Us Part - TAA.’ You were a vision, an angel on earth, and the love of his life. Your dress reflected and shined, it wasn’t anything like Trent was expecting. It was far better than anything he could’ve imagined. He mouthed an ‘You look beautiful’ with his waterline filling with tears. You responded with a pouty ‘I love you.’ You said your vows and in a way it felt like you could sense a shift, like there was a change in you that felt more at ease. It wasn’t a valid or genuine worry Trent would leave you but you were insecure and in some way, the fact that you were stood with him in front of your family and friends declaring your love, committing your life to one another was such a relief to you. It was like you could feel the anxiety draining from your body. You kept things fairly simple at the ceremony. You were stood on the very edge of a grassy cliff at the resort overlooking the water. You had filled the area with summer floral arrangements, bunches of green hydrangeas, coral delphiniums, pink dahlias and yellow ranunculuses. You loved the contrast of your ornate dress with the relaxed environment. You had convinced Trent to wear a double breasted light tan linen suit from Brunello Cucinelli with a white button down. He looked delicious and just perfect. You held his hands across from you bitting the inside of your lip trying not to cry as you said your vows. You didn’t read any personal sentiments aloud because you knew neither of you would be able to get through them without balling. You had written them and planned to share them with each other on your own time but they were just for you two to share. You whispered back and forth something you had placed in both your vows, a rendered snippet from Beethoven's letter ‘Immortal Beloved’ and while it sounds pretentious it was just something you had once read aloud to Trent once on a plane. It stuck and you often said it to each other.

"To the Alexander- Arnold boys, you are getting the best sister in the world. Somethings I know you’ve gotten a chance to come to know like you will always have the most fun and a good laugh, you will never have a bad cocktail I promise, you will always get great advise, although I’ve heard Tyler gives Y/N a run for her money in that department, and the best closet in the world to ‘borrow’ from but maybe that last bit doesn’t really apply to either of you, nevertheless she is the best sister in the world. You are inheriting one of the biggest blessings and joys of my life being related to Y/N…” Winnie continued rambling on for a little while before beginning to tell a story she wanted to share. “If you know Y/N, and I’m assuming you all do, she’s the bride.” She joked and you shook your head. “ Y/N is fairly synonymous with her best friend Lauren. They traveled a lot together and I’m not sure they every really knew where they were, I could frankly never keep up but what I did begin to notice was that a few years ago when Y/N was in England, I saw that Lauren was in Spain, when Lauren was in Amsterdam, Y/N was in England, and then oddly enough when Lauren was in Paris… Y/N was still in England. To pull them apart, it had to be something good and to be fair, I think it was.” She looked at you with a cheeky grin as you hid behind your hands embarrassed. “I just wish you had told me what was keeping you in England earlier. So in retaliation for keeping your relationship so secretive in the beginning I’m going to embarrass you but it’s my job and you should’ve known this would come up at some point, sorry.” She giggled, raising her glass to you. You shook your head with a shy grin waiting apprehensively for her to say whatever it was going to be for her to embarrass you. “I remember my jaw just about dropping through the floor into the apartment below mine when Y/N finally admitted she was seeing someone and that was why she was still in England. I figured as much but it’d be fair to say it definitely wasn’t what I was expecting. I once received a text from Y/N when she and my dad had gone to Liverpool for a match a few years prior. She sent me a cheeky picture of the man next to her right now… Yes, I have it here.” Winnie spoke and held up her phone. “Thank you, Apple for saving this as well as unearthing a lot of my embarrassing drunk texts sent in the process but I will read Y/N’s text aloud for you all. ‘I am obsessed with this boy's face.’ She sent me his instagram beneath the text to which I responded ‘wow, are you with him?’” Winnie gestured to you. “Y/N was quick to reply ‘Are you..’ Please close Teddy girl’s ears, your mum curses in the next sentence. ‘Are you fucking insane? Did you look at his instagram he plays for the club. No I’m not with him! I’d have nothing to say!!!’ Well I think you were wrong because evidently you have had plenty to say. She then sent me a photo of Trent on the pitch, just doing his job, unaware his eventual wife was in the stadium. I will skip a more crude text she had also sent.” Winnie laughed and you mouthed an ‘oh my god’ tucking your face in Trent’s neck.

“T, if you want to read, I will show you. Mum, dad, Alexander-Arnold family, I will spare you from it but moving on… I, the smart girl that I am said ‘wow, maybe you’ll get married, get dad season tickets.’ Joking of course, but coming away with the relationship you and Trent have built and the love you share is much more lucrative and valuable than any match ticket, although I know dad has been thrilled with your choice of person to fall for. To be honest, as a younger sister it was hard for me to wrap my head around Y/N moving to a new country selfishly. I had eventually met Trent a little further into the relationship and he was everything and more. T, truly you are one of my favorite people in the world, we always have a good time, you’re a terrible loser, but the best man for Y/N and an amazing father as well.I really couldn’t build a more ideal man for Y/N and I know she agrees with me. Something I know about Y/N is that she isn’t one for the spotlight but it seems to find her, I mean.. have you seen her? Regardless, I was hesitant about the whole relationship. I was scared of the lifestyle, I was scared that she’d be overlooked and under-appreciated I won't lie but there was a turning point for me that I just wanted to share quickly. Trent was visiting our house here and I heard them in the kitchen late one night. As the younger sibling I had a responsibility to eavesdrop so I listened to Trent call her an angel and I felt like he, someone, finally really understood just how amazing she is. Trent, thank you for taking care of my sister and of course my cutie niece. She is an angel and all I ask in this marriage is that you never forget or never take for granted what an angel she is.” You weren’t able to hold in your tears back anymore. Hearing Winnie begin to sniffle between her words tipped you over the edge. You kissed Teddy’s head trying not to just entirely burst into a fit. Winnie carried on a little longer with a few more jokes and well wishes. You had cut a simple sheet cake that just had the same ‘Till Death Do Us Part’ again written atop it. Your mum hated it and you adored it. The night carried on and you had the best time of your life and you were adamant about staying in the moment but you were simultaneously eager for the night to be over so you could go home with Trent, it had been far too long. You enjoyed the night partying with family and friends, Winnie was glued to Jadon, Lauren to Jude and while you were dying to hear about it all you’d have to settle to ask about them another day. As the night dwindled down you had one thing in your mind and one thing only. Your mum had taken Teddy and you were left with Trent giggling your way through the door of your room.

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Chapter 29 - Another Fall Baby | ‘Ours’

word count - 11.8 k

Another day, another morning filled with Teddy’s giggles echoing in your kitchen. Trent was chasing her around the island counter as you tried to dodge them, multitasking making Trent’s protein shake and Teddys pancakes for their respective breakfasts. This was their thing lately. Teddy liked to think she was going at the same speed in your kitchen that she was watching Trent run on the pitch during his matches every weekend. She assumed he was trying just as hard with her. She assumed she was just as fast as him. Trent wasn’t going to tell her otherwise. It was fun and he wanted her to believe she was that fast, he wasn’t going to be the one to burst her bubble. He was off to training after you all would eat. You had your first appointment for your pregnancy with your doctor in a few short days. Today you planned on taking it easy and doing everything you could to avoid the anxiety you were feeling about that appointment. When the game of tag was finished and breakfasts were done you sat Teddy at the table to eat, getting her situated. Trent opted to stand at the countertop with you resting his chin onto your shoulder, one hand holding his shake, the other placed delicately over your stomach.

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‘OURS - The Epilogue'

Summary: A conclusion to what has happened in the ‘You’re Mine’ sequel 'Ours'

Index: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI - if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please like, comment, or message what you think of the series. 🐑 🤍

The is the official end. I cannot express how much I've loved writing this series. I hope you all have enjoyed it just the same.

Part 3 - 'Four'

word count - 10.3 k

“Not going to lie it’s a little funny you went from Trent pulling on your clothes to get to your tits only to have his carbon copy trying to do the same.” Winnie teased looking at Theo doing anything to be closer to his mummy. She gave you a playful grin and a nudge.

As the final whistle blew and the match ended, the stadium erupted into cheers. You moved down to the pitch side caving to Teddy and Theo’s pleas, your heart racing with a bit of anxiety being so pregnant and being so close to a focal point. Theo was by your side, his little hand in yours, bouncing on his toes as he craned his neck, searching for his daddy among the players on the field. Teddy in Winnie’s arms. Trent, ever amazing and appreciative to play for his club, walked the circumference of the field, applauding the crowd in gratitude for their unwavering support. As he made his way toward your side of the pitch, you could see the familiar glint in his eyes, the smile that was reserved just for you. His jersey was drenched from the rain and sweat, clinging to his body, but he didn't seem to care. With a swift motion, he pulled it off over his head, revealing his toned physique, much to the delight of the surrounding fans who screamed in delirium, eager for a chance to get their favorite player's kit. Frankly, much to the delight of you as well, it was sexy. Trent caught your eye and beckoned you over with a playful wag of his fingers, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. Your cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and amusement, and you instinctively covered your face with your hands childishly just the way he loved from the moment you had done it the first time back in New York on your first date. His grin widened at your reaction, and he winked at you, clearly enjoying the little game. As he got closer, he leaned over a barricade, jersey in hand, offering it to you with a teasing look. You shook your head, half-laughing, half-mortified. The crowd around you buzzed with excitement, all eyes on your family. Trent pretended to pout, then turned as if to walk away, his back to you, but you knew him too well. With a laugh, he spun back around, closing the distance in two quick strides. Before you could react, Trent reached over the barricade, his strong hands gently cupping your face. He pulled you in, pressing his lips to yours in a tender but passionate kiss. The crowd around you erupted into cheers and whistles but the only thing you were focused on was him. The world seemed to melt away for that brief, beautiful moment. You felt your face warm up. Trent pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his thumb brushing softly across your cheek.

“Di, I’m so excited for this little boy, but I have to admit, I’m a bit nervous. Raising Teddy has been so wonderful, but having a boy... it’s just different, you know? I want him to be just like Trent. I want to do everything right.” You sheepishly said, glancing at your belly. You were midway through your pregnancy with Theo at the time. Dianne reached out, placing a comforting hand on yours. Her eyes were filled with warmth and understanding, and she gave a reassuring smile that instantly made you feel at ease. “Oh, sweetheart, I understand. But remember, you’re already a wonderful mother. And raising a boy isn’t all that different from raising a girl. They need the same love, patience, and guidance. You just have to be there for them, support them, and let them be who they are. The rest will come naturally.” She paused, reflecting on her own experiences with a soft smile. “When I had Trent, I didn’t have all the answers either. I learned as I went, just like you will. And look at him now. You’ll do just fine. You already have so much love in your heart, and that’s the most important thing. Your son will see that. He’ll feel that.” You listened intently, hanging onto every word she said. What she shared was invaluable, not just because of her experience but because of the love and care with which she spoke. It was clear how much she adored her sons, and you could see in her eyes the pride she had in the men they had become. “I just want him to grow up with all the wonderful qualities Trent has. He’s such a good man because of you, Di. I want our son to be like that, too.” You smiled softly, starting to feel slightly more reassured. Dianne’s smile deepened, her eyes misting slightly with emotion. “He will be, because he’ll have you and Trent as parents. You two are doing a wonderful job with Teddy, and I know you’ll do just as wonderfully with your son. And, I’m always here for you, whenever you need me. We’re in this together, my dear.” Diane cooed with emotion. The two of you sat there for the rest of the day, talking about everything from parenting tips to funny stories about Trent and his brothers growing up. As you listened to her stories and advice, you felt your anxieties melt away, replaced by a newfound confidence and excitement. You knew that with Dianne’s guidance and Trent’s love, you were ready to welcome your baby boy into the world. And most importantly, you knew that your son would be loved, cherished, and raised in a home filled with warmth and kindness—just like Trent had been.

Somehow as time passed Teddy managed to get more and more gorgeous, she was everything you wanted her to be. Unapologetically beautiful, confident and yet reverential and humble. Theo had begun properly playing football still adamant to be like his daddy, Tyde following suit wanting to be just like his big brother and daddy he adored although he was a little too tiny to always manage keeping up. And a quick ten months after your Tyde arrived, the youngest of your cherubic babies joined you, Tate Rowe Alexander-Arnold. All three of your boys more of a carbon copy of Trent than the next. As they grew you loved getting to learn and admire their developing and individualized personalities derived from you and their look alike. All your boys adored Teddy, although they just as equally drove her nuts. Winnie and George ended up moving to London together maintaining the healthy and loving relationship you’d pray she’d find. Lauren had found herself nomadic, splitting time between New York and Europe... predominately that one city in Spain, you know the one where The Bernabeu was. Marcel and Gracie stayed together despite Teddy’s pleas but she eventually grew to love her. Teddy finally succumbed to having to share her Celly. Gracie helped you a lot with your kids and would often spend time with you and Teddy. You’d tease and tell her you hoped she would be the next Alexander-Arnold girl., Teddy concurring. In the midst of it all, Trent won a few trophies and suffered a few losses. He was still amazing at football, and an even better husband. Your relationship was strong and solid whilst maintaining its fun and sexiness. Since having your four kids, Dianne was around a lot and you not only really appreciated it, you loved it. And so, one evening, as the sun set and cast a warm golden glow through the kitchen window, you and Dianne sat together, watching the kids play in the garden. Teddy was almost six now which you refused to believe because she’d be your little Teddy bear her whole life, you wouldn’t have it any other way, Theo had just turned four, Tyde now two, and your baby Tate only one. Theo was running around with Teddy in the garden, their laughter ringing through the air. Trent stood outside with them, Tyde wrapped around his leg, while your Tate, watched from your lap with wide eyes full of wonder. The sight of your children—each as gorgeous as Trent—filled your heart with overwhelming love. Dianne, sitting beside you, had a soft smile on her face as she observed her grandchildren. There was a certain tenderness in her eyes, a mixture of nostalgia and deep affection. She reached over, gently placing her hand over yours.

After Tate’s birth, you experienced a transformation in more ways than one. While the early years of motherhood had been filled with sleepless nights, endless diaper changes, and the beautiful chaos of raising a young family, they had also brought a new sense of purpose and grounding. With each child, your focus on keeping them healthy and fostering a positive environment had grown stronger, especially around issues of self-esteem and body image. In the past, your struggles often felt like they were fought in silence and darkness. The fashion industry, with its high standards and constant scrutiny, had only amplified those feelings and it made you retreat from work entirely. This not only shook your career, it shook your relationships but you vowed to Trent you would keep trying to get better. You had once found yourself caught in a vicious cycle of trying to meet an impossible ideal, where the reflection in the mirror never quite matched up to the image in your mind. The pressures of the industry, coupled with your own internal struggles, made it difficult to maintain a healthy relationship with your body. But motherhood had shifted your perspective in profound ways. With the later two pregnancies, you learned to, you wouldn’t go as far as to say marvel at what your body could do—the strength, resilience, and grace it took to bring life into the world, but you were proud of it. You began to see your body not as something to be judged but as something to be celebrated. And more importantly, you realized the impact of your own self-perception on your children. You wanted them to grow up in a home where health and happiness were prioritized over unrealistic ideals, where they could see their parents taking good care of themselves. Returning to work in fashion after your fourth was a decision that came with a newfound sense of empowerment. You had never felt healthier, both physically and mentally. You committed yourself to a lifestyle that supported your well-being—nourishing your body with balanced meals, staying active in ways that brought you joy, and most importantly, practicing self-love and acceptance. This time, you weren't returning to the industry to fit in or conform but to bring your authentic self to the table. Your children had become a massive source of inspiration for this new chapter. You were determined to create a household where food was seen as fuel and joy, not a source of guilt or shame. Conversations about bodies were approached with kindness and celebration. Every day, you made a conscious effort to teach them the value of strength, kindness, and self-love. You wanted them to understand that their worth was not tied to their appearance, and that health was about feeling good from the inside out.

Your home was still the lively, happy place it had always been, filled with the sound of laughter, playful arguments, and the constant patter of little feet. Nestled amidst rolling green hills and ancient oak trees, your home stood grand and stately, its stone façade reminiscent of a classic English manor. Tall windows lined the exterior, allowing the sunlight to flood every room with a gentle, natural light that brightened even the rainiest days. Inside, was a perfect mix of modern elegance and timeless charm. You had carefully redesigned the interior to suit your growing family’s needs while keeping a minimalist aesthetic that felt clean and serene. Soft tones of cream, taupe, and blush flowed throughout the house, creating a calming ambiance, while subtle textures added depth and interest to every corner. Luxurious touches like plush velvet sofas, cashmere throws, and silk curtains complemented more rustic elements like reclaimed wood beams and exposed brick, crafting a space that was both sophisticated and inviting. The kitchen, once immaculate and pristine, was now the heart of your bustling home. The long, sleek countertops and modern appliances gleamed under the soft glow of pendant lights. Your large dining table sat in the room, its surface covered in a delightful mess of colorful plates, half-eaten breakfasts, and spilled juice. The kitchen was filled with the sounds of laughter, the chatter of your children, and the clatter of silverware. It was a space where memories were made, where every meal was a celebration, and where the love you shared as a family was most palpable. Despite its grandeur, the house always felt warm and lived-in, filled with the love and joy of your growing family. Each room was a canvas for your life together — the cozy reading nook by the window where you would curl up with a book and one of the kids, the sprawling cinema with its oversized couches where you all gathered for movie nights, and the sun-drenched conservatory you added on that served as a playroom, filled with toys and laughter.Throughout the house, the minimalist design allowed for a sense of calm, even amidst the beautiful chaos of four young kids. Soft, tactile materials like linen and wool were used generously, inviting everyone to touch, play, and relax. The open-plan layout flowed seamlessly from room to room, making the large space feel intimate and connected. Most importantly, your home was filled with love. The walls echoed with giggles, footsteps, and the gentle hum of daily life. It was a place where every corner held a story, every room a memory, and every day brought new moments of joy. It was a sanctuary that reflected the life you and Trent had built together — beautiful, comfortable, and overflowing with the warmth of a family deeply in love.

It was a perfect afternoon as the sun cast a warm golden hue over the back garden. The vast green expanse was partitioned by the turf field off in the back corner. The pitch was dotted with the joyful chaos of Trent playing football with your four children. The garden, framed by the lush trees, felt like a private paradise, a serene retreat from the world. Teddy was fiercely determined, her face set with concentration as she tried to impress her father with her budding skills. She darted around with a mixture of grace and clumsiness, her pigtails flying behind her as she kicked the ball with all her might. She had Trent’s focus, his intensity, trying to mimic his moves to the best of her ability. Theo and a natural at the game, showed genuine talent. His movements were more fluid, less forced, as if he had inherited Trent’s football instincts. He dribbled the ball with ease, his small legs moving quickly, a bright smile on his face each time he succeeded in keeping the ball away from his siblings. His laughter filled the garden, light and carefree, his excitement palpable in every stride. Tyde was determined to copy his dad. He chased after the ball with an adorable tenacity, often stumbling but always getting back up with a grin. He looked up to Trent with wide, adoring eyes, mimicking his every move, his little legs pumping as hard as they could to keep up. And then there was baby Tate, his chubby legs wobbly as he tried to walk more than run. He was mostly focused on staying upright, but every so often, he’d break into a determined toddle toward the cluster of his siblings, eager to be part of the fun. Every few steps, he’d pause to catch his balance, giggling with delight each time he managed a few extra steps before toppling over. From your spot on the patio, you leaned back on the back of a chair, camera in hand, capturing every moment. The joy on their faces, the way Trent’s eyes lit up when he saw you, the golden afternoon light casting everything in a warm, soft glow — it was all too perfect not to document. You felt your heart swell with love as you watched them, your camera clicking softly.