I felt excitement coursing through me as the Bobby scored the 7th goal for us reds and now we were up 7-0 to United.
I figured this would be perfect if I told him now.
I've know I was pregnant since around a week ago but I found it hard to find the right time to tell him but now, I think is the perfect time.
He'll probably be home in around 2 hours so I brung out the box that I was planning to put the positive test in and I had also brought a small Liverpool baby grow with 'daddy' and '66' embroidered on the back. I placed that all in the box and then put red tissue paper over it.
I put the box on the kitchen table and then I went back to the living room and spent the last hour or so waiting for him to arrive.
To be completely honest, the time went really fast that when I hear his car in the driveway I had to check the time because I thought he'd definitely be a lot longer because he'd probably stay back to celebrate this huge win with the boys.
I spring up of the couch and quickly walk over the the kitchen.
I casually try to sit on the stool as the front door opens and I hear his footsteps go into the living room where the tv was still on. 'Fuck I forgot to turn the tv off' I muttered under my breath.
"Y/n! Are you home!?" He yells leaving the living room.
"I'm here,"
He soon walks into the kitchen and he just runs over and hugs me.
"Babe we won 7 nil. 7 NIL!" He beams ear to ear.
I've honestly never seen him this happy in a while.
"I know baby I was watching," I said playing with his dreadlock strands.
He soon notices the box on the table. "What's this?" He questions looking back at me.
"Right, because of your little win today-" I'm cut off before I can continue.
"Big, very big win!" He emphasised.
"Ok yes your big win," I correct myself. "I thought it'd be nice to have a little present as a well done," I tell him. "Right do you have three guesses if you don't guess within the three, you can't have it." As I say this his face drops.
He leans on the counter and looks down at the box. "Is it jewellery?" He probed waiting for my response.
"Nope," I shake my head.
"It's not jewellery?" He questions again.
"No Trent,"
"Passport cover?" He chuckles.
"Ok your taking the piss now," I laugh.
"How am I gonna guess this, there's like a million possible things it could be." His scouser accent becomes thick in frustration. "Gimmie a category," he suggests.
"Ok....I don't know!" I sigh knowing the category will make it obvious.
"You know what, here just open it," I hand him the box smiling unable to wait any longer.
He takes the box, opens the lid and begins fish through the tissue paper. He stops and pulls out the little baby grow.
"Why have you got this y/n?" He questioned.
"Are you thick, look in the box!" I laugh.
He looks down and notices the test putting it all together.
He begins to laugh looking back up at me in disbelief.
"Your lying!" He froze in shock.
I begin to feel my eyes tear up as he buried his head in the baby grow.
"I was gonna tell you earlier but I just figured I'd wait till the exact perfect time." I tell him and he comes round to hug me.
"How did you keep it that quiet, I would of gone crazy," He jokes.
"You we're literally the only person that didn't know," I told him.
"Wait so even my mum knows?" He asks.
"Yep and your brothers," I tell him.
"Surprised they kept it from me," He chuckles.
"I love you," I hug him again.
"Love you too baby," he rested his chin on my head.
"This is officially the best day of my life," he whispered in my ear.
