"We can do this together" |Ben Chilwell|

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The next day, I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. When I checked my phone, I saw that my foster mom was calling me.

"Hey, Mum, what's up?" I asked, still half asleep. "Hey, Valentine, I just wanted to know how your holiday was and when you'll visit us again," she said. My adoptive family lives in Leicester, and I don't visit them as often due to a busy schedule.

"It was great, had a lot of fun. I'm not sure when I'll come over; I've got quite a bit on my plate right now," I replied. I need to tell them about the pregnancy, but I'm not ready yet. I have to accept it myself and introduce them to Ben first, I thought to myself.

"Okay, we pretty much have time every day. Your dad's birthday is coming up, maybe you could visit then," she suggested. "True, I'll definitely come for that, and maybe even sooner," I said, adding a touch of anticipation to the conversation.

We chatted for a while. I noticed that I was feeling better today than in the last few days and that I wasn't as unwell. Last night, Ben messaged Harry Kane about the midwife, but he hasn't replied yet. Just before 12 o'clock, I decided to take a stroll through St. James's Park and have some time to myself. I left my phone at home and walked to the underground.

I was out for over an hour before returning home. When I picked up my phone, I had three missed calls from James, five from Kennedy, and eight from Ben. I called Ben back, and he answered immediately. "Valentine?" he asked right away. "Yeah, why did you guys call so many times?" "You didn't respond, we were worried. Where were you?" he said, concerned. "Just out for a walk, left my phone at home." "Okay. We were planning to grab a meal together today—James, Kennedy, you, and me. Are you up for it?" he asked. "Hmm, I'm not sure." "Oh, come on, it'll be fun," he said, sparking a moment of contemplation before I decided to join. "Okay, and when?" I asked. "Around 6:30 pm, I'll pick you up," he said. We talked briefly on the phone before hanging up.

The clock struck 5 pm, and I found myself engrossed in the captivating narratives that Netflix had to offer, weaving tales that captured my imagination. With the day transitioning into the evening, I decided it was time to shift gears and prepare for the upcoming night out.

Delving into my wardrobe, I carefully curated an outfit for the occasion. Opting for a pair of light blue jeans paired with a stylish long-sleeve top in a soothing beige hue, I aimed for an ensemble that struck a balance between comfort and elegance. As I changed into my chosen attire, I took a moment to appreciate the subtle interplay of colors and textures that composed my outfit.

With the wardrobe decision finalized, I turned my attention to refreshing my makeup, a ritual that transformed the canvas of my face. My focus centered on enhancing my features with a deft touch—renewing my lashes and applying a hint of color to my lips. The mirror reflected a polished yet natural look, a testament to the artistry of a well-executed makeup routine.

Having completed the aesthetic preparations, my hair beckoned for attention. Inspired by the current trend, I decided on a sleek bun, a hairstyle that exuded sophistication while exuding an air of effortlessness. Each strand fell into place, and with a final adjustment, my hair was elegantly secured.

By the time these personal rituals concluded, the clock displayed 6 pm, and that marked the precise moment when the doorbell echoed through the house, signaling Ben's arrival. Descending the staircase with a sense of anticipation, I swung open the door to be met with Ben's amiable smile. "Hey, how are you?" he inquired, his warm tone setting the tone for the evening. "Good, and you?" I responded, eager to share a moment of camaraderie before our night unfolded.

As we exchanged pleasantries, Ben mentioned a thirst that needed quenching, prompting a detour to the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink?" I inquired, extending the hospitality of my home. Opting for simplicity, he requested a glass of water, a refreshment that seamlessly integrated into our prelude to the evening.

With a leisurely sip of water, we made our way to Ben's car, a vehicle poised for an excursion into the city's culinary offerings. Seated comfortably, the engine hummed to life, and the journey commenced towards our chosen destination—an Asian restaurant.

Nestled in the car, a brief silence enveloped us, prompting me to break it with a question that hovered in the air, "Where are we dining tonight?" Ben's response unfolded the plan, "Asian. I hope you enjoy that." Infused with genuine enthusiasm, I affirmed, "Yes, I love Asian cuisine." The anticipation of a delightful evening lingered in the air as the wheels turned, propelling us towards a gastronomic adventure in the heart of the city.

As our journey continued, navigating the twists and turns of the roads, a sense of excitement permeated the air, escalating with each passing minute until, at last, we found ourselves in the sprawling parking lot of the restaurant. Standing sentinel were Kennedy and James, punctual and wearing the eager anticipation of our arrival on their faces. Stepping out of the car, we made a beeline towards them. Their radiant smiles welcomed us, and in the spirit of camaraderie, warm embraces were exchanged. "Hey, how are you?" Kennedy queried, enveloping me in a hug that exuded familiarity and friendship. "Good, and you?" I reciprocated, seeking not just a response but a shared moment of connection. A simple "good" was her reply, followed by an embrace from James, completing the circle of greetings.

With pleasantries exchanged, we crossed the threshold into the restaurant, where a poised waitress acknowledged our party with a nod of hospitality. "Hello, we have a table reserved under the name Chilwell," Ben announced, and the attentive woman responded with a gesture guiding us to a table bathed in the soft glow of ambient light, strategically positioned by the window. Seating arrangements were orchestrated – Kennedy beside me, Ben flanking James – and as we settled, our eyes eagerly scanned the menu, anticipation of the impending feast evident in the animated discussions.

"Do you have an inkling of what you're going to indulge in tonight?" James prompted, sparking a delightful exploration of our culinary inclinations. Ben, decisive in his choices, proclaimed, "I'll embark on the gastronomic journey with the number 63 and xiao long bao infused with the succulence of beef." Meanwhile, I joined in, "I, too, shall savor the xiao long bao, but with a delectable combination of beef and chicken." Laughter rippled through our group as James and Kennedy, almost in harmonic unison, declared, "I'll partake in the culinary experience with the 82." A symphony of shared amusement reverberated, solidifying the bond of our shared evening.

With choices made and laughter lingering in the air, we beckoned the attentive waitress to take note of our gastronomic desires, eagerly anticipating the culinary delights that awaited us. The ambiance echoed with a harmonious blend of laughter, the gentle clinking of cutlery, and the fragrant promises of a memorable dining experience in the company of cherished friends.

Author's note
Sorry that i didn't post some thing was busy.

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