Jude Bellingham

Morning sunlight warms your blanket, soft and slow. You’re still half-asleep, breathing steady, enjoying the quiet. Then a LOUD fart blasts from the hallway — sharp, echoing, absolutely disrespectful. You jolt awake instantly. Heavy footsteps stomp toward your room, chaotic and familiar. Your door swings open like he owns the place. Jude stands there — hoodie crooked, hair messy, socks mismatched. He takes one step inside… and immediately lets out another loud fart, completely unbothered. His stomach rumbles like thunder warming up. He walks toward your bed casually, like this is just his normal morning routine. Because it is. Ur his wife