Liam’s POV“Emma, can I come in?” I asked her as I knocked on her bedroom door. “What do you want, Liam?” she asked through the door. “I’ve had a long day and I just want to go to bed. We can talk tomorrow,” she said. “Please, Emma,” I said, softly. “I want to get this off my chest now. Please,” I pleaded.She heard her let out a deep sigh followed by the sound of the door being unlocked. “What do you want, Liam? It’s past midnight. You realize that, right?” she said with an annoyed expression on her face. “I know, and I’m sorry, but I’ve got to say this tonight and I won’t take your time. Please”. “What is it?” she asked, leaning against the door with her arms folded across her chest.“Can we go inside and talk?” I asked. “Is there a problem with out here? You did say you were not going to take my time”. “Please, Emma,” I said with a more frustrated tone. “Please”.“Fine,” she rolled her eyes. “Come in,” she said, then opened the door wider. “Thank you,” I sighed as I walked i
Emma’s POV“Good morning my lovely friends,” I greeted Sammy and Ryan as I sat down at the table with them. It was about 9 a.m., so we were at the hotel’s restaurant to get breakfast. “How’d you sleep?” I asked them. “Good,” Sammy answered, looking at me weirdly. “Yeah, I’m just going to ask what we’re both thinking. Why the hell are you so chipper this early in the morning?” Ryan asked as he took a sip of his water. “I don’t know,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I’m just happy I guess”. “And why is that?” he asked with a brow raised.“Who knows,” I replied. “Mhm, right. As if we don’t know you’re all giddy because of that little boy toy of yours,” Ryan said. “Shut up,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Don’t call him that. Sammy,” I turned to Sammy and pointed at Ryan. “Warn your man”.“Please don’t drag me into you twos spat,” she said with her hands joined together. “I’m not interested in none of this today”. “Whatever,” I said, then clasped my hands together. “So, my birthday t
Emma’s POV“So, D-Day is tomorrow. Are you excited?” Tony asked me after taking a sip of his coffee. After I woke up from my nap, I was bored, so I decided to text Tony to see if he wanted to hang out or something. Sure enough, he was up for it, so he suggested we go to this little café his mum had told him about a while ago. It was currently 4:24 p.m., so we had been here for a little over an hour or so. “Am I excited? Hmm. I wouldn’t say I’m not, but then again, I wouldn’t exactly say I am either. I’m turning twenty-five tomorrow and, based on the plan I had for myself, I should’ve been en route to getting married to the love of my life, living in my own house, and working at an amazing job. Right now, the only one of those I’ve managed to achieve is the great job part. I mean, yeah, where I’m working at right now really only came about based on my affiliation with Liam’s family, but still, it’s just not generally where I saw my life being at twenty-five. I’m not complaining or a
Emma’s POV“Happy birthday, my sweet girl,” my mum said to me over the phone. “Happy birthday, Emma bear,” my dad chirped up from beside her. “My little girl is twenty-five. Wow. You’ve grown up so fast, my love. Happy birthday. I wish you all the best in life,” he said with a huge grin on his face. Greece is about ten hours in time difference ahead of California, so my parents monitored the time and FaceTimed me once it clocked midnight over here in Mykonos. “Right? My baby girl is all grown up,” my mum said with teary eyes. “I remember when you used to run around in your diapers, avoiding wearing clothes, and now look at you. You’re done with your masters, gotten a great job, and made a good living for yourself. I’m super proud of you, sweetheart. Now and always”. “Thanks, mum,” I said, sniffling. “Thanks, dad. I love you guys”.“We love you too,” they said at the same time. “So what’s the plan for the day” my dad asked. “Anything exciting?”“Honestly, I have no idea. Sammy’s h
Emma’s POV“Happy birthday, tiny,” Ryan said to me as he hugged me. “Twenty-five years old. Wow. The young really shall grow,” he laughed. “Oh, please,” I rolled my eyes playfully as I hugged him back. “Thanks, Ryan”. “You’re welcome,” he said, placing a kiss on my head and letting me go. “This is for you. It’s custom-made,” he said, stretching out a big bag towards me. “Oh wow. I thought this trip was my gift, Ryan. You really shouldn’t have,” I said as I took the bag from him. Damn, it was heavy. “Oh, please,” he scoffed. You really thought this was going to be it? Wow. You really don’t know me, Emma,” he shook his head, feigning a disappointed look. “Go ahead open it,” he smiled, jerking his head toward the bag. “Okay, okay,” I said excitedly, then went on to unbox the contents of the bag. After taking out the decorative paper that was inside, I came face to face with a Hermes box and a Louis Vuitton box. Inside the Hermes box was this beautiful gold bracelet that had the wor
Emma’s POV“Spa date!” Sammy shrieked in a sing-song as she came up to meet me where I was sitting in the hotel lobby. “Hi, girly”. “Hey,” I laughed while looking at her weirdly. “How’s it that you’re way more excited about this birthday than I am. I mean with the way you’ve been so jolly all morning, one would actually think today’s your birthday and not mine”. “First of all, I’d like to think that as your best friend in the whole world, today is actually both our birthdays. Aside from that, you’re the one who’s choosing to act all grumpy because Liam hasn’t wished you a happy birthday yet, so that’s really on you,” she said. “You really didn’t have to bring up his name, you know. Like was that even necessary?” I asked her, rolling my eyes. “Besides, I actually don’t care that he hasn’t spoken to me yet. It’s his business, not mine,” I grumbled, folding my arms across my chest. “Mhm right. So if I told you I knew why he hasn't left his room all morning you wouldn’t want to know?”
Emma’s POVAbout an hour and thirty minutes into the spa session, Sammy and I had gotten mud baths, gotten waxed, had hot coal treatments, did some weird seaweed wrap, and done our manicures. Right now, we are getting our toes done while sipping on champagne. “Are you enjoying your day so far?” Sammy asked me as she took a sip of her drink. “Yeah, it’s alright,” I shrugged my shoulders. “Just alright? Seriously?” she put her drink down. “Well that’s disappointing,” she said with a sad face. “I thought starting the day with a spa date would get you in the groove. I guess I thought wrong”. “Oh no no no. That’s not at all how I meant it to come out, Sammy,” I said, sitting up. “I appreciate your planning and everything, it’s just that I’ve not been so amped up about today since last night. I mean you know how I usually get around my birthday period, don’t you? Throughout the year, I’m usually pumped up for it, then at the last few weeks leading up to the actual day, I’m not as inter
Emma’s POV“I’m really glad you’re here, Tony. Thanks for coming,” I smiled as I looked at him. “Thanks again for the gift”. “You’re welcome,” he smiled back. Tony got me a light brown Birkin bag. A freaking Birkin! What I really wanted to know was how he was able to get by a Birkin so quickly, but who am I to question a gift?“So what’s your plan for the year?” Tony asked. “What do you mean?” I asked him with furrowed brows. “Like in this year of you being twenty-five, what do you want to do or achieve? What do you want to do that you haven’t done up until now?” he asked, clarifying his question. Hm. That’s a good question. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. It’s just, that question is something my mum has made a habit of asking my siblings and me whenever we celebrate a birthday. She asks what we hope to achieve in the new year of our lives and tries to see if there’s anything she or my dad or both of them can do to help make it happen. It’s somethin
Emma’s POVAfter close to forty-three hours of labour, my baby was finally here. “I was told you were unaware of what the baby’s gender was before now, so it’s my pleasure to tell you that you’ve just delivered a beautiful baby girl,” the doctors said to me, her voice overlapping my baby’s cries, as she handed me my child. “Hi, there,” I cooed, poking her nose a bit as I looked back up to the doctor with a smile on my face. “Thank you, Dr. Bailey,” I said to her. “You’re most welcome, dear,” she smiled back. “Alright, I’ve got to go now. The nurses will help get you cleaned up, then I’ll see you again in a few hours, okay?”“Okay, I nodded. Please can you help call in Liam on your way out?”“Of course. Take care now,” she said and walked out of the room. “Baby!” Liam said as he rushed into the room, pausing when he saw our daughter in my arms. “She’s beautiful,” he breathed. “Yeah, she is,” I smiled at her. “Shame on you for not being in here for the birth,” I smacked his hand.
Liam’s POVIt has been nearly nine months of Emma’s pregnancy and God knows that these past two months of it have been hell. Not just for her, but for me as well. Unlike at the start of her pregnancy, over the past two months have been when Emma has been experiencing terrible morning sickness and all the pains that come with being pregnant. For some reason, the first six months were a breeze for her. She barely showed, she barely felt pain, and she was rarely sick. Now though, where do I even start?At about four months in, her bump began to appear and with how well-rounded it looked, there was no way we could lie and say she was merely gaining weight. So, Emma and I decided it was finally time to expand the number of people who knew about the pregnancy from Ryan and Sammy to her parents, my mother, and all our friends and colleagues who cared to know. As expected, both our parents were ecstatic about the pregnancy; my mother was more than her parents, of course. Considering I am all
Liam’s POVIt had been days – nearly a week actually – since Emma and I had held a proper conversation with each other. To be specific, following that little bicker we had during our last hospital visit which lasted until we got home later that day, she and I had yet to talk to each other. We were taking this thing so far between ourselves such that she hadn’t slept in my room since that evening, and we hadn’t shared a meal since then either. What was funny was that appointment of hers was last Saturday. It was currently Thursday morning and I had only gone to work one day this week, and she has not at all, meaning that we were spending much more time in the house at the same times during the day, but we just weren’t spending them together. If I was upstairs, even though it was in my room, Emma would be downstairs. Then, if I was downstairs, she would be upstairs. Obviously, it was clear that she was behaving in this petty manner that she was, because she wanted me to give in first
Emma’s POV“What do you mean?” Liam asked me again, in a smaller tone this time. Honestly, my heart broke at how heartbroken he sounded by my words, but let’s be real, this marriage of ours isn’t an ideal one for anybody at all, and I do actually love him and want to be with him, so why not just come clean about exactly how I feel now?“Liam,” I took a deep breath and turned back around to face him, grabbing his hand in mine. “I love you and that much is real, but let’s be true to ourselves right now, this marriage isn’t real, and I need you to recognize that. Maybe it’s because I was the one who was forced into the marriage, so I recognize it all the time”. “And what makes you think that I wasn’t forced into this marriage too?” he asked, visibly upset now as he pulled his hand out of mine. “You think I wanted to have to settle down at the time that I did, let alone get married?”“Oh,” I responded in a low tone. “You really think that this marriage was on the top of my bucket list
Emma’s POV“And that right there is your baby’s bead,” my OBGYN said as she pointed out what looked like a small rock on the screen of the ultrasound machine. “Perfection,” Liam gushed. Yeah, that’s right, I told Liam everything. Three months ago, Liam and I had a lengthy talk about my being pregnant and what that meant for us. As expected, even though I had a lot of doubt in my mind, he was in full support of me, willing to ensure I was okay and that everything about the pregnancy went smoothly. If I’m being honest, I don’t think I’ve ever seen any man as excited to have a child as Liam was that night. Now, with about two ultrasounds out of the way, he and I are finally starting to see our baby take proper shape and, judging from his expression as he stared hard at the screen while the doctor spoke, I think it was safe to say that he was most definitely more excited than I was. If I’m being honest, it’s so crazy. Because this was a man who first presented himself to me as this st
Emma’s POV“Is this seriously something that you’re considering, Emma?” Sammy asked again as she let me out of her grasp. This time, her tone was filled with disappointment. “I can’t believe this”. “Are you seriously judging me right now, Sammy?” I asked in disbelief. “Yes I am,” she answered with a straight face. “If I wasn’t judging you right now, then I would be the worst friend, but that’s not me, Emma. I’ve known you for far too long to believe that getting rid of this pregnancy is something you really think is the right thing to do. Hell, I want to believe that you’ve known me for far too long to even think I’d support you wholeheartedly if you made a decision like this”. “Wow, Sammy,” I chuckled dryly. “You know what, Emma,” she hissed. “Keep up whatever act this is that you’re putting up for as long as you want, but deep down, you know that what I’m saying is the truth. This isn’t a pregnancy that came from a one-night stand that we’re talking about, Emma. This is somethi
Emma’s POV“Sweetie, are you okay?” Sammy asked me as she continuously ran her fingers through my hair while I lay down on the couch in her living room, my head on her lap, and my arms folded across my chest as I started staring blankly at the TV screen that was off. “Do you want to talk about this?” she asked again a few minutes later after not receiving a response from me following her first question. “I guess you don’t have to say anything right now,” she concluded a minute later, a deep sigh following her statement as she continued her repeated action of trying to calm me down with her fingers as they ran through my hair. While I felt bad about ignoring Sammy’s questions, I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I was too much in a state of shock, sadness, and overall worry to do so. From staring blankly at the TV, my vision eventually shifted back to the coffee table in front of me, though I had tried my best to ignore it, and act as though it wasn’t in the room with us, but I couldn’t
Emma’s POVAs we continued kissing, our lips glided so easily against each other. His lips were soft and wet; and his kisses were deep, long, passionate, and fiery. If I’m being honest, there wasn’t really any single adjective that I could pinpoint to use and describe our kiss at that moment, because this time just felt so much different. To be fair, sexual activities with Liam are usually always fiery and all, but this time, knowing how much emotion he had behind each passionate kiss he gave me, it was way different. “Come here,” he said, lifting me onto his lap in one swift motion. If anyone were to ask how that was possible, to go from lying flat on my back to straddling him in one move, I wouldn’t be able to explain it at all. “I want you,” I moaned into his mouth as our lips continued moving against each other. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” he chuckled, smiling, yet still not backing away from the kiss. A second after that, he stood, lifting me with him, but he hadn’t st
Emma's POVWell, it’s finally over. All the back and forth as regards the funeral ceremony of Mr. Samuel Henderson was finally over and all I can say is that it truly was a rollercoaster of serious emotions, both bad and good. Right now, Liam and I have just got back to our place and one would think we’re fine, but that’s not the case right now. When it was time for Liam to say ‘a few words,’ about his father, those few words weren’t exactly so few, and it was just so crazy because things started well and just spiraled into unexpected sayings. At first, he started by carefully picking his words so as not to say the wrong things, then all of a sudden, it was as though he got filled with this rage that he’d been suppressing and couldn’t hold back any longer. He started talking about the things his dad did to him when he was younger, like how he basically guilt-tripped Liam into becoming a lawyer just like him, how he and Maria didn’t make Liam necessarily feel loved even though Maria t