Emma’s POVI took a deep breath and then faced him.“Okay. Can you promise not to interrupt though? Not until I’m completely done talking and I ask you to speak. It’ll make things easier for me,” I said.“Fine,” he nodded. “No problem”.“Alright. So, here it goes. As you already observed, I may not be wearing my wedding ring right now,” I started and held my left hand to show my empty ring finger, then put it back down. “But that doesn’t dispute the fact that I’m married. His name’s Liam and he’s actually on this trip with Sammy, Ryan, and I”.“He’s here?!” Tony exclaimed.I sighed.“Please, Tony,” I pleaded.“Sorry,” he sighed. “Continue”.“Thanks. So as I was saying, yes, Liam is here on this trip with us. Remember I said this trip is basically only happening because of my birthday on Monday. Well, that’s exactly why Liam is here. I initially didn’t want him to come along, but Ryan convinced me to let him come. Now, the thing with Liam and I’s marriage is that it’s not the conventio
Liam’s POV“Hey, man,” I greeted Ryan as he let me into his room. “What’s up, dude?” he asked as he dabbed me up. “You’ve been in your room for the longest. I was beginning to think you had infused with the room or something”. I took a deep breath as I sat down on the couch next to his bed. “Today’s just been so hectic, man. Jumping from meeting to meeting on a fucking Saturday. As much as I love being a lawyer, some of my clients can be the biggest pricks. Like, how does it even make sense to draw up meetings on the damn weekend? They act like they own the world and if I don’t comply then I’ve got to face my father’s music,” I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. “I’m just tired, man”. “I feel you. Sorry about that. Tomorrow’s Sunday though, so I suggest you just shut yourself off from the work world. Disconnect. If anyone calls, don’t pick it up and let them know the next day that you were having trouble connecting. Simple,” Ryan suggested. “Yeah, I get that. That’s definite
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?”
Liam’s POVIt was currently Friday, meaning Emma has officially been back to work for a full week now. On the other hand, it also means that it had been six days of me asking her to remarry me and her telling me that she needed to think about it. I wasn’t about to pressure her more than she already was, so I tried to distract myself from it by immersing myself in work this weekend while at home with her. At the same time, I wanted her to also feel relaxed, so I sent Amelia away with my mother for the day to give Emma room to catch a breath this weekend. “Hey, are you up?” Emma’s voice spoke up from behind my bedroom door following a knock. I didn’t want to stress my voice by shouting a response, so I stood up from my desk and went over to the door. “Good morning,” I greeted her with a small smile as I opened my door. “How are you?” I asked, leaning on the door frame with my arms folded across my chest. “I’m good,” she nodded, unable to maintain eye contact with me. “You?”“I’m fin
Emma’s POVAfter hours of work that were mixed with hours of contemplation following me and Liam’s conversation from that morning, the work day was finally over, and it was time for me to go home. I knew that if I went home, I would have to confront the situation at hand between Liam and me, which I was not prepared to do, at least not before talking to Sammy first, and since I felt this was a conversation that I had to have with her face to face, I did the same thing of calling Liam ahead to let him know I’d be coming home late. “Hey,” his raspy, tired voice spoke up as he picked up the call. “How are you?”“I’m good, how are you?”“I’m okay”.“Are you sure,” I asked, worried. “You sound tired and stressed out. Are you still at the office?”“Yeah, I am. I’m tired, but I have a case I’m working on right now and want to try and make some progress with it before leaving here”. “Hm. Alright then. Just take it easy please”. “Yeah, I will,” he said. I could practically hear the smile i
Emma’s POVThroughout my drive to the office, all I could think about were Liam’s last words to me before he left the house. Considering how shocked I was by everything he had said, it goes without saying that I had no adequate response to give him at that moment. All I could muster at that point was, “I’ll think about it”. Shit. One thing for sure was that I know I definitely didn’t even say those words in a reassuring tone or anything, because the way his face fell once the words left my mouth was enough to let me know that he was disappointed. In my defense though, it was all too sudden. I felt cornered and just didn’t know what to do.“Emma! Hi!” my coworker, Dina, startled me out of my reverie as she knocked on my window. “Hey, Dina,” I rolled down my window and smiled at her. “You startled me”. “I’m sorry,” she laughed. “One of the janitors mentioned he saw you pull in a few minutes ago and, since you hadn’t come in yet, I decided to come down and check on you”. When she sa
Emma’s POVIt had been a bit over four months since I gave birth to Amelia, and it was finally time for me to go back to work. Normally, I should’ve resumed last month, but the management of the Fashion House asked me to stay back a while longer because they didn’t want to stress me out and all that. I definitely wasn’t going to argue with them, so I obliged, but I kept it down to a month extra because, truth be told, while I’ve been having the time of my life caring for my daughter, it’s been very exhausting and I need a break. I need to get some normalcy back in my life and the only way I can achieve that is by going back to work. Thankfully, today was finally the day. “Emma!” my mum’s voice called out to me from behind the front door after she had knocked. “Coming!” I responded, placing Amelia down on one of the chairs in the living room and rushing to open the door for my mum. “Hey, mum,” I hugged her. “Thanks for coming,” I said, stepping aside for her to walk in. “No need to
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