Emma’s POV“Good morning, Maria,” I greeted Liam’s mum as I hugged her. “Good morning, dear,” she greeted me back. “Come in, come in,” she ushered me into the house. “Thank you,” I said as we stepped into the foyer. “How are you?” she asked as she led me into the dining room. “It’s been a while since we last spoke”. “Yes, it has,” I breathed as we sat down at the dining table. “I’m fine, thank you for asking. How are you?” I asked as u managed to muster up a small smile. “I’m great,” she answered, looking at me skeptically as though she couldn’t decide whether to believe my lie of being fine or not. To be fair, I’m far from fine, but I’ve been trying my best to hide it from everyone, including my own best friend. I just don’t want people always asking me how I am and having to lie to them, so I’d rather just put on the best possible fake ‘I’m fine’ face I can pull together, so people won’t ask me the question as much. Right now, my face was practically working overtime with Mari
Emma’s POV“Hey, before you go, I wanted to ask, would Anna be at the party on Saturday?” I asked Liam as he walked down the stairs.“First of all, good morning to you too,” he said, snarkily.“Good morning, Liam,” I rolled my eyes. “Is Anna going to be there or not? I’m not bothered, I just need to know because your mum and I are finalizing the guest list tonight”.“In that case, she’s not going to be there,” he replied.I know I told him I wasn’t bothered, but that was obviously a lie. I would’ve for sure been bothered if she was going to be there, but he didn’t need to know that. I didn’t realize my chest was heavy when I asked him that question because his telling me that she wasn’t going to be there made my chest come back down so quickly. The relief was crazy.“Alright,” I said, then typed something down on my laptop that was open on my lap.“Today’s Wednesday, aren’t you supposed to be at work?” he asked, looking confused, then his expression switched to one of worry. “Are you
Emma’s POV“Liam,” I called out his name as I knocked softly on his bedroom door. “Is everything alright?” U asked.No response.“Liam,” I called out again.Still no response.“Leave me alone, Emma,” he grumbles. “I want to be left alone”.I know I shouldn’t be bothered. I know I should have left him alone. I know he doesn’t deserve my worry or compassion, but shit, I just don’t know how not to be bothered by things like that. I don’t know how not to worry about people I care about until I know they’re alright, regardless of whether that person has treated me right or not.God, I hate this quality of myself so much sometimes.Ignoring his words, I slowly opened the door and slipped in quietly.“Hey,” I said, softly.He was sitting down on his bed. He had his elbows resting on his lap and his head buried in his hands. He let out a heavy sigh and sniffled, almost as though he were crying.“Liam, are you alright?” I asked, still standing by the door. “What happened?”After a few minutes
Emma’s POV“Oh, Liam,” I moaned into his mouth.What the hell are you doing, Emma? That’s the question I kept asking myself, but the problem was- I wasn’t pulling away from this kiss.“Fuck, Emma, you taste so good,” Liam moaned into my mouth.Our lips kept moving in sync for a few more minutes before his hands began roaming around my body. He started by sliding his left hand up my bare back and continued doing that for a few seconds, causing me to release more moans into his mouth. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so the warmth of his hand on my back felt all the better.After caressing my back for a while, he moved his hand to my front side and stopped just below my left breast.“Is this fine?” he whispered in between kisses.“Yes,” I replied, softly.Immediately after I said that, he cupped my breast and started massaging it gently. There were moments he’d squeeze it then release it and play with my nipples. He continued doing this interchangeably on both breasts until he eventually took o
Emma’s POV“Oh, wow. Your dress is so gorgeous,” Sammy gushed as I walked out of my closet.“Thank you,” I blushed as I admired myself in the full-length mirror by the closet.“I love the detailing so much. Did you make it yourself?” she asked, feeling up the dress.“Yes I did,” I smiled. “As soon as Maria mentioned this dinner thing, I got straight to work,” I shrugged my shoulders. “I mean, I’ve got to stand out, right?”I was wearing a strapless gold dress with a long slit in the back. It was shaped in such a way that it had a corset in the front that was basically heart-shaped. The material of the dress was designed in such a way that it appeared plain and simple at first sight but shone quite bright when under the right lighting.“Right. Well, it looks really good. You did amazing as always”.“Thanks, girly”.“So are you excited about tonight?” she asked, walking up to stand next to me in front of the mirror.Now, we were both admiring our reflections and also looking at each oth
Emma’s POV“Don’t do that, Sammy,” I shook my head and wagged my finger in her face as I stood up from the bed. “Don’t look at me that way in such a condescending manner. I know I shouldn’t have allowed it to happen again, but I did. I recognize my fault and I don’t need you aggravating it by judging me like that. You made some questionable choices with men in your past and I never judged you for them, so I’d appreciate it if you would reciprocate the same energy,” I stated.“You’re right, you’re right,” she raised her hand in surrender. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. Please continue,” she urged, then fixed the look on her face.I rolled my eyes and continued speaking. “As I was saying, he had just come home from work that evening and he was angry. He came in late and was grumbling and walked straight up to his room. I was worried about him, so I followed him a few minutes later. He was being stubborn as always, but I was persistent until he eventually let me into the room. We tal
Liam’s POV“Hi, Maria,” Emma hugged my mother as we walked into the house, greeting her simultaneously. “I’m so sorry for not being here earlier. Don’t blame Liam. He’s been ready for hours now. It’s my fault,” she pleaded.“Mhm. Right. Well, the point is you’re here now and, luckily for me, you’re all dressed, so I can go get dressed now,” my mum replied.“Good evening, mama,” Ryan smiled and hugged her. “I’ve missed you,” he pecked her on the cheek.“Get away from me, Ryan. You claim to miss me but never come visit,” she said as she playfully swatted him away.“And I always apologize, don’t I?” he laughed.“Right,” she rolled her eyes in response and walked over to Sammy. “Samantha, darling, how on earth do you keep up with this boy?” she asked Samantha, sarcastically.“I make sure to scold him here and there,” Samantha giggled. “I guess it’s working,” Maria replied, shooting Ryan an annoyed glance, then continued talking to him while Samantha and Emma excused themselves from the ro
Liam’s POV“Good evening. Thank you for coming,” I smiled and greeted what must have been the one-hundredth guest of the night. The crazy thing was, I didn’t even know half of the people I had already greeted. “When do we get to stop this?” I bent down to Emma’s ear and whispered the question into her ear. “My legs are killing me. I need to sit down”. “Can you please stop whining?” she said, sharply, then greeted and fake smiled at the next guest that walked in next. “Shouldn’t you be used to these things by now? I’m the one who hasn’t hosted a single one of these in her life, yet I’m handling it better than you. Aside from that, I’m the one who’s been standing in heels for the last hour, so what exactly are you complaining about?”“Sorry,” I grumbled in response. “You know, for someone who hasn’t known my mother for a long time, you sure do act like her”. “Don’t test my patience, Liam,” she growled in response. I let out a little laugh but stopped when she gave me a look that ga
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
Emma’s POVThe long-awaited day was finally here. Today, we hold the funeral for Mr. Henderson, and let’s just say that tension so far has been high. While Liam and I got ready for the day at home, it was so clear that he was tensed up, even though he didn’t say anything about it. We barely spoke, his frame was rigid, and he just kept on doing things wrongly because his mind was obviously focused on somewhere else. For instance, he wanted to make coffee and forgot to use a coffee filter. When he eventually got that right, he proceeded to pull out a glass cup from the cupboard and pour the coffee into it, talking about how both cups were next to each other and he ‘accidentally’ picked the wrong one. Mind you, the coffee cups are kept in an entirely different cupboard. Thankfully, he realized his mistake almost immediately and poured the coffee into an actual mug, so the glass cup didn’t explode or anything. It was currently five minutes past ten in the morning, meaning we had fifty-f