Emma’s POVThose few days I was with Tony went by so fast but I at least enjoyed every minute of it. He was the sweetest to me during my stay, always taking me out to eat, and getting me something on his way home whenever he stepped out. Literally, no matter how little it was, even as little as a cute tote bag he’d see, he’d think of me and get it for me just because he hated the idea of coming back home to me empty-handed.Well, while that went well, I’m forced back to my reality again. It’s Tuesday morning and I’m on my way back to LA. I didn’t have to be at work physically from yesterday to today which was why I seized the opportunity to escape town, but I have a managers meeting I must be in attendance in tomorrow. Hence, why I have to get back home today. The drive back home wasn’t too long, thankfully. To be honest, even if it was long, I didn’t notice, considering I had myself distracted with so many thoughts. Many of which revolved around Liam and his family. As I got to thin
Emma’s POV“Good morning,” I greeted Sammy as I opened up the front door for her. “Morning, babes,” she greeted me as she hugged me. “It’s been a minute”. “Yes, ma’am”. “Hi, love,” Ryan greeted me, pulling me in for a hug. “I’ve missed you, tiny”. “I’ve missed you too,” I smiled. “Where’s Liam?” Sammy asked as we all walked into the living room together. “The hospital,” I answered, picking up the TV remote. “Huh?” “Oh he’s fine,” I said, turning my body halfway around to look at her. “He just went to get his bandages removed. He was being a pussy and didn’t want me to help him do it because he was scared I would snip off his fingers with the scissors,” I rolled my eyes. “He’s such a dumbass”. Ryan burst out laughing. “Honestly,” he started after he caught his breath. “You two should star in a reality TV show or something. You lot crack me up honestly”. “And how is that?” I asked him, turning my body around to face him, and folding my arms across my chest. “First of all, l
Emma’s POVUgh. Here we go again. In the past few months of Liam and I trying to navigate our way around what his father asked us to do, anytime Liam asks if we can ‘talk,’ no matter how the conversation starts, it always ends the same way, badly. Maybe it happens that way because the conversation starts with him asking if we can talk. Maybe that’s it. Because anytime he starts like that, I already know what the topic of the conversation is about, and I’m never wrong. It’s always about this whole giving birth thing, and it starts slowly and then gets heated, leading to one of us, mostly me, walking out on the other, making sure to slam a door for the effect, which would then lead to us not speaking to each other for the next two days. However, the last time we had this conversation was a week or so after I had come back from Tony’s place, back when Liam’s injury was still kind of fresh. We were talking and things got heated again, as always. This time, he was the one who walked out
Emma’s POVThe kiss went on for a while. At some point, he had pulled me all the way over to him such that I was straddling him with my arms wrapped around his neck as his hands roamed freely on my body. From my breasts to my butt to my hair to my back and back to my butt, his hands were everywhere. “I want you, Emma. I want all of you,” he moaned in my mouth in between kisses. I took a break from the kissing to catch my breath and said, “Then take me,” while looking sultrily into his eyes. “Gladly!” he beamed, hoisting us both off the couch. I wrapped my legs around his waist, keeping my hands wrapped around his neck, giggling as he wiggled his eyebrows at me. We continued making our way up the stairs till we got into his room. He opened the door while I pushed it shut, neither of us breaking away from the ongoing make-out session. He located the bed and placed me down on it gently, making sure not to break eye contact with me. With each article of my clothing, he moved to take
Liam’s POV“Good morning,” Emma greeted me as she fluttered her eyes open, trying to sit up on the bed.It was currently quarter past 9 a.m. and I was getting ready to head over to my parent’s place so I could speak with them about this whole grandchild issue. I had gotten up by a little past 8 a.m. and started getting ready so I was pretty much done at this point. I was about to put on my shirt when Emma woke up.“Morning,” I greeted her back with a wide smile on my face.“Why are you so smiley?” she asked, chuckling. “Is there something on my face?” she touched her face to check.“Yes”.“Really? What is it?” she began to panic.“Beauty”.“Ew,” she rolled her eyes, laughing. “God, you’re so corny”.“I know,” I replied, laughing alongside her and wiggling my eyebrows.I walked up to the side of the bed she was on and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Hey, gorgeous”.“Hi,” she blushed. “You smell really nice and look good too. Where are you off to?”“First of all, thank you. Secondly,
Liam’s POV“Is there a problem?” I asked, directing my question to both of them.“Liam, you may be upset with us and that’s fine. But you will not disrespect your father like that. Apologize. Right now,” my mother demanded.“No”.“Liam!” she exclaimed.“Who the hell do you think you are, boy? Coming into my house and disrespecting me in such a manner?” my father asked, standing up and taking gentle strides toward me.“I really wouldn’t be disrespecting you in such a manner if you didn’t give me a reason to, and trust me, you’ve given me a reason to all my life,” I sneered, standing up and facing him.At this point, we were practically butting heads with each other. I was about two inches taller than my father so I was towering over him; him looking up at me and me looking down at him. It was as though we were in a breathing competition with each other.“Get out of my house, Liam,” he growled.“No,” I snapped.That definitely took him aback as he had a look of shock plastered on his f
Liam’s POVAs soon as I stepped out of the main house door, I sprinted down the stairs and into my car. I immediately got onto the road and started heading back home with just one thing, or rather, one person, on my mind; Emma. Since she was taking over my mind so much, I decided to put a call through to her. “Hey there,” she greeted me once she picked up the phone. “Hey, beautiful. What’re you up to?” “Nothing much. I just finished taking a shower now I’m about to dress up. Are you still at your parent’s place?” she asked. “Nah. I left a few minutes ago. I’m on my way back home now”. “Oh. Okay. So how did that go?” she asked, sorry evident through her voice. “As well as it possibly could considering the kind of person my father is,” I sighed. “Are you okay?” the sound of worry now more evident in her voice. “I’ll be alright,” I smiled. “Don’t worry about me”. “Alright,” she said, taking a deep breath. “Hey, do you have to be at work tomorrow?” I asked. “Uhm, not unless a
Emma’s POV“Hey,” Liam called out to me softly. “What?” I asked, rubbing my eyes in an attempt to adjust them to the brightness of the sun that was beaming into the car through the windows. I didn’t even realize I had slept off. “We’re here,” he smiled, turning his head the other way to look at the cabin in front of us. “Oh my God,” I gasped. “This place is beautiful, Liam”. “You think so?” he looked back at me with the smile still on his face. “Absolutely. Wow,” I breathed out. “Is this yours?” I asked as I unbuckled my belt. “Something like that,” he answered, stepping out of the car. I stepped out too and we converged in front of the building. It was small but big at the same time. I’m not sure what wood was used in building it, but it was beautiful.“What do you mean by that?”“It’s my grandfather’s place,” he sighed. “Oh,” I was stunned. I didn’t know how to react to that because I was most definitely not prepared for it. “Mhm. He left it to me when he died but I haven’
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