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’
Emma’s POVWhat the fuck?!This has to be a joke. Did I hear him well?I doubt because what the actual fuck did Liam just say to me?!Love? How? When? Where? What?All these thoughts kept floating through my head as I slowly started releasing myself from his embrace. It happened so slowly that I didn’t even realize I had stopped holding him until I was a few inches away from him. “Emma,” he called my name out, softly, breaking me out from my chain of multiple thoughts.“What?” “Are you okay? You look like you’re about to throw up”. “Yeah, well I’m currently standing naked in a dirty lake, and you just told me that you love me. Excuse me if wanting to hurl is something that I feel like doing at this moment,” I snapped at him. “I’m sorry,” he said, quietly. I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “I’m sorry. I just, I can’t do this right me,” I said, hurriedly as I rushed out of the water. I picked up my clothes and put on my shirt and underwear then ran into the cab
Emma's POVAbout ten minutes after Maria and I got into our feelings with each other, Liam and his father returned to the dining room. Mr. Henderson looked fresh again in his change of clothes, but Liam, on the other hand, looked tired and stressed out. Clearly, the entire situation that had just unfolded in front of him stressed him out, but he didn’t say anything about it for the entire time the lunch went on. From one o’clock or so, till five minutes past three o’clock, the four of us ate lunch and made small conversations about anything else but the elephant in the room. While I found it a bit weird that everyone chose not to say anything about what happened, I obviously couldn’t comment on anything because, at the end of the day, I don’t have much of a say in what’s going on. It’s not like Mr. Henderson is my husband, neither is he my father, so yeah, I couldn’t exactly say much. Once we were done eating and had spent the extra hour at their place for our food to digest, Liam a
Emma’s POVTo cut the whole story short, Liam spoke. A lot. He said far much more than I could even remember, and what’s crazy is he just said these things a few minutes ago. He took his father’s go-ahead for him to say what was on his mind quite literally, and when I say literally, I mean literally. Unexpected to all of us, Liam started addressing issues from far before I came into his life. Issues he’s had with his father, and his mother, from when he was a little boy, actually. There was also him talking about how he felt closer to his grandfather than anyone else before his passing and how his passing really affected him because he knew that he wasn’t ever going to feel that type of pure love again from a father figure, let alone his father. He talked about how he always felt unloved by his parents because, while his father drowned himself in work most of the time, his mother drowned herself in work and societal events and gatherings, so it felt like she was even more absent. The
Emma’s POV“Okay,” Liam spoke up. “We’re listening. Why’d you call us over here today?” he asked. “First of all,” Mrs. Henderson cleared her throat. “Your father and I want to wish you both a happy anniversary”. Oh, so she remembered. “You remembered?” I squeaked out. “Are you kidding me, dear?” she asked with a small smile on her lips. “How could I forget? I mean after all the planning that went into that wedding and how invested I was, not just in the wedding but in your hopeful love story. With all that in mind, there was absolutely no way I could forget the day you got married to Liam; fake wedding or not. I was personally very happy that day because I liked you, so nothing was going to make me forget it”. “Oh…” I was speechless. “Thank you, Maria”.At the mention of her name, her smile instantly grew. I knew she hated me calling her Mrs. Henderson and I hated calling her that just as much because I believed we had formed a bond that went beyond me calling her that. So, while
Emma’s POVAs we pulled into the driveway of the Henderson house, I could see Liam visibly tense up already. From the way his fingers tightened on the steering wheel, to the way his jaw began to clench, it was clear he wanted to be anywhere but here right now. “Are you good?” I asked him, placing my hand on his that was still gripping the steering wheel even after he had parked the car. At the feel of my hand on his, the hold he had on the steering wheel instantly loosened, and I could thankfully feel the tension ease from his body under my touch. “I’m better now,” he said, mustering up a weak smile, as he held my hand and brought it up to his lips to place a kiss on it. “Thank you”. “Hey,” I rubbed the back of his neck. “Everything’s going to be alright. Besides, I have a feeling that we’re here to receive some good news. Nothing that’s going to spoil either of our moods. Okay?”“Okay,” he nodded, then turned off the car. As he started to open his door, I held him back again for
Emma’s POV“Happy anniversary, baby,” Liam said, cheesing from ear to ear, as he walked into my room with a tray filled with waffles, bacon, eggs, an assortment of fruits, and two glasses of orange juice.“For me?” I smiled as I looked up from my phone. “Yes, ma’am,” he nodded, placing the tray on the nightstand next to me. “Happy anniversary, my love,” he said again, as he bent down to hug me. “I love you,” he pecked my cheek. “Happy anniversary, Liam,” I cooed in response, hugging him tightly, making sure to sniff him in the process. “How early did you wake up for you to have taken a shower and made me breakfast?” I asked, genuinely wondering. “Early enough,” he shrugged his shoulders, hopping into the bed and squeezing closely next to me. “I see that,” I turned my head to face him. “Did you sleep in here with me though? Because I don’t even remember sleeping off. I had planned to come over to yours after taking a bath, but I guess I must have fallen asleep after doing that”. “
Emma’s POV“So, talk to me. What’s going on in that big head of yours?” I joked. “Rude,” he scoffed, feigning a hurt look. “Whatever,” I chuckled, unwrapping my hands from his waist. “This seems like serious talk, so let’s go over to the living room please”. “Alright,” he nodded, pushing himself off the counter that he was resting on and following behind me until we got to the living room and sat comfortably on the couch. “Now,” I moved a bit closer to him. “Talk to me”. “Okay,” he cleared his throat, evidently nervous. “I don’t know if you know… but tomorrow is our first anniversary,” he stated, then averted his gaze from me. “Is that it?” I chuckled. “What do you mean?” he asked with furrowed brows. “I mean, is that all that’s bothering you?”“Yes, it is. Now can you please stop laughing,” he grumbled. “Sorry,” I stifled a laugh. “Listen,” I grabbed hold of his hands. Can I be honest with you?”“Sure,” he nodded, fiddling with my hands. “I know”. “Seriously?” he looked of
Emma’s POVIt had been a long day at the office, but thankfully, it was finally over. As I packed up my sketches that I planned to work on over the weekend, my phone buzzed on the table, but I didn’t pick it up immediately because if it was something important, I’d have assumed the person would call me. After about ten minutes of putting my stuff together, I was done packing up for the day and finally picked up my phone to check the time. The time wasn’t what caught my eye though. It was my notification; specifically, the one that came ten minutes ago which I ignored. It was a notification from my Reminders app, reminding me of what tomorrow is – Liam and I’s first anniversary. Shit. How the hell could I have forgotten? And especially now that Liam and I are actually in true love with each other, and we’ve been so good with each other these past couple of weeks too, fuck!As I walked out of the office, I began brainstorming the excuse I was going to give Liam for forgetting about t
Liam’s POVWhen Ryan and I were done eating, we immediately began our journey back home. “So, have you decided what you’re going to do yet?”“About what?” I asked, optimistic that the meaning behind that question wasn’t the same as when he asked me this same question ten minutes ago. “About you and Emma, silly,” he scoffed, looking at me like I was dumb. “No, Ryan. I have not decided what to do, just like I hadn’t decided ten minutes ago when you asked me the same damn question,” I said, tightening my fingers on the steering wheel momentarily, before letting out a deep breath in annoyance and releasing my grip on the wheel. “My bad,” he rolled his eyes. “I’m just trying to be helpful,” he murmured. “Then be helpful by suggesting what I should do!” I raised my tone slightly and kissed my teeth. “You being helpful isn’t you asking me the same question repetitively at ten-minute intervals hoping that my response would be different? Helping would be you trying to help me brainstorm o
Liam’s POVIt had been a week since Emma had made her choice to be with me and for this last week, I’ve probably been the happiest man on this earth. Now, our first anniversary was in three days, and I had no idea what to do. Before we got married, I remember while I was having one of the pre-wedding discussions with my mother, she said she would love for Emma and me to throw a party or a ball or something in that regard to commemorate the milestone, while also making sure we appear as a happily married couple in the public light. However, with how things are going in the family right now, with my dad’s sickness and the rift between Emma and my parents, that party that my mother would have wanted us to have just doesn’t seem probable. And to be honest, I haven’t even had a talk with Emma about this anniversary of ours, so God knows if she actually remembers that it’s even coming up or not. “Liam! Where are you!?” Ryan yelled, pulling me out of my thoughts as he stepped into the apa