Emma’s POVIt was morning. I didn’t even realize it when Liam and I slept off, but I woke up in his arms on the couch.I needed to pee, so I gently removed his arms from around my waist and ran to the bathroom. When I was done, I decided to use the opportunity to brush my teeth as well before I came back into the living room and just sat on the rocking chair opposite the couch he was on, staring at him as I began thinking about everything that had happened yesterday. After he gave me the shocking news about him and Anna’s breakup last night, I knew that I was truly the only one with one leg in and the other leg out at that point. So yeah, our moving forward as a couple really solely depended on me and the decision I made.Since he told me he was actually single now, I decided to come clean and tell me exactly how I felt about him; that I loved him and have felt that way for a long time, even though a big part of me believes we won’t ever be together for real. He appreciated my hone
Emma’s POV“Is that all your stuff?” Liam asked, grabbing my bag from me as he loaded up the car. “Yeah”. “You sure?” he looked at me skeptically. “I don’t know if you know this but you kind of sort of tend to forget things in certain places”. “Wow,” I dragged out slowly. “So that’s what you think about me?” I smacked his arm. “Seriously, Emma. You’ve got to stop hitting me,” he whined, massaging his arm. “Any more of this and I’d have to report you for abuse”. “I’d like to see you try,” I scoffed, sticking out my tongue at him. “Such a child,” he rolled his eyes. “Wait a minute,” he paused and scanned me. “Where’s your locket?” he asked, tilting his head to the side a bit. “Oh my God!” I shouted then ran back inside to get it. “There. Now I’m all set,” I said, putting it on as I walked back out of the cabin. “Thanks for reminding me. I’d have been devastated if I forgot this here”. “I can imagine. It’s no worry though. I’d have always come around to get it if you did leave
Emma’s POVAfter Liam and I had made up with each other, we spent the next hour being lazy and sitting down in the living room just on our phones while snacking on the rest of the things we had bought that were supposed to have been eaten at the cabin yesterday. Liam was the first one to get tired of doing that and after yawning multiple times, he decided to finally go up to his room to take a nap, leaving me alone downstairs. At the time he had left me, it was a little past 4 p.m., so I just decided to remain downstairs and watch a movie because I knew that if. I was to go up to my room, I would sleep, and if I slept off, there was no way to wake up in time to head over to Sammy’s place this evening and I couldn’t afford to not do that today. I had to go. I needed to go. After scrolling through my options on Netflix for a few minutes, I decided to watch Rick and Morty. I watched about three episodes before checking my phone and realizing it was already thirty minutes past six o’cl
Emma’s POV“Girl!” Sammy exclaimed, jerking back a bit because of how shocked she was. “No way”. “Yes way,” I nodded. “Oh my God,” she gasped, bringing her hands up to cover her mouth that had fallen open. “What the fuck?!”“I know, right? Trust me, I was just as shocked as you are right now”. I chuckled dryly. “Imagine the shock on my face as he said that to me while we were both standing naked in an open lake. Like I’ve literally never wanted to get out of a water body so fast”. “Wow,” she breathed out. “I mean, while I’m shocked that he confessed his feelings to you like that and out of the blue, I just can’t help but wonder what made him do it. Is it because of what his dad wanted to make you do or what?” she asked me.“I have no idea,” I sighed, shaking my head. “All I know is that whatever or whoever it was that convinced him, the person did a really great job in doing so”. “Huh? Why do you say so?”“He broke up with Anna just before we went away”. “What?!” she yelled, shock
Liam’s POVAfter Emma had asked me to go see my dad on Monday, it was most definitely bothering me. I didn’t have a chance to go over there on that Monday in particular, neither did I have a chance to get there on Tuesday as I was pulled into multiple meetings, so I put it in mind to go over there today, Wednesday, especially because my dad was supposed to have shown up to work today for a board meeting but didn’t. Once work was over for the day, thankfully I didn’t have anything spill into overtime, I headed straight over to my parents' house. “Hi, Lilian,” I smiled tiredly, greeting Lilian as I walked into the house. “Hello and good evening, Mr. Liam. How are you doing today?” she asked, her usual bubbly smile plastered across her lips. “I’m good. Thank you. And you?” I asked. “Very well. Would you like me to get you anything? Something to eat or drink perhaps?”“No thanks,” I chuckled lightly. “I’m just here to have a talk with my parents. My dad mostly. Where is he?”“Well,
Liam’s POV“Dad,” I replied with a locked jaw. “I did not come over here to discuss the minutes of the board meeting with you. You could always get your secretary or your personal assistant to get that across to you. Not me. Why? Because I hold neither of those positions”. “No need to be disrespectful with your responses, Liam,” he said, sternly. “I say this way too often now, but I will continue saying it until you get it through that thick skull of yours. Liam, I am your father, and you will accord me with the appropriate respect as long as you’re under my roof and as long as you are my son. Is that understood?” he asked, looking at me in demand for a response. “Yes sir,” I answered reluctantly through a tightened jaw before relaxing my face again and speaking up. “Listen, dad. The only reason I’m here is because of Emma. She asked me to come see you, and so I have”. “Emma asked you to come and see me?” he asked, chucking in disbelief. “Right. Just like she sent you to see me an
Emma’s POV“Emma,” I heard Liam’s voice call out to me from downstairs. “Are you home?” he yelled out, the sound of his keys clanging as they collided with the glass dining table. “Upstairs,” I yelled in response, hopeful that he had heard me. “Okay,” he yelled back, his footsteps loud, as he made his way up the stairs. “Hi!” he greeted me with a big grin on his face as he burst into my room. “Uhm, manners?” I asked, chuckling as I sat up from where I lay on my bed. “Huh?” he asked with an expression of confusion as he shut the door and began making his way over to me. “You didn’t knock, Liam,” I laughed. “What happened to knocking?”“Oh. That,” he laughed. “Don’t you think we’re way past that?”“We’re way past knocking on each other’s doors before stepping into the room. Really?” I asked him with an eyebrow raised. “Boy please,” I scoffed. “Fine,” he rolled his eyes dramatically as he threw himself down on the spot next to me on my bed. “I’m sorry”. “Yeah, whatever”. “I misse
Emma’s POV“Well?” Liam chuckled as he looked at me expectantly. “Are you going to tell me what it is or what?” he asked. I let out a deep breath because I knew the next words that were going to come out of my mouth weren’t going to be pleasing for him to hear. “I’ll be going to Maywood this weekend,” I gulped. “Maywood?” he asked with furrowed brows. “What’s in Maywood?”“Tony,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “What? I didn’t get that?” he asked with a look of clear confusion on his face. I sighed. “Tony,” I said, my voice still low but audible enough for him to hear me this time. “Oh,” he responded, his jaw tightening. “And why exactly are you going over there?”Uhm, okay. I definitely did not expect that kind of attitude. “Uh first of all, could you please fix your attitude?” I asked. I mean, I didn’t expect him to be jolly when I mentioned this, but I didn’t exactly expect him to give me a dirty-ass attitude either. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “Why are you going to se
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