Emma’s POV“Alright, look, I get where you’re coming from, but honestly, I want to go, and I want to go with you. We may not be together, but I still really like you as a person and God knows I need a vacation even though I’d still be working half the time. Point is, I just need a change of scenery, so I want us to go,” he responded, then smiled at me. “Can we go?” he asked, his eyes filled with hope that I’d say yes, and of course I did. “Yes we can,” I responded, chuckling lightly. “Don’t you have that murder case though, the one you said involves a public figure or so to work on?” I asked. “Yeah, for sure, but his trial isn’t due for the next few weeks, so I’m good. Besides, I could have my assistant put me through any calls I would need to take then I’d take them from over there”. He responded. “Alright then,” I nodded. “And Anna?” I asked, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. I know it seems as though I am trying to bring up her name all the time, but that’s honestly far fr
Emma’s POV“Emma, we have to go!” Liam yelled from the bottom of the stairs.“I’m coming!” I yelled back in response from my bedroom.After Liam left my room for me to finish up packing, I did most of my packing, then got distracted and eventually slept off.Big mistake, of course, because I still had so much left to do. I woke up by past 4 and started rushing all the packing. At this point, I’m pretty sure I didn’t pack the second pair of one of my shoes, but I didn’t have time to check for that.I believed I would have woken up by 3 because I knew I set an alarm, but that didn’t work, so this is my life now.“Emma!” he yelled again.“My God. Is this how angsty you get when you take trips? Jesus Christ!” I exclaimed as I walked out of my room, pushing my suitcase in front of me.“I’m not angsty,” he huffed. “You’re just slow,” he rolled his eyes.“Screw you, Liam”.“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Do you need help?” he asked, walking up the stairs to meet me.“Does it not look like I do?” I as
Emma’s POV“Wake up, sleepy head,” I heard Liam whisper into my ear.“Go away. I’m not done sleeping yet,” I whined.I opened my eyes to see him crouched down by my head. His eyes and mine instantly locked the moment I opened them, so I was staring into his beautiful orbs.“I can see that,” he laughed. “But you have to get up, Emma. We’re about to descend, so you need to sit up and buckle up. Thank you”.I turned my face the other way so I wouldn’t get lost in his eyes, then hugged a breath of annoyance.“How many minutes till we descend?” I asked.“About two hours,” he said, standing up and walking over to his seat.“So why the hell did you wake me up now?” I shrieked, turning my head back to face him.“I was bored,” he answered, staring down at me.I honestly hate this man so much sometimes. I grumbled and tossed around the blanket that was on my body, then eventually sat upright. I cleared my eyes and noticed that Sammy and Ryan weren’t anywhere to be found.“They’re in the bedroo
Emma’s POV“Don’t you think it’s time you went and woke Ryan and Sammy up?” I asked as I looked at the time on my phone.“Yeah you’re right,” he said, standing up. “By the way, you look as red as a tomato right now,” he laughed, then went to knock on the bedroom door.I couldn’t blame him for that last statement to be honest, because my face was still red from laughter because of one of the stories of his childhood that he had just shared. It was one where he had begged his parents to go to a fair when he was about eight years old. He was so excited when he got there that he started eating all things sugar and eventually had a sugar rush. He later got on a Ferris wheel while still high from the sugar rush and attempted to jump off the wheel because he thought he was Superman. Of course, he couldn’t fly, so when he attempted to, his nanny at that time held him back, which caused his pants to go low, exposing his bum to everyone on the wheel and those on the ground as well.“Hey hey hey
Emma’s POV“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said under my breath as I followed into the room.As if it wasn’t bad enough that Liam and I had to share a room, we had to share a bed as well.“This day really can’t get any better,” I said, sarcastically.“No need to worry,” Liam said as he put his boxes down. “You can have the bed, and I’ll take the floor or that couch over there,” he said, jerking his head toward the couch by the big window.“You’re kidding, right?” I scoffed as I put my bags down as well. “There’s no way I’m going to let you sleep on the floor, Liam. Plus, it’s clear that you’re like two times the length of that couch, so I’m not going to let you sleep there either. Not for the next seven nights. I’m not a monster, you know,” I stated.Honestly, I was a bit offended by the fact that he’d suggested such a thing. Did he really expect me to agree to that?Wow.“It’s fine, Emma,” he let out a small laugh. “I’ll manage”.“There’s no need for that, Liam. Besides, this bed is
Liam’s POV“Why?” I grumbled as I heard someone knock on the door.“I’ll get it,” Emma offered as she paused what she was watching and stood up from the bed. “Who is it?” she asked in a little sing-song voice.“It’s Sammy,” Samantha responded.“What’s up?” Emma asked as she opened the door and let her in.“Ryan went to check on our reservation at the restaurant he wants us to eat at tonight, so I came to spend some time with you guys. Is that okay?”“Yeah. I don’t mind. Liam is sleeping though, so I wouldn’t want us to disturb him,” Emma responded.“I’m up,” I said, sitting up on the bed.“I’m sorry if I woke you up,” Sammy apologized.“It’s fine,” I waved it off and stood up. “Don’t worry about it,” I said, stretching out my body.“Okay,” she said, then walked over to the bed. “So what have you been up to?” she asked Emma as they sat on the bed.I left her and Emma in the room, giving them their space to talk, and went to the restroom to freshen up. I washed my face and used the toil
Liam’s POV“Hey, girls,” I greeted Sammy and Emma as Ryan and I walked into my room.“Hey,” Sammy waved and stood up. “Hey babe,” she said to Ryan as she walked up to hug and kiss him.“Hey, guys, Emma greeted from the bed. “What took you guys so long?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.“Ryan and I decided to have some drinks first,” I answered, shrugging my shoulders.“Okay,” she said, looking down at her phone. “That reminds me, your mum said you should call her. She called me a few minutes after you stepped out of the room and said she’s been trying to reach you all day but to no avail,” she continued, looking up at me to clarify that I was the one she was speaking to.I walked over to the bed and sat beside her.“Oh, well, I didn’t see any of her calls. Did she happen to mention what she wanted?” I asked, turning my body to face her.“Nothing specific, but something along the lines of your dad needing to talk to you, and she wanted to give you a heads-up about it or so. I’m
Liam’s POVWe had locked eyes for a few seconds before my eyes fell on her lips. Once I looked at her lips, I couldn’t look anywhere else. They looked too luscious to pass up, and I knew that I had to kiss her.Unfortunately, just as I dipped my head down, so our lips could meet, her phone began ringing really loudly from the closet, which startled her, causing her to jump back. From the way she looked at me after that, it was as though she had been in a trance that she had just snapped out of. It took her a while to come to terms with what was about to happen and at that point, her phone stopped ringing. Once she realized herself, she was about to speak up, but she stopped herself, clearly contemplating if she wanted to say what was on her mind or not. As she was unwilling to speak, I decided to speak out, but I couldn’t get passed calling out her name when her phone started ringing again. Based on the way she quickly rushed into the closet to answer the phone, it was obvious she was
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