I wake up with the warmth of the sun shining through the window. I open my eyes. The windows are already open and my head is resting on the pillow. After a momentary knock on the door, it opens, revealing both Liam and a past middle-aged man in a white polo shirt. He has thick glasses and is carrying a small back bag. “Good morning, Cassie,” he says, his voice warm and friendly. “I’m Doctor Davis. I heard from Liam that you had a minor accident yesterday?” I sit up from the bed. “Minor accident,” I say, emphasizing the word ‘minor’ and looking over at Liam, who is not meeting my gaze. “Your husband thinks that it’s safer for me to come by and check up on you.” “I don’t know,” I say. “My husband should have asked me first so we could set up a better time rather than me just waking up and seeing that I have a guest.” Dr. Davis turns to look at Liam before shifting his attention to me. “I can sense that you are a bit angry.” I did not respond. Instead, I focus my gaze on the open w
I might have reconciled with Liam however, the problem is still there. I am pregnant and within a year, I will be back in the province, with a fatherless child. I glance at Liam, who is sitting on the couch beside me. He decided to work from home and is focusing on his work laptop. Maybe, is there really a chance that he will want me even after the one year is up? I shake my head. I am getting ahead of myself again. “Liam,” I whisper, calling for his attention. He stops typing on his laptop and turns to me. “What is it, wife?” he asks, a smile on his face. “We are going on vacation next month, right? Do you have any places you want to go?” “Hmmm... How about Europe? Lukas has been insisting for a while.” “Okay, Europe it is then.” “Lovely,” he says, leaning in to kiss me. When he pulls back, I blurt out, “Liam, do you really love me?” “I do,” he says, his voice firm and sincere. “Why?” I ask. “Why would you love me?” He frowns. “So, you still don’t believe me even until now
I watch as Alinn triple-checks her bags. She seems excited about the trip to Milan’s National Museum of Science and Technology. She mentioned that she hasn’t been outside the country, but she isn’t afraid because her older cousin named Chad will go with her. However, contrary to her excitement to explore and visit the museum, Lukas is having the opposite emotions. “Alinn, do you realize that you are way too excited about this trip?” Chad comments, his brown eyes sparkling with amusement as he watches his younger cousin. Alinn pauses and winces. “Am I too obvious?” Chad, the twenty-two-year-old boy who has just graduated and is currently looking for a job, nods and responds with a “Very.” Lukas shifts his head to them. He is definitely not happy about the setup. He moves closer to me and whispers, “Why did you allow a third wheel to come between Alinn and me?!” I grin at him. He is anxious. “Chad is the ‘condition’ that her parents set so she could join us. Would you rather go to I
As our lips part, Liam looks at me with a newfound intensity. He traces my lips with his thumb before leaning in and kissing me again. This time, the kiss is deeper, more passionate, as if a dam has burst between us. I run my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to me. He tastes like wine and warmth, and I can feel the tension between us build with each passing moment. Even before I feel his hands roam my body, I can already feel him hardening against me, and it’s only making my desire ignite in response. So, I moan softly into his mouth, especially when his hands slip under my shirt and caress my skin. He lifts me up and carries me to the bed, never breaking the kiss. He lays me down, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my shirt. I look at him, impatient. He is being very careful, unlike the previous times we made love. “Liam, what’s wrong?” I finally ask. “What do you mean by ‘what’s wrong’?” he asks, placing a kiss on my cheeks. “You are acting weird.” “How so?” “You...”
Liam and I lay in bed, our bodies intertwined and our chests rising and falling in harmony. My eyes flutter open, and my gaze meets his. He smiles, tracing a finger along the curve of my jaw. “Como te sientes?” he whispers softly. I take a deep breath, reveling in the weight of his arm draped across my back. I feel content–blissfully content. “Me siento bien,” I respond, grinning at him. “Well, seems like I am not the only one that Chiara has been teaching Spanish.” “There’s a lot of books here,” I say. “It’s also easy to get a bit from their language.” He cradles my face in his hands, and I close my eyes, allowing myself to melt into his embrace. “Es nuestro ultimo dia aqui,” he murmurs. My eyes flutter open once more. This time, I understand the sadness in his words, even without fully understanding the language. I take a deep breath and snuggle closer to him. “It’s been over a week. We need to return. Even if Lukas, Alinn, and Chad left four days ago, you and I still have t
Liam’s fingers trace the curve of my belly. The light from the lamp flickers, casting shadows on our entwined forms as we lay wrapped in a soft cashmere blanket. “Are you sure you want to help me with the family business?” Liam asks, his deep voice resonating with concern. “I mean, you are a few months pregnant. I don’t want to burden you.” I smile warmly, placing my hand over his. “I want to help, Liam. You said it yourself. The business means a lot to you.” He sighs, uncertainty clouding his eyes. “It’s not that we need the money. Champion Music is doing well, but... I just can’t let our family businesses go.” Liam turns away from me, staring into the dancing flames as if seeking answers. “My great-grandfather built this company from the ground up. It has been passed down through generations, each of my ancestors adding their own piece to the legacy. I don’t want to be the one who fails.” I listen intently, seeing the weight of responsibility pressing down on him. There are five
Liam and I are in the kitchen, our gaze outside. The vibrant aroma of morning coffee accompanies us as we watch the sun peeks through the windows. “It’s going to be a great day,” Liam says, his voice gentle. “I hope our second wedding will be a great day like this.” I grin at him. “I haven’t seen a weather forecast for that long,” I jest, knowing exactly that he is referring to the renewal of our vows that we set once our contract ends. Liam leans against the counter and gazes at me. “What kind of second wedding are you dreaming of, Cassie?” I lean as well until our faces are just a few inches apart. “This time, I want all our family and friends to be there.” “Ah, so you want a grand wedding this time around?” “Not grand,” I correct him. “I want it to be something special, something that we will remember for the rest of our lives.” Liam nods, his eyes crinkling in amusement. “Let me correct myself. You want a VERY grand, luxurious wedding this time?” I lean closer to him and le
Liam and I sit on the plush seating of a high-end restaurant that’s nestled in the center of the city. The place exudes sophistication and elegance, with its interior design boasting of modern décor with soft lighting and tasteful artwork. “Are you really sure we should meet your friend in this place? I think the office is fine.” Liam grins as one staff ushers us into one of the private booths. “Well, Nico is... hmmm, has a distinct taste for these things. The food here is also to his liking.” “This place looks like they only hire renowned chefs...” Liam kisses my temple and says, “Which is exactly what he likes.” As we settle into our seats, a server approaches us with a menu and recommends their specialty dishes. Liam orders for us, saying that he knows all of Nico’s favorite meals. Once the server leaves, he turns to me. He takes my hand across the table and plays with it while gazing at me. “What is it?” I ask. “I’m wondering. Since your mom is back at home, should we spend
********* A FEW YEARS LATER *********** I run my hand over my bulging stomach, savoring the warmth of the afternoon sun as it filters through the living room window. I am close now. The doctor says that any day this week I will give birth to a boy. Nearby, Lukas and Alinn teach Andy how to play a new board game, while Liam hovers close by and places snacks and drinks on the table. “Are you okay? Anything you need?” Liam asks. I grin at him. “I need my husband to sit beside me and hold my hand.” Liam’s face softens, and he nods, quickly making his way over to the couch beside me. As he sits down, he takes my hand in his, his fingers lacing through mine. I lean into him, my head resting on his shoulder. He wraps an arm around me, holding me close and kissing my forehead. This time, I am not afraid. Because now, I feel safe and loved, surrounded by the people who mean the most to me. We will move forward, because we know now, that we are unstoppable together. ********* ANOTHER FEW
I chop vegetables for dinner as I note the instructions Lukas jotted down for our dinner. Liam enters the room, wraps his arms around my waist, and playfully nuzzles my neck. “Guess who?” he whispers, his breath tickling my skin. “Could it be... my handsome husband?” I tease. I turn in his embrace, meeting his lips with a sweet kiss before returning to my task. “Any updates on our lovebirds?” Liam asks, referring to Lukas and Alinn. “Actually, they went on a date yesterday evening,” I respond. “I think things are getting more serious between them.” “Good for them,” Liam says sincerely. He leans against the counter, watching me. “Remember how nervous we were when we first started dating?” “Of course,” I laugh. “We are so nervous that we shared a kiss during that same day and even made love when the evening came.” He laughs. “But look at us now. I want to ravish you every time I lay my eyes on you.” I caress his cheeks. “And we’ll do that once we are done with food and shower,” I
It’s already late in the afternoon when the four of us, Liam, Lukas, Andy and me, start the stroll through the bustling market in Morocco. All the vibrant colors, the tantalizing scents and cacophony of voices are overwhelming. Andy seems to enjoy everything, and she has become very curious. Once, she even asks what the two locals are doing. I explain to her that they are haggling over prices. And every time she sees some exotic wares, she will clap her hands in delight. Something that never fails to put a grin on Lukas’ face. “Mom! Stunning!” Andy exclaims as she points to a beautifully embroidered scarf. Liam chuckles. “It is. You can take what you like, Andy.” Andy squeals and pulls Lukas with her into the shop. On the other hand, Liam takes one scarf and drapes the fabric around my neck. He gazes at my face and whispers, “It really is stunning.” I blush, especially when last night was very hot—too passionate, in fact, that I wasn’t able to get up until it was close to lunch.
The lush garden surrounds an elegant white gazebo. There are cascading floral arrangements that are draped gracefully over the lattices. Not to mention the sweet scent in the warm air. And beneath the canopy of flowers, I stand with Liam. We are gazing into each other’s eyes as our family and friends gather around us. Everyone is dressed at their finest, chattering excitedly amongst themselves while sipping champagne and nibbling on mouth-watering hors d’oeuvres. My mother is wiping away a tear as she looks at us. My father is beaming proudly at her side. With all our relatives around us, this is a far cry from when we had our first wedding. “Ready?” Liam asks beside me, his voice full of tender reassurance. I nod, my eyes shining with happiness and love. “Friends and family,” the officiant begins. “We are gathered here today to celebrate the love and commitment of Liam and Cassie. Today, they choose to renew their vows, solidifying their bond and reaffirming their devotion to on
Suddenly, a waiter approaches us and clears his throat. Liam and I look at him. There is an awkward smile on his face. “Apologies for disturbing you, ma’am, sir, but your food is ready. Should I... ahm, send it here? Or should I pack it up or something?” he asks. Given the time to breathe, I reach for my wineglass and take a slow, deliberate sip. As the rich liquid warms my throat, I resolve to face my emotions head-on. “We are going to continue our date night here,” Liam answers while staring hard at me. The waiter gestures for the others to come closer. They set down plates and bowls in front of the table while Liam fixes himself and sits across me. When the waiters leave, Liam reaches for my hand again. “You see, Cassie. You might have forgotten, but this is the anniversary of when we met at that police station. The first time you kissed me.” “Oh.” “You also think that you were not pretty enough back then. That you are undeserving of love.” I purse my lips again. I glance at
I arrive at the elegant restaurant alone, my heart heavy with the weight of agreeing to Scarlet’s request. Even the soft glow of the candlelight that dances against the polished silverware and crystal glasses on the tables do not improve my mood. The atmosphere is intimate, and it could have been a perfect night with Liam. I take a deep breath, inhaling the rich aroma of seared scallops and garlic butter that fill the air. “Reservation for two under Mr. Chapman?” I ask the hostess who has come to assist me. “Of course,” the hostess replies, leading me to a secluded table by the window. “Your server will be with you shortly.” “Thank you,” I murmur, taking my seat while noting the crisp, white linen napkin and the glasses on the table. I glance around the room. Couples are sharing tender smiles and stealing kisses from each other. The sight only deepens the ache in my chest, reminding me of my earlier decision. “Good evening, ma’am,” a friendly server greets me as he approaches the
I stand in front of a full-length mirror, my reflection framed by the delicate curve of the gilded edges. I watch the way the smooth silk of my midnight blue dress clings to my body, accentuating my curves and cascading until my knees. Then I adjust the thin straps over my shoulders. The anticipation of my romantic date with Liam is making my heart race. There is a knock on the door and I say, “Come in,” my voice sounding happier. The soft click of heels makes my hand pause on the fabric of my dress. I turn my attention to the guest and see Scarlet looking me up and down. I purse my lips at her beauty. She is definitely a sight in yet another red dress–a contrast to her creamy skin. Scarlet’s eyes take in every inch of me, appraising me like a predator sizing up its prey. “Hmmm,” she mutters. “You are starting to look the part of being Liam Chapman’s wife.” “I am his wife,” I tell her. I am just not sure until when. “It’s a pity, really,” she says, her voice dripping with sacchar
Last night, I was dreaming about Lukas and Liam’s laughter again and I woke up with a mix of love and fear. I sigh. This is just fine. I know that my decision to distance myself is for the best. “Momma, Lukas?” Andy asks, still stuttering. “Tomorrow, dear, okay? Your brother will come here to play with you.” She nods and takes hold of a doll. Lukas has gone to the beach with Scarlet. As for Liam, he decided to finish his work in the office. “For today, it’s just you and me...” I whisper. “And probably, in the future too.” I settle in the chair and my gaze lingers on the family photos adorning the walls. Most of it are pictures of Lukas and Andy, but there is also Alinn, Liam, and me. I really do miss doing activities with them. When my eyes fill with tears, I blink them away. I chose this. I should not be sad about this. I have to be stronger than this. More unfeeling than this. I can walk away, just like how I escaped from all the men and drama around me before. They said it bef
“Are you okay, love?” Liam asks. He is on top of me, still panting from the pleasure we just shared. I smile at him, attempting to hide the turmoil raging within me–anxiety that I only feel every time we stop drowning in our pleasure. “I am fine,” I lie. Liam’s piercing eyes search mine, but instead of pressing further, he brushes a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. “I am not such a skilled conversationalist, but please know that I will listen to you, any time you want to talk about something.” I beam at him and I hook my arms around his neck. “I always see you as a great communicator, though.” “Maybe I communicate my love for you in bed? Where you will feel it the most?” he asks, playful now. “I think we should wear our clothes and pause from communicating in bed. I need to check up on Andy.” He presses a kiss on my neck. “Lukas and the nanny are here. Stay a little more in my arms.” I giggle, but then I push him away from me. Sitting up and retrieving my clothes, my min