Liam’s POV“Hey,” I greeted Emma as she walked up to meet me at the door of the restaurant. Serendipitously, she and I arrived at the restaurant at practically the same time. She had come in when I had already handed my key to the valet and was about to walk through the doors into the restaurant. “Hi, Liam” she greeted me back. “Are those for me?” she asked with a look of confusion plastered on her face as she pointed at the bouquet of pink roses in my right hand. “Yes they are,” I smiled as I handed them to her. “Thank you,” she said, the look of confusion still plastered on her face, as she took them out of my hand. “They’re lovely,” she mentioned as she brought them up to her nose to smell. “You’re welcome. They’re your favorite, right?” I asked as I opened the door of the restaurant to let her walk in first. “Yes they are,” she looked up at me. “How’d you know?” “Don’t worry about that,” I said, grabbing her hand in mine as we both walked up to get cleared for our reservati
Emma’s POV“Good morning, Maria,” I greeted Liam’s mum as I hugged her. “Good morning, dear,” she greeted me back. “Come in, come in,” she ushered me into the house. “Thank you,” I said as we stepped into the foyer. “How are you?” she asked as she led me into the dining room. “It’s been a while since we last spoke”. “Yes, it has,” I breathed as we sat down at the dining table. “I’m fine, thank you for asking. How are you?” I asked as u managed to muster up a small smile. “I’m great,” she answered, looking at me skeptically as though she couldn’t decide whether to believe my lie of being fine or not. To be fair, I’m far from fine, but I’ve been trying my best to hide it from everyone, including my own best friend. I just don’t want people always asking me how I am and having to lie to them, so I’d rather just put on the best possible fake ‘I’m fine’ face I can pull together, so people won’t ask me the question as much. Right now, my face was practically working overtime with Mari
Emma’s POV“Hey, before you go, I wanted to ask, would Anna be at the party on Saturday?” I asked Liam as he walked down the stairs.“First of all, good morning to you too,” he said, snarkily.“Good morning, Liam,” I rolled my eyes. “Is Anna going to be there or not? I’m not bothered, I just need to know because your mum and I are finalizing the guest list tonight”.“In that case, she’s not going to be there,” he replied.I know I told him I wasn’t bothered, but that was obviously a lie. I would’ve for sure been bothered if she was going to be there, but he didn’t need to know that. I didn’t realize my chest was heavy when I asked him that question because his telling me that she wasn’t going to be there made my chest come back down so quickly. The relief was crazy.“Alright,” I said, then typed something down on my laptop that was open on my lap.“Today’s Wednesday, aren’t you supposed to be at work?” he asked, looking confused, then his expression switched to one of worry. “Are you
Emma’s POV“Liam,” I called out his name as I knocked softly on his bedroom door. “Is everything alright?” U asked.No response.“Liam,” I called out again.Still no response.“Leave me alone, Emma,” he grumbles. “I want to be left alone”.I know I shouldn’t be bothered. I know I should have left him alone. I know he doesn’t deserve my worry or compassion, but shit, I just don’t know how not to be bothered by things like that. I don’t know how not to worry about people I care about until I know they’re alright, regardless of whether that person has treated me right or not.God, I hate this quality of myself so much sometimes.Ignoring his words, I slowly opened the door and slipped in quietly.“Hey,” I said, softly.He was sitting down on his bed. He had his elbows resting on his lap and his head buried in his hands. He let out a heavy sigh and sniffled, almost as though he were crying.“Liam, are you alright?” I asked, still standing by the door. “What happened?”After a few minutes
Emma’s POV“Oh, Liam,” I moaned into his mouth.What the hell are you doing, Emma? That’s the question I kept asking myself, but the problem was- I wasn’t pulling away from this kiss.“Fuck, Emma, you taste so good,” Liam moaned into my mouth.Our lips kept moving in sync for a few more minutes before his hands began roaming around my body. He started by sliding his left hand up my bare back and continued doing that for a few seconds, causing me to release more moans into his mouth. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so the warmth of his hand on my back felt all the better.After caressing my back for a while, he moved his hand to my front side and stopped just below my left breast.“Is this fine?” he whispered in between kisses.“Yes,” I replied, softly.Immediately after I said that, he cupped my breast and started massaging it gently. There were moments he’d squeeze it then release it and play with my nipples. He continued doing this interchangeably on both breasts until he eventually took o
Emma’s POV“Oh, wow. Your dress is so gorgeous,” Sammy gushed as I walked out of my closet.“Thank you,” I blushed as I admired myself in the full-length mirror by the closet.“I love the detailing so much. Did you make it yourself?” she asked, feeling up the dress.“Yes I did,” I smiled. “As soon as Maria mentioned this dinner thing, I got straight to work,” I shrugged my shoulders. “I mean, I’ve got to stand out, right?”I was wearing a strapless gold dress with a long slit in the back. It was shaped in such a way that it had a corset in the front that was basically heart-shaped. The material of the dress was designed in such a way that it appeared plain and simple at first sight but shone quite bright when under the right lighting.“Right. Well, it looks really good. You did amazing as always”.“Thanks, girly”.“So are you excited about tonight?” she asked, walking up to stand next to me in front of the mirror.Now, we were both admiring our reflections and also looking at each oth
Emma’s POV“Don’t do that, Sammy,” I shook my head and wagged my finger in her face as I stood up from the bed. “Don’t look at me that way in such a condescending manner. I know I shouldn’t have allowed it to happen again, but I did. I recognize my fault and I don’t need you aggravating it by judging me like that. You made some questionable choices with men in your past and I never judged you for them, so I’d appreciate it if you would reciprocate the same energy,” I stated.“You’re right, you’re right,” she raised her hand in surrender. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. Please continue,” she urged, then fixed the look on her face.I rolled my eyes and continued speaking. “As I was saying, he had just come home from work that evening and he was angry. He came in late and was grumbling and walked straight up to his room. I was worried about him, so I followed him a few minutes later. He was being stubborn as always, but I was persistent until he eventually let me into the room. We tal
Liam’s POV“Hi, Maria,” Emma hugged my mother as we walked into the house, greeting her simultaneously. “I’m so sorry for not being here earlier. Don’t blame Liam. He’s been ready for hours now. It’s my fault,” she pleaded.“Mhm. Right. Well, the point is you’re here now and, luckily for me, you’re all dressed, so I can go get dressed now,” my mum replied.“Good evening, mama,” Ryan smiled and hugged her. “I’ve missed you,” he pecked her on the cheek.“Get away from me, Ryan. You claim to miss me but never come visit,” she said as she playfully swatted him away.“And I always apologize, don’t I?” he laughed.“Right,” she rolled her eyes in response and walked over to Sammy. “Samantha, darling, how on earth do you keep up with this boy?” she asked Samantha, sarcastically.“I make sure to scold him here and there,” Samantha giggled. “I guess it’s working,” Maria replied, shooting Ryan an annoyed glance, then continued talking to him while Samantha and Emma excused themselves from the ro
Liam’s POVLast night, as Emma and I were at her parents' place, while she spoke with her mum just before we left, it hit me that to properly start this new journey with Emma, whereby our marriage is free from anything linking back to the initial agreement that got us married in the first place, I had to cancel the deal my father has made with hers two years ago. Of course, that wasn’t a conversation that was going to happen on the spot. However, it didn’t feel right to have it drag any further than it needed to. So, while Emma was engrossed in conversation with her mother, I spoke to her father in a hushed tone, asking him to come to my office this morning for a talk. It wasn’t a conversation that I wanted to involve Emma in until things between him and I were settled, so, while Emma was a bit upset with me this morning, as we both got ready for work, because I chose to continuously evade giving her an answer when she asked what he and I spoke about last night in hushed tones, I fi
Emma’s POVThe next day, after Liam and I made the engagement official with a ring, he and I headed to his mother’s place to pick Amelia up and, while there, she obviously saw the ring, which led to us spilling the news. As expected, she was ecstatic about it and was more than ready to burst into event planner mode, just as she did when he and I were getting mercies the first time.While I appreciated her kindness and willingness to do it, I didn’t want this ceremony to be as big or loud as the first one, especially since the press and the world already had the idea that Liam and I were already married. I wasn’t ready to raise any suspicions nor did we have any proper excuses we were ready to give if the event was publicized. I mean, if we said we were renewing our vows, who would believe us, especially when we’d been married for less than three years? That aside, I really did want this ceremony to be small and intimate – my perfect dream wedding. When I told Maria that I wanted a s
Liam’s POVIt was currently Friday, meaning Emma has officially been back to work for a full week now. On the other hand, it also means that it had been six days of me asking her to remarry me and her telling me that she needed to think about it. I wasn’t about to pressure her more than she already was, so I tried to distract myself from it by immersing myself in work this weekend while at home with her. At the same time, I wanted her to also feel relaxed, so I sent Amelia away with my mother for the day to give Emma room to catch a breath this weekend. “Hey, are you up?” Emma’s voice spoke up from behind my bedroom door following a knock. I didn’t want to stress my voice by shouting a response, so I stood up from my desk and went over to the door. “Good morning,” I greeted her with a small smile as I opened my door. “How are you?” I asked, leaning on the door frame with my arms folded across my chest. “I’m good,” she nodded, unable to maintain eye contact with me. “You?”“I’m fin
Emma’s POVAfter hours of work that were mixed with hours of contemplation following me and Liam’s conversation from that morning, the work day was finally over, and it was time for me to go home. I knew that if I went home, I would have to confront the situation at hand between Liam and me, which I was not prepared to do, at least not before talking to Sammy first, and since I felt this was a conversation that I had to have with her face to face, I did the same thing of calling Liam ahead to let him know I’d be coming home late. “Hey,” his raspy, tired voice spoke up as he picked up the call. “How are you?”“I’m good, how are you?”“I’m okay”.“Are you sure,” I asked, worried. “You sound tired and stressed out. Are you still at the office?”“Yeah, I am. I’m tired, but I have a case I’m working on right now and want to try and make some progress with it before leaving here”. “Hm. Alright then. Just take it easy please”. “Yeah, I will,” he said. I could practically hear the smile i
Emma’s POVThroughout my drive to the office, all I could think about were Liam’s last words to me before he left the house. Considering how shocked I was by everything he had said, it goes without saying that I had no adequate response to give him at that moment. All I could muster at that point was, “I’ll think about it”. Shit. One thing for sure was that I know I definitely didn’t even say those words in a reassuring tone or anything, because the way his face fell once the words left my mouth was enough to let me know that he was disappointed. In my defense though, it was all too sudden. I felt cornered and just didn’t know what to do.“Emma! Hi!” my coworker, Dina, startled me out of my reverie as she knocked on my window. “Hey, Dina,” I rolled down my window and smiled at her. “You startled me”. “I’m sorry,” she laughed. “One of the janitors mentioned he saw you pull in a few minutes ago and, since you hadn’t come in yet, I decided to come down and check on you”. When she sa
Emma’s POVIt had been a bit over four months since I gave birth to Amelia, and it was finally time for me to go back to work. Normally, I should’ve resumed last month, but the management of the Fashion House asked me to stay back a while longer because they didn’t want to stress me out and all that. I definitely wasn’t going to argue with them, so I obliged, but I kept it down to a month extra because, truth be told, while I’ve been having the time of my life caring for my daughter, it’s been very exhausting and I need a break. I need to get some normalcy back in my life and the only way I can achieve that is by going back to work. Thankfully, today was finally the day. “Emma!” my mum’s voice called out to me from behind the front door after she had knocked. “Coming!” I responded, placing Amelia down on one of the chairs in the living room and rushing to open the door for my mum. “Hey, mum,” I hugged her. “Thanks for coming,” I said, stepping aside for her to walk in. “No need to
Emma’s POVAfter close to forty-three hours of labour, my baby was finally here. “I was told you were unaware of what the baby’s gender was before now, so it’s my pleasure to tell you that you’ve just delivered a beautiful baby girl,” the doctors said to me, her voice overlapping my baby’s cries, as she handed me my child. “Hi, there,” I cooed, poking her nose a bit as I looked back up to the doctor with a smile on my face. “Thank you, Dr. Bailey,” I said to her. “You’re most welcome, dear,” she smiled back. “Alright, I’ve got to go now. The nurses will help get you cleaned up, then I’ll see you again in a few hours, okay?”“Okay, I nodded. Please can you help call in Liam on your way out?”“Of course. Take care now,” she said and walked out of the room. “Baby!” Liam said as he rushed into the room, pausing when he saw our daughter in my arms. “She’s beautiful,” he breathed. “Yeah, she is,” I smiled at her. “Shame on you for not being in here for the birth,” I smacked his hand.
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