Chapter 3

Mia Belle

I'm brought out of my deep slumber by the need to pee- really pee. The kind of pee that accumulates only for a few hours, but feels like you haven't been to the toilet in months.

This baby will be the death of me.

I was so caught up in hurrying to get out of bed and rushing to the toilet, that I didn't even realize that there is someone in my bedroom. By the clearing of a throat, I jump, and my heart nearly leaves the confines of my body. Looking up, I see that Liam is sitting on a chair and is staring at me intently.

"Hey," I whispered, still a little startled. 'When did he get in and how does he know where I live?' I thought.

"Hello gorgeous. What's the hurry?" He smirked. His famous smirk. The smirk that had me hooked from the moment I saw him that night. It was criminally impossible for someone to be so breathtaking even without saying anything.

I blushed, and remembering my intentions before I was interrupted - to rush to the toilet, I immediately walk into my washroom to ease my bladder. When I get back into my room, Liam's lying down on my bed and is watching TV. He opens his arms for me when he notices me, and I don't hesitate to climb unto my bed and rushing into his arms.

I inhale his cologne and sigh. It feels so right to be in his arms, and I wouldn't have it any other way. He's like my safe haven; my Mr. Right. But knowing that I had no experience with men and relationships, how would I know anything about Mr. Right?

He kissed my forehead and ran his hands through my blonde untamed locks. My hair probably looks like a nest with all of the turning and twisting I do in my sleep. I was never an acrobats fan, or a sports person for that matter, but this pregnancy helped me realize my flexibility's capacity. These days, I'd normally wake up to find myself in some weird position. They always seemed to make the baby comfortable though.

Feeling hands caressing my belly, I look at him and smile. A girl could get used to cuddling and these gestures.

"It amazes me that we created such a precious gift. Thank you," He whispers and I smile and kissed his cheek. That got me remembering our one-night-stand and how it would feel to sleep with him again, and this time- sober.

"You actually did all the work that night," I tease and he chuckled.

"But under the influence of alcohol." He ran his fingers through my hair and suddenly blurted out, "Why did you leave?" I tensed as I realized where this question was heading.

"I got scared when I woke up and didn't know where I was." I paused and thought about whether or not I should tell him about me being a virgin when we had sex, but realized that he probably knew. And he could've been disappointed too. What man likes an inexperienced girl who didn't know anything about sex, other than what she'd read in books? But I won't tell him that.

"I was both angry and disappointed when I woke up and you weren't by my side. I was angry that you'd left me, and disappointed that I wouldn't be able to spend more time with you. And, you were a virgin...Why hadn't you told me before? I wasn't sure if I was rough or..." He trailed and I sensed that he was having an internal battle.

I sighed and snuggled closer to his side. He didn't have to worry himself about these things. It happened and we can't change it even if we wanted to. We just got to accept it and move on. "I can't remember anything that occurred that night, Liam. How would I have remembered to tell you I was a virgin?"

He was silent for a moment. "You do have a point there," he said as he chuckled. "No alcohol before sex. Understood?"

I giggled. "Hypocrite."

We lay in the silence of my bedroom and listened to only our breathing. It was comforting to listen to his heart-beat and know that he's right there, and that we found each other.

"What are you doing here anyway?" I said as I remembered seeing him in my room when I woke up from my nap.

"I called your phone and Zoe answered. She gave me the address and invited me in." He runs his fingers down my cheek and I gasp at the pleasure that shot through my skin. "Are you well rested?" When I nod, he sits up, and tugs the end of my blouse over my baby bump. My breath caught in my throat when he placed a kiss on my belly and I giggled at a ticklish sensation I felt.

"Hey baby. Your mom and I can't wait for you to be with us. Although we're not sure whether or not you're a boy or girl, we're excited that you can be a part of our lives. Please get here soon, but not prematurely." I giggle, and he places another kiss on my belly. "We love you. If you're a little boy, I expect you to join the army of protect-Mia-from-every-other-guy-in-the-world, and if you're a little girl...Scratch that...I don't want a little girl yet if she's going to look as beautiful as her mommy." He pouted and I laughed. "So, I hope you're a little boy and takes my looks." I full out laughed at his conversation with my baby bump.

When he's done, he returns my blouse to its normal position and sits up. My stomach takes this time to let all the world know that I'm hungry. Liam looks at me and helps me up. "My baby's hungry. Should we order, or do you want me to cook something?"

"Let's order," I reply quickly. I might just take him up on his offer to cook, but not tonight. "I'm starved."

"How about pizza?" He asked and I nod in agreement, telling him I'd like pepperoni. He leaves the room and I can hear him talking to Zoe. I walk into the living room, and Liam's not there.

"Where is he?" I ask Zoe.

"In the kitchen," she replied, not looking up from watching Pretty Little Liars. She's been addicted since the first episode we watched together, and there's not a thing I can do when she sits in front of the TV. I am more of an Arrow and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D person.

I nod and walk into the kitchen. He's there - talking to someone on the phone, and listening closely, I realize that he's making an order for pizza. Sensing my presence, he looks up at me and smiles. A moment later he hangs up and signals for me to come closer. I walk towards him and he pulls me until I'm sitting on his laps. I feel the protruding length of his manhood and I blush.

He chuckles at my reaction and kisses my neck. "You're so adorable."

~**~

Later that night after we've eaten, we retreat to my bedroom where I asked about his company and he asked me about university. Not really having much to talk about I only tell him that I'm an English major and that this is my last year at university. He told me about his years at NYU and when he graduated with his MBA and went on to be CEO of his family's business. It was impressive that Liam became CEO at the age of 20, when his dad decided to step down so he could spend more time with his mom.

I'd heard a lot about the Novak family, mainly from magazines. They started off as a financial institution, but a lot bigger than a bank. They founded smaller businesses, making them into million dollar companies. When Liam took over however, he decided to do something new, that being taking on new, risky business ventures. It made its first billion under the ownership of Liam from what I knew. He's been an amazing businessman, and the ladies absolutely love him. However, that little detail didn't sit so well with me...

When he stood up to leave and head back to his house, he kissed me on my cheek. Realizing that I'm going to be left alone, I hold unto his hand tightly, and he looked at me confused. I didn't have any experiences with men, but I remember waking up to him the night after the club. His arms had been wrapped around me and it took me a while to actually escape his grip.

"Are you okay?" He asks, looking at me in panic.

I nod. "Stay with me. Please."

He nods and stands from my bed to undress. When he's only in his boxer briefs, I gasp. He is perfectly muscled and has a 6-pack. My eyes travel lower and I gulp when I see the extent of his erection through the boxers. He's huge, and my eyes quickly assess his width and breath and content. I conclude that he'd about 6 inches, but my eyes may be playing tricks on me, or my brain's capacity to function and properly calculate his mass, has probably gone futile. Call me hormonal, but I wouldn't mind having another roll in the sheets with him. Well, not that I remembered my first time, anyway. It wouldn't hurt anymore or any less.

Finally looking at his face, I realize that he caught me staring at his figure. He smirks and gets into bed, until we're spooning and places his hand on my baby bump.

"I know I'm hot and all, sweetie, but I'm all yours," he whispered and kissed the nape of my neck. "And don't forget that you're mine."

I giggle. "That sounds amazing."

And it did. It sounded more than amazing, actually. And, if I didn't secure my heart, I'd be falling utterly and madly in love with him in the blink of an eye.