Moms... am I right? :)
Entering the apartment, it’s entirely too quiet in here. The bathroom door is still closed. Opening the door, it stops part way with a thud. SHIT! I squeeze through the opening and our mate is passed out on the floor in her towel. I drop to my knees as fast as I can muster and turn her over. She is still breathing. Linking mom, “get up here now and bring your bag”. Grace is there within seconds it seems. “Her blood pressure is extremely low Liam, I need to start an IV”. Carrying our unconscious mate to the bed, mom runs down the hall and back with her IV supplies. Starting the IV doesn’t even stir Emma. “Mom?”. She just breaths and smiles at me, “son, take a deep breath… it’s going to be fine”. She’s right, I am starting to feel panicked. I grab her hand, holding it to my mouth. I feel a finger twitch and then another. “Baby, Emma… wake up sweet heart”. I gently touch her cheek. “What happened?”, she musters. Just as she’s processing her surroundings, she panics at t
I made it through the night with no more episodes of fainting. Grace decided to leave the IV in my arm even after the fluid was done which I wasn’t thrilled about. Something about quicker access if I need more medications. Whatever medication she gave me for my nausea last night, knocked me out hard! I turn over to the clock on the bedside, it’s already 9 a.m. Feeling beside me, Liam isn’t in bed so I check my phone, “baby, I’m in the office getting ready for our trip. Text me when you wake up”. After letting him know I’m awake, I question trying to walk after yesterday’s shenanigans. Before I commit, “Mor, you feeling better?”. She seems more chipper, “sure am… those meds did the trick”. I feel so much better about walking, knowing my wolf is better also. Something about clumsy feet and tripping hazards. As I start heading for the bathroom, Liam comes running over. “Baby, you should’ve waited for me. What if you fainted again?”. “Yeah well, what if I had wet the
*TRIGGER: Chapter may contain some trigger material for some* Emma’s POV Liam is the most thoughtful and generous lover. Not just a lover, but man. I have never known one to be so kind and caring with a woman. I laid in a trance as I slowly traced circles on his chest. I can tell he likes it because he’s purring slightly. “Liam, have you ever been with another woman?”. I have no idea why I asked that. In truth, if he has I don’t want to know. He props himself up, confused. “No, I haven’t. Is it apparent?”. Oh god, he thinks I’m comparing him. “Oh my goddess, no! That came out so wrong. I didn’t even mean for that to come out”. I pull my hands over my face to hide my guilt and embarrassment. He gently grabs my hands, exposing my face. “I’m sorry I asked that Liam”. He moves to the headboard and brings me with him so he can cuddle me. “Emma, no question is off limits. You can ask me anything, always. I will never lie to you and never do anything to hurt you. Why
**POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING** Liam’s POV I’m still baffled by Emma’s proposal to discuss her trauma. I’m not even sure what I would ask or if I even want to know. As I ponder this, she seems slightly uncomfortable and I don’t know if it’s my delay or something else. “There are things I would want to ask but once you tell me, I can’t unknow them”. Biting her lip and looking down, “I don’t want you to see me differently than you do now. I don’t want you to think less of me is all I care about”. Grabbing her face and pulling it gently to eye level, “nothing could make me love you less than I do. It’s physically impossible”. I sense her reassurance. “Let’s go climb into the bathtub”, I suggest. I wasn’t planning on probing for any information, just wanted her to be comfortable. Emma’s POV As we both slip into the tub, I’m reminded about the water incident. Where would I even start in this story? Morgan leans in, “you’ve got this Em. Your bond will grow even str
Liam’s POV I won’t lie, there were parts of that story I wanted to puke. The thought of my mate going through that was indescribable. Now is not the time to show my weakness though, I need to be strong for Emma. I pull her into me, kissing her forehead. “There are a lot of things I could say but the fact that you survived that and still accepted a mate is astounding. You are the most brave person I know”. I hadn’t really planned on crying today; definitely not this many times. I feel her small hand wiping away my tears, bringing me back to my thoughts. “Emma, I love you more than anything in the world. No one will ever hurt you again. Ever”. I feel a sense of relief through the bond. I could feel our bond was stronger than before. The only secret that remained was the continued trafficking but I wanted to wait until we weren’t so emotional to bring it up. Turning slightly so we are facing, I still felt a slight need to reassure her in every way. I knew the truth
Stupid alarm blares. Ugh, no. My mate is still cozied into me exactly where she fell asleep, I love that. I gently untangle myself to go hop in the shower when I hear, “wait for me”. A sleepy Emma trying to get untangled from the sheets and out of the giant bed. “I think that bed is bigger than a king” she adds as she trips on the sheet wrapped around her foot. “I hope our kids don’t inherit your balancing skills baby”. I give her nose a kiss. “But I do hope they inherit your good looks” and smack her butt as she walks past me. I soak up all the time in the shower with my girl. I will never get tired of watching her wash her hair. We both get dressed and head down for breakfast, suitcase in tow. I have a brief thought, wondering if she took her panties out… I hope not. The dreaded moment comes when we have to head out. Zak, Dan and his beta Matt had all eaten much earlier and had the suburban pulled forward. I don’t know if she is as forlorn as I am but she didn’t seem
Emma’s POV We spent the day baking cookies, drinking mimosas and giggling. I really do enjoy Ruth. She is so light hearted and bubbly. When the doorbell rings, she goes racing to the front door. I am so confused as to why. She comes back with a stack of magazines. “Ruth, what are those?”. She just grins. “These are wedding magazines! We’re going to start planning your wedding… eeek!”. Her happiness is contagious. “Ruth, exactly what are we planning?”. She shakes her head, “girl, there is so much you don’t know”. We head up to her suite. I’ve never been in here before. There is pink wallpaper but it is shockingly not hideous. She has black mixed in, making it look chic. Dropping the magazines on her couch, she motions for me to sit. When she returns, she hands me a rather large mimosa and drops a bunch of snacks on the table. I am already feeling kinda loopy from the earlier drinks but they are tasty. We flip through the magazines as I listen to Ruth judge di
Emma’s POV I’m shivering so painfully. I didn’t know there was such a thing as being numb to cold. Suddenly I hear arguing and the younger boy walks toward my cage. I’m so cold, I can’t really move away from him. “Come on, let’s get you warm. If I had my way you’d have proper clothes and wouldn’t be in this fucking mess”. For some reason this one was always nice to me. He never hits me, never tries to rape me… he sneaks me food and water. He is the reason I’m not dead. “Oh my stars, you are on the verge of frostbite… here, take my jacket”. He wraps his winter coat around me and settles me by the fire. I almost can’t feel the heat, my skin is numb. I’m shaking so badly, it’s uncontrollable. He always looks at me with such sad eyes. He hands me some warm liquid but I’m so cold I can’t drink it without spilling. “Hold on, let me find a straw”. I manage to sneak out, “why are you helping me?”. The boy doesn’t answer my question, instead just settles the thermos bac