JESSICAI stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection like it might change if I squinted hard enough. My makeup was halfway done, my curls pinned loosely, my dress still hanging untouched in the closet. I wasn’t even sure if I liked my eyeliner.“Jessica, you’re overthinking again,” I muttered to myself, leaning in closer to inspect my wing. Ugh. Too sharp. I’d fix it in a minute.With a soft sigh, I padded out of the bathroom and down the hallway, barefoot, the wood cool against my skin. The apartment was quiet except for the low playlist I’d left running earlier, a soft R&B track humming faintly in the background. Liam had told me to “get ready” because he was taking me out tonight. And when Liam said that, it usually meant two things: trouble… and something expensive.The doorbell chimed.I frowned. That was weird. He wasn’t supposed to be here yet.Jogging lightly down the stairs, I brushed a curl from my cheek and unlocked the door—only to find… no one.Just a small b
I woke up late the next morning, sunlight slipping past the curtains and warming my face. I reached out instinctively, fingers grazing the cool sheets on Liam’s side of the bed. Empty. Cold?My chest tightened instantly.Where the hell was he?I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes, my messy hair falling into my face. Maybe he went downstairs to grab coffee. Maybe he was outside taking a call. Or maybe...I stopped myself before my brain went spiraling. God, these pregnancy hormones were ridiculous. One missing husband and suddenly, in my head, he’s moved to another country, remarried, and forgotten my name.Still, the little knot of panic stayed, stubborn and heavy.I slipped out of bed, tying my silk robe tightly around my waist, my bare feet sinking into the soft carpet as I padded toward the kitchen. The house was quiet—too quiet. My heart was pounding faster than I’d ever admit out loud.“It’s stupid to panic,” I whispered under my breath. “He’s probably in the kitchen making pancakes
LIAMThe smell of food hit me before I even set foot back in the room. Pancakes, bacon, something sweet I couldn’t name—like sunshine baked into sugar. I’d gone a little overboard, but seeing her face when I walked in was worth it.Jessica stirred in the bed, hair a complete mess, blanket wrapped around her like she’d wrestled it in her sleep. She blinked at me, groggy and beautiful in a way she’d never believe. Sunlight spilled across her skin, and for a second I almost forgot the tray of food burning my hands.Her eyes narrowed. “Did you rob a restaurant? That’s way too much.”I grinned, setting the tray down on the side table before it tipped. “You’re eating for two. No complaints.”She pushed herself up against the pillows, shaking her head but already eyeing the platter. Pancakes stacked high, eggs fluffy and steaming, bacon crispy, croissants golden, fruit glistening like it had been kissed by dew. She laughed, low and throaty, then reached for a croissant and took a huge bite.
LIAMI scooped her up from the balcony before she could even think of protesting. Her laugh hitched against my chest, soft, high, breathless, and it cut through me—sharp, sweet, dangerous. My fingers tightened around her just a little more, enough to mark her as mine, enough to make her feel it in her bones. She looped her arms around my neck, legs brushing mine, and every nerve in me ignited, fire crawling from my toes to my skull. Every. Single. One.Her scent—warm, intoxicating, sticky with desire—wrapped around me, made me dizzy, made me ache in ways I hadn’t known existed. The sun's glow spilled across the floor, but I didn’t see them. All I saw was her. Jessica. My woman. My anchor. My world. She leaned into me, soft and yeilding, and it felt like the universe itself had collapsed into the heat between us, into the ache in my chest, coiling, burning, demanding.I carried her toward the bedroom, each step slow, deliberate, letting the tension coil around us tighter with every
JESSICA“You brought me here for just three days, baby. This looks like something people rent out for honeymoons.”He just smirked, dropping the bags by the stairs. “Good thing we’re married then, princess.”My cheeks burned, and before I could throw back something snarky, he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. Just a brush, enough to make me dizzy.I pushed lightly at his chest, half laughing, half scolding. “Liam! Small kisses, not the kind that makes me forget how to breathe. And seriously—three days only and you’re spoiling me like this? Why?”He tilted his head, all calm confidence, the kind that made strangers stare at him like he belonged in an ad. His eyes softened, though, that steel-blue melting when he looked at me. “Because I want our child to feel loved before they even arrive. And I want you to feel like the world is yours, Jessica. Even if it’s only for three days.”My heart did this embarrassing little flip. I swatted at his arm just to ground myself. “You
JESSICAThe jolt of the landing yanked me out of sleep so hard my heart leapt into my throat. My stomach lurched as the plane bounced against the runway, and before I could think, my hand shot out and clutched Liam’s. His fingers tightened around mine instantly, like he’d been waiting. My eyes blinked open, groggy, unfocused, and the first thing I saw was him—his profile bathed in warm glow, that infuriating smirk tugging at his lips.“Already?” My voice came out raspy, scratchy with sleep. I rubbed at my eyes, wishing I didn’t sound like a dying frog.“Already,” he said, turning his head slightly, blue eyes catching mine with way too much amusement. “You slept through the whole thing, princess. Not even turbulence could wake you up.” His thumb brushed lazily across the back of my hand, deliberate, teasing. “Welcome to Miami.”I groaned and dropped my forehead against his shoulder. “You could’ve at least woken me up so I could look out the window or something.”“You were drooling on