I’ve deleted any smuts that I wrote that weren’t for my personal friends and I’ve taken off the Zayn fic I was planning to write
Karry, the half-finished Kiam, and the rest of the one shots will be here at your convenience.
I’m sorry I won’t be writing anything on here anymore
I sat down next to Liam, smiling despite the chill in the air. “Hey, babe. It’s our anniversary tonight. Twenty years since we’ve been married, can you believe it?” I laughed quietly to myself, grinning at him. “Do you remember the first time we met?”
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It had been 2010, when Liam had auditioned for The X Factor for the second time. Auditions had been the first time we had met; bootcamp had been when we bonded. When neither of us ahd made it in, we were crying in each other’s arms.
“I worked so hard for this, Katelyn…” Liam whimpered, sobbing into my shoulder as we sat outside of the theater. I rubbed his back and stroked his hair, quieting my own tears. I hadn’t worked for two years to try and prove Simon Cowell wrong—my parents persuaded me into auditioning and I did… and I didn’t even expect to make it past auditions, to be honest.
I pressed both of my hands to his face and forced him to look at me. “Don’t let this get you down. Sure, you’re not going to be a huge, famous celebrity, but come on! Simon’s practically your bud now, that has to count for something.”
Liam smiled through his tears a second before he looked miserable again. “I’m sorry you didn’t make it either, Katelyn. Your voice is beautiful.”
As much as I hated it, I felt myself blushing. “Oh, um. Thanks. And it’s no big deal that I didn’t make it. I had a lot of fun.” I dropped my eyes down to the steps in front of us. “I wouldn’t have met you otherwise.”
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“That had been the first time I knew I had a crush on you.” The reminiscing of our earlier years had brought tears to my eyes, and I swatted them away. Turning to him, I laughed. “Good thing I wore water-proof mascara. What came next? Oh, yeah. God, our first real date. You were so nervous…”
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“Katelyn! Liam’s here! And, wow, does the boy clean up nice!” My mom called from downstairs.
My mouth opened wide as I looked at myself in the mirror. I was still in the middle of trying to put on my damn necklace and my mom was already embarassing me. “Mom, I’ll be right down, go away before you scare him off!”
I heard footsteps clomping up the stairs, and I was glad my mother heeded my warning. “Can you help me with this?” I asked her, scowling at my reflection. Stupid clasp.
The person who stepped up behind me wasn’t my mother, but Liam. His fingers brushed the back of my neck as he effortlessly clipped the necklace together, smiling at me in the mirror. “You look lovely tonight, Katelyn.”
I was wearing a simple light blue dress, while he… he was wearing a stunning, expensive-looking suit. “Shit, I feel so under-dressed, Liam.”
He offered his arm. “Nonsense, you’re perfect.”
When we went outside, I was confused at the lack of vehicles in my driveway. “I knew we weren’t riding in a limo, but I was hoping for at least a cardboard box.”
“Our dinner is only a short distance…”
We walked down the street and turned into the cute little park I adored so much—only to find a small table set up next to the fountain with candles lit and a bouquet of roses resting on the tablecloth.
“For a first date?” I asked incredulously, tears brimming my eyes at how much of a romantic Liam really was.
“Too much?” Liam suddenly looked horrified.
“Not at all…” I said in amazement, lifting the roses up and inhaling their fresh scent.
The dinner was, of course, one of my favorites that Liam knew I would die for: chicken alfredo. We talked over everything as we ate—that had been one of the admirable qualities of Liam. He was one of the easiest people to talk to.
When we had both finished, I took in the scenery one last time. “Thank you for this, Liam. You’re really something, you know that?”
Liam offered his hand to stand me up, which I took. “I do try, Katelyn.” When I got to my feet, he pressed his lips against mine and time seemed to stop. Ever since we had become friends during The X Factor I had wondered what his lips tasted like, how wonderful it felt when his arms slipped around my waist and pulled against his chest.
Nothing in the world mattered then, just the feeling of Liam’s lips upon mine and his arms tight around my body.
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“I’ve missed your touch, Liam.” As if I could actually touch him now, my fingers grazed the cold granite of his tombstone. “It’s been a year since you were taken from me by that drunk driver.”
“Mummy! It’s getting dark, Mummy!” A toddler called from a few rows away.
I turned around to watch me and Liam’s son, Rory, counting the headstones between us. “Just a few more moments, Rory. Aren’t you going to say something to Daddy?”
“Daddy’s here?!” Rory cried, galloping over to me, bright brown eyes searching for his father.
I pressed my hand on my son’s cheek. “Now, Rory, what did I tell you about your father?”
The light in his eyes died away. “Daddy’s in a safe place far away.”
I kissed his forehead. “That’s my boy. Now go on off to the car, it should be open. Mummy will be there in a minute.” Rory scrambled away, humming one of the many songs I would sing him to sleep with. Tonight’s lullaby was Total Eclipse of the Heart. Turning back to my husband, I felt tears re-tracing the paths on my cheeks. “Do you remember when you would sing me to sleep with that song?”
I waited, as if expecting an answer from him. I pressed my lips to the cold stone, whispering against it. “I wish you were here to watch our son grow up. I wish you were back here with me.”
Standing up, I was about to turn around to head back to the car when something moved at the edge of my vision. I could have sworn I saw Liam’s smiling face across the cemetary, and I was tried to find where he had disappeared to, I heard a voice in the wind saying, “We’ll be together again, Katelyn. But not for many years. I will be waiting, my love.”
I tried to look anywhere but at Danny. He was focused on driving us home, but out of my peripherals I could see him glancing between me and the road ahead of us. Instead of meeting his blue-gray eyes, I glared out the window. It was raining pretty heavily outside, the only things I could see out…
I don’t know if any of you guys like McFly, but I wrote a Danny Jones one shot a little while ago
“Are you sure this is legal?” My friend Chelsea whimpered.
“Of course it’s not. Now hush and let Lou work his magic.” I snapped, watching my boyfriend fiddle with the locks on the school. This wasn’t the first time we were breaking into the school. But it was the first time Chelsea and her equally-nervous-boyfriend, Luke, were tagging along.
“So, you two break in and… do what, exactly?” Luke asked, glancing behind us to make sure no one was witnessing this.
Louis paused in his picklocking to shoot a disbelieving look at Luke. “We did ask you to wear swim trunks for a reason, mate.” Returning his attention to the door, he grinned and stood up when something clicked internally. “Show time, babe.” He laughed, turning to me as he opened up the door and allowed me inside.
I giggled and trotted in, motioning for the hesitant couple to come in with me. “The pool is just at the end of this hall. C’mon, let’s go!”
Chelsea and Luke shuffled in and Louis closed the door behind them, eagerly catching up to me and slipping an arm around my waist. “Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to invite the Scaredy Cats.” He whispered to me, smiling into my hair and kissing it.
“They’ll warm up.” I said, glancing back at the two of them behind us. They were huddled close together, whispering and looking around every corner we passed.
“Too bad, the water’s cold, then!” Louis suddenly shouted, scooping me up into his arms and charging down the last few feet until we burst into the pool room.
I started flailing in his arms when he didn’t stop so I could take off my clothes. “Louis! Wait! My clothes are going to get wet!” I squealed, holding my breath when he leapt off the edge and we plunged into the water.
We both came spluttering up for air and I slapped my hair back and glared at Louis, only to burst out laughing when I saw that his hair was all forward and plastered over his eyes. His arms were still around me, hugging our soaking bodies close. “Fuck you, Tommo.” I laughed, sliding my hands over his hair to smooth it back. God, he looked so beautiful with his hair wet and slicked back.
“If we were alone, we could arrange that.” He whispered against my neck, nibbling on the skin there.
I laughed and hugged his face closer to my neck, rolling my eyes when I saw Chelsea just slipping out of her jeans and shirt, revealing a cute polka dot bikini. “Slow pokes, let’s go, the water’s getting cold!”
I yelped when Louis pushed my bum and flipped me over his shoulder. The water smashed into my face again, and I stayed underwater to grab at his ankles and drag him under. Bubbles flew out of his mouth and I heard his muffled chuckle under the water.
Both of us broke the surface, still laughing, and just in time to see Luke push in Chelsea, who scrambled over the ledge trying to catch herself before tumbling into the pool. Luke cannon-balled in after her. They seemed to be getting a bit more relaxed.
“Gabby.”
I turned towards Louis, only to get hit in the face by a massive wave. “Oh, you’re so gonna get it, Tomlinson!” I shrieked, splashing him wildly, but not creating nearly as big of a wave as he did.
“That was pathetic.” he laughed, approaching me and holding out his arms to push more water at me.
“No! Stay away from me!” I squealed and dove under the water just as the tidal waves threatened to hit from either side.
I kicked away from him, smoothly gliding along the bottom of the pool, heading for the stairs. Oh, he was in for a rude awakening once I got out of the pool and cannonballed in…
I went up for air, and Louis had somehow caught up to me and locked his arms around my waist. “Don’t even think about jumping back in, Gabby.” He growled into my ear.
Kicking at the water as he dragged me to the deeper end of the pool, I reached out to Chelsea for help, who only blew a kiss at me before splashing Luke in the face and starting her own war.
“Help me! Anybody!” I screamed, clawing desperately at the water and trying to not tremble when Louis teasingly nipped my shoulder.
“How many times do I have to kick you fucking kids out of here?”
Louis and I froze at the familiar sound of the custodian’s voice. “Shit, Lou, I thought you said he wasn’t working tonight.” I whispered fiercely to him
“Apparently not.” Louis chuckled, releasing me before shouting, “Time to go!”
“Don’t make me chase you out of here.” The custodian growled, although Louis and I knew it was an empty threat.
This had been probably the tenth time the fucker had caught us.
And you’d think we would have learned by now.
As Chelsea and Luke scampered away ahead of us, Louis whispered into my ear, “We’ll come back later, ya? Have a bit more alone time?”
Of course, I had finished prepping for me and Niall’s first official date twenty minutes early. We were both shy and awkward and awful at doing more than just flirting harmlessly back and forth. Niall and I grew up together, and it had taken him all these years to finally get up the courage to ask me out.
Well, if having an official date at Nando’s could be considered a big step. We had eaten there before! …with our family members…
I was pacing about my room, glancing at the mirror every other minute to make sure not a strand of my hair was out of place. I nearly leapt out of my skin when Niall honked the horn from outside, signalling his arrival. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!
Calling out quick good-byes to my mum and dad, I raced out the door and into the car, grinning at my little Leprechaun when I got settled in.
When he smiled back at me, I felt my nerves wash away. “You ready, Jess?” He asked me with the Irish accent I knew and loved.
The ride there was comfortably quiet and before I knew it, we were seated at a table and had already put in our orders. We both had ordered the spiciest dishes around, and we chatted easily while waiting for our food.
“Okay this is much easier than it is in the movies.” Niall laughed, swirling around his drink with the straw.
“What’s easier?”
“I thought first dates were supposed to be awkward, but I feel rather comfortable.”
I snorted. “You’re such a dork, you know that?”
I was rewarded with Niall’s bright smile, and I caught my breath at the genuine happiness in his blue-green eyes. Had his eyes always been that beautiful?
Our food came, and we happily munched and tried not to sputter our drinks when the hotness of the food burned our tongues. “How can you possibly not be gasping for air right now, Niall? Are you immune to hotness?”
Niall waggled his eyebrows, and I had to stifle an eyeroll when I realized what I had just said. “If I was immune, hot stuff, I wouldn’t be on this date.”
“Like I said before, dork.” But I couldn’t help but smile as we finished the last bits of our food.
“Wait, you have some of the sauce on your cheek. Lemme get it.” I froze when Niall’s fingers reached to wipe off whatever was on my face. I couldn’t help but I notice how his fingers lingered on my cheek.
By the distant look in his eyes, had he felt that spark, too?
“Well, we’re all paid and everything, might as well head home?” Niall got up abruptly, and I hurried to catch up with his quick strides to the car.
We pulled back into my driveway and I frowned. Was it over already? It had started so nicely, but why was Niall suddenly avoiding my eyes now. “Thank you, Niall. The food was lovely, as always.”
“Yup. Had a great time.” He definitely sounded different, and I bit my lip not to complain and ask him why.
“Mkay… bye.” I escaped the car before I wanted to burst into tears. Why was my heart suddenly breaking? I thought this date-thing was going to go so well, and wasn’t it?
I trotted up the steps to my house. I opened up the door—and was stopped by a pair of hands gripping my shoulders and spinning me around. All of a sudden, Niall’s lips were pressed against mine.
He broke it off quickly, looking back and gauging my reaction. I was shocked to the point I didn’t know what to do, but then those blue-green eyes were blinking at me again and I grinned. “Took you long enough, Horan.” I giggled before throwing me arms over his shoulders and going in for a longer kiss.
Niall laughed into my mouth, picking me up and spinning me around. Why? Because, like I had said before, my Nialler was such a dork.
“You’re Stela?” The receptionist asked, bringing my attention back to him. I had been distracted by girls screaming and following a massive white van pulling up to the entrance.
“Yup, that’s me. I was supposed to get here a few hours ago but my flight was delayed and—”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t listen to your sob story right now. Your room is on the third floor, next to the suite.” The receptionist interrupted, sneering at me. “Don’t worry, your room is still a single-bed, small crap room. Enjoy your stay. Hope you can sleep through girls screaming.”
“Thank you?” I said, but he was no longer listening to me.
Sighing and heading for the elevator, I pressed the button to take it up, tapping my foot impatiently. Why did I feel like this trip to New York City was going to be a big waste of my life? The elevator dinged at me and I stepped in, pressing the third floor button and about to press the close door button when several voices shouted, “STOP! HOLD THE DOOR!”
More girls screaming drowned their shouts and I managed to halt the door long enough for five boys to stampede in. The doors shut just before the insane girls could cram into the elevator.
“Thank you so much. You saved us from running up stairs.” One of the boys said. He had a deep, husky voice with a thick British accent. When I turned to face him, I was greeted with big, bushy curls.
“Um, yeah. You’re welcome. Why the hell were they screaming and chasing you?” The five boys were pretty cute, but they didn’t seem familiar at all.
A blonde cutie smiled. “What a relief it is to meet a girl who doesn’t know who we are. We’re in a band. Nothing big.” Was that an Irish accent I heard?
“Nothing big? Don’t flatter yourself, those girls would have grabbed me by the hair, dragged me out of the elevator and tackled you guys had the doors not closed on them.” I was about to ask more questions, like why the green-eyed, curly-haired British boy was looking at me so intensely, but the elevator dinged and stopped at my floor. “This is my floor. Be seeing you, boys.”
“How convenient, we’re staying in the two suites on this floor.” Curly said, dimpling at me.
“Lovely.” I said, walking away towards my room. I slipped my card key into the door and opened it, but before I could close the door behind me, Curly had magically appeared out of nowhere.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Ummm… sure, Curly.”
He dimpled again, and his laugh was adorable. “Harry. But you’re welcome to call me Curly. Doesn’t matter much.”
“What if I called you Dimps?” Involuntarily, I poked a finger into his dimple, which only made his grin grow wider.
“Maybe just stick to Harry or Curly. Anyway, my question?”
“Right. Ask, and you shall receive.” I dorkishly bowed and I was rewarded with another bark of laughter.
“Damn, you’re really funny. I was wondering if I could have your name, and your number.”
Whoa. Wasn’t expecting that. “You think my dorkiness is so funny, you want my number? Did those girls smack you upside the head too hard?” I outstretched my hand, gesturing for his phone. “I’m Stela.”
Instead of giving me his phone, Harry took my hand, turned it palm-side down, and kissed the back of my hand before fishing out his Blackberry and giving it to me. I typed in my number, smiled at him, and gave it the phone back to him. “There you go. Just text me sometime and then I’ll have your number. Now, I’m sorry, but I have to kick you out because I have a job interview in an hour.”
Harry smiled one more time and slipped back down the hallway. I shut the door and pressed my back against it, sliding all the way until I was sitting on the floor. I had just gotten a really cute British band member’s phone number for acting stupid around him.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out, smiling when I read the text from who I could only assume was Harry.
Fancy meeting me at the pool later tonight? xx
I pretended like nothing was, well, distant about Harry. It was a Friday night, our usual Disney movie night. This week it was Bambi—the first movie we had watched when we were had just started dating almost a two years ago.
As the movie began, I snuggled into Harry, my heart sinking when he fidgeted and moved away from me. “What’s wrong, Harry?” I asked. He had never flinched from my touch before.
He screwed up his face and rotated his shoulder. “I’m just a bit sore from the concert last night. Sorry, Kaylee, didn’t mean to give you the cold shoulder.” He tried for a laugh, but something was wrong about it.
Maybe I was imagining it. Shrugging, I returned my attention to the movie, grabbing a pillow instead and hiding my face when Bambi’s mother tried to outrun the hunter.
When the credits rolled in, Harry abruptly stood up and stalked over to the bathroom. “Babe?” I called after him, following my boyfriend.
“One Direction’s getting really big, Kaylee.” He blurted, turning around just in the doorway of the bathroom.
“No shit, Sherlock.”
“I’m serious, Kaylee. Pretty soon, we’ll be travelling all over the world and I won’t be home much.”
I so didn’t like where this was going. “So what?”
“So, Kaylee, I don’t think I can do long-distance.”
Could he hear my heart shattering? It was all I heard. His lips were moving, but I couldn’t hear his words. He was breaking up with me?
“Kaylee, say something.”
“What do you want me to say Harry? ‘Yeah, good idea. We should just stop our relationship so you can live the high life and get rich and famous and fuck all the pretty girls.’ Is that what you want?”
“Kaylee—” Harry suddenly looked wounded.
“Just go. I understand. Have fun, Harry.” I pushed past him and into my room, biting my lip to keep in the tears until I had safely shut the door behind me.
That was the last time I had seen Harry Styles, until One Direction returned to England.
*One year later*
“Hey, Kaylee.”
I tensed at Harry’s voice. I hadn’t heard that deep, husky accent in months. I steeled myself for this uneasy reunion and turned to face him. “Hi, Harry.” God, where did his curls go? I stifled a laugh and failed. This wasn’t exactly the stony face I wanted to have.
He looked horrified. “What’s so funny? Do I have something on my blazer?” He automatically began swatting imaginary dust off of his shoulders.
“Can I even call you Curly anymore?” I reached up to ruffle the mop of hair on his head, but retreated my hand at the last moment.
“You haven’t really called me much of anything lately.” He said quietly, looking down at his sneakers.
“That’s a lie. I’m pretty sure I’ve called you rather nasty things.”
That forced a chuckle out of Harry. “It’s true what they say about the song on Up All Night.”
“I know. I listen to it every night.”
Harry’s smile was so tragic, my heart broke for him all over again. “I’m glad you have someone though. You two deserve each other.”
As if his words summoned my boyfriend, Niall appeared and grabbed my hand. “Ready for Nando’s, babe? Harry, you sure you don’t want to come?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. You two have fun.” With one more heartbreaking look at me, Harry walked off, leaving me alone with Niall.
The song Harry had written for me filled my head.
He takes your hand, I die a little
I watch your eyes, and I’m in riddles
Why can’t you look at me like that?
Maybe there would come a time when Harry and I could set things right between us. But the way that Niall made me feel, that hope I had seen burning so brightly in Harry’s eyes was slowly starting to disappear.
Nobody told me Niall Horan was going to be at the end-of-the-year beach party. He was in that stupid boyband One Direction now; he started a new life and erased the old, bringing with him anyone whose name wasn’t Savannah, apparently.
I had always been a friend of the Horan family; our mums were childhood friends, and I thought Niall and I were bound to be childhood sweethearts. Hell, I was there supporting him when he auditioned for X Factor. But nope. He was cut from the solo acts and then put together with four other boys.
And that had been the last time I had talked to him. Just before he was pulled away by the judges, I had hugged him and told him how proud I was of him.
So now, here I was, pulling up to my family’s beach house wearing one of my favorite bikinis. The sun was just starting to set when everyone started cheering and chanting Niall’s name.
“You’re kidding me.” I muttered under my breath as I turned around to see the ass that broke my heart.
Sure enough, his shaggy, bleached hair was the same as it always was. And God his abs were all I could see—he was already in his swim trunks and his stupid crooked grin was aimed—right at me.
He ignored the both of our families and our friends and made a bee-line for me, which I gratefully declined by darting behind my tall cousin and making a run for it. I so did not want to talk to him. Not while he was shirtless and looking so beautiful and hot…
No. I was done with him.
I managed to slip away to the beach. The sky was getting darker by the minute, and I stepped underneath the lifeguard post. This had been where Niall and I had our first kiss when we were thirteen. I grabbed some of the sand and twisted in between my fingers, remembering how lovely life had been before One Direction.
“I thought I’d find you down here, Savannah.”
I tensed when I heard that ever familiar Mullingar accent. “Hi, Niall.” I didn’t bother hiding the coldness in my voice.
“I want to apologize.” He sat across from me, blocking my view of the ocean. God, his eyes were beautiful. I had missed them.
Swallowing back the desire to just stare into his endless eyes, I dropped my gaze down to the sand. “I can’t imagine why.”
“I’ve been an idiot. I wanted to call you every day since the X Factor, but I was too scared you weren’t feeling the same way.”
What? Where was he going with this? “Feeling?” I dared to look up at him, but he wasn’t looking at me anymore. He was staring into his hands.
“I’ve loved you ever since we had our first kiss… right under here. Do you remember?” I opened my mouth to answer, but he laughed and cut me off. “Of course you do. Why else would we be sitting here?”
“So we lost touch, Niall, because you were afraid I didn’t love you?” I burst out laughing. Niall snapped his head up and stared at me in horror. “You’re really stupid, you know that, Leprechaun?”
He probably thought I was still laughing at the idea of him being in love with me, so I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. I pulled away to get a good look into blue-green eyes, feeling my heart skip a beat at the excitement in them.
“So…” Niall whispered.
“So, this kind of means that I love you, too, babe.” I rolled my eyes and kissed him again, both of our hands searching each other’s bodies as we deepened the kiss.
And to think that we would be kissing each other under the same lifeguard post years later.
“So why can’t you Skype again, Liam?” I asked my husband. I was on my iPhone, curled up on one end of the couch in our family room. My hand absently settled on my swelled stomach, the most recent reminder of the last time Liam and I had seen each other.
“My unit’s on the move, best I could get was a phone call, babe.”
I chewed on my lip. Liam was in the army, discharged across seas and away from our life as newly-weds. “Right. You told me that. Sorry. I’m glad to hear your voice though.”
Liam laughed. I tried to picture what his beautiful face looked like when he did that. “It’s only been a day since we last talked, Chiquita.”
Tears stung my eyes and I choked out the words. “I know. I just miss you so much, Liam.” I inhaled sharply when I felt the baby inside of me give a sharp kick, as if she was saying that she missed him, too.
“Did she kick?” Liam’s voice shook, and I knew how much it killed him to not be with me with a child on the way.
“She misses you, too.”
He was silent for a moment. “Do you remember when we first met?”
Of course I did. It had been ten years ago, back when he was in a band. Who would have thought that a singer in a boyband would have ended up in the army? Or that he would marry a fan?
“When I met you at that meet and greet in Plymouth?” I smiled through my tears, still remembering how excited I had been so many years ago meeting my idols.
“I remember falling in love with you the moment you smiled at me.”
A racking sob erupted from me and I blurted, “When are you coming home?”
“Sooner than you think, love.”
I heard a car door slam outside a half second before a car door slammed on the phone. As someone knocked on our front door, Liam chuckled softly into the phone. “Are you going to let me in?”
I dropped my phone and stumbled over to the door, crying audibly now. I struggled to unlock the door my hands were trembling so much. Throwing open the door, I hesitated for a fraction of a second before throwing myself into Liam’s waiting arms.
As I cried into his neck, he scooped me up in his arms, tucking me into his chest and carrying me over to the couch I had just been sitting on alone. We were both crying, but smiling at each other. When he lowered me down onto the cushions, his hands touched the side of my stomach. His lips pressed against my belly button—I had forgotten this was the first time he was seeing me in all my pregnant glory, other than on Skype.
When he brought his face up to mine and sat on the couch next to me, I pressed my palms to either side of his cheeks, I ran my hands through his curls, brushed my thumb over his jawline… “Is this real? Are you actually here with me?” I gasped in between sobs. Our faces were inches apart, his soft breath brushing against my flushed skin and sending shivers down my spine.
“I’m here, love, and I won’t be leaving for a while.” Liam touched his lips to mine, barely a touch, as if he, himself didn’t believe we had been reunited. He broke the kiss to breathe and I pressed my lips against his again, both of us taking in each other’s taste. It had been months since we had last touched each other, looked into each other’s eyes. “I’ve missed you so much.”
I intertwined my fingers with his, deepening the kiss and placing his hands on the side of my stomach where our daughter was kicking. Liam’s brown eyes widened, more tears spilling. “Is that—God, that’s our baby?” His hands slipped underneath the thin shirt I was wearing and slid it up so he could kiss the skin of my stomach.
My teeth dug into my bottom lip at the sheer happiness on Liam’s face, and, for the moment, my life was perfect—my husband was back with me, and we were going to be parents soon…
