Lips are pressed everywhere: My collarbone, neck, cheeks and finally my mouth. Our tongues dance together as he holds me against him.
“You’re truly the best surprise, ever.”
Liam doesn’t give me time to respond as he pulls us under the water. It’s like a waterfall, only softer. We take turns washing each other, both going slow and using extra care when needed. After we rinse off, he gets down on his knees and shocks me when he kisses my stomach. His eyes meet mine, and if we weren’t under a stream of water, I’d swear he was crying.
We dry off and walk hand in hand to bed. If this had been his other penthouse, I wouldn’t be doing this. I don’t think I could bring myself to lie in the same bed as one of his painkillers.
“The ultrasound will be fine,” he tells me as he slides his fingers through my damp hair.
“How can you be sure?”
“I can’t explain it. When you told me you were pregnant everything felt right. I wasn’t worried, or freaked out. It’s like this is supposed to be our moment. I missed so much with Noah and you’re giving me another chance at being a dad to a newborn. I got the older kid stuff down, but I’m actually looking forward to two a.m. feedings. Besides…”
He moves closer and presses his lips against mine, then my chin, my throat and finally trailing his tongue around my nipple until he pulls it into his mouth.
“I told you your boobs were getting bigger. A man notices these things about the woman he spends hours a day studying.” I laugh at his absurdity, but can’t deny that he does stare at me an awful lot.
He moves to the other breast before making his way back to look me in the eyes. “You think I’m joking?”
I shake my head. “I know you’re not joking. I just wonder why you’re always staring at me.”
Liam lies down and motions for me to roll on my side. He snuggles in behind me, pushing his leg in between mine. He puts his arm under my head and lets his hand rest above my boob. I have the urge to rub my ass against him, but I hold back, waiting for his answer.
“Sometimes I wake-up in the middle of the night and wonder how I got there. I look at you, next to me, wearing a ring that I put on your finger and try to wrap my head around it all. I?
?m so fucking lucky you even let me into your life, let alone the fact that you took me back after everything that happened, so it feels like you’re not real sometimes and I have to stare to burn you to memory.”
Liam pushes my leg up and slides into me. “Fuck, you’re still wet.”
My back arches as I cry out. He kisses every available inch of skin he can reach from this position as he thrusts into me. He holds me to him grunting with each thrust he makes.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I repeat. “Don’t stop, Liam. Please…”
He growls in my ear, muttering a string of curse words as he grips my hip harder, pushing deeper into my center.
He slides between my legs. “Touch yourself,” he demands, pulling my hand down to my core.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he says as the moves faster, groaning with each slap of his body against mine. He pushes my knees to my chest switching the angle.
“Harder,” I beg as I take hold of his leg and help him pound into me.
He flips me over and brings his knees up, going to work. His mouth is clasped onto my breast while the other bounces free. His fingers dig into my hip as he slams me down to meet each of his thrusts.
“Fuck, I’m so deep.”
“Oh god… I’m… oh shit!” My legs begin to shake. He quickly twists me so he’s on top, letting me ride out my orgasm. He leans down and kisses me, capturing my cries as he continues to fuck me. Slowing down, he pulls my leg over his shoulder. Each trust is met with eye contact.
“Fuck, baby,” he says as he leans back on his knees. He cries out, grunting and moaning my name as he releases. I take everything he has to offer and more, greedily.
Liam collapses on top of me, spent from exhaustion. I run my fingers through his hair and hold him to my chest as he wraps himself around me.
“As I was saying, tomorrow will be fine,” he says out of breath. I laugh, causing my boob to hit him in the face. He climbs up my body, kissing the path he’s taking along the way.
“We need to sleep because tomorrow I’ll be showing you off all over town.” He kisses me deeply before rolling onto his side and pulling me with him. It’s easy to fall asleep in his arms, but staying asleep and not worrying about what daylight will bring is another story.
My leg bounces up and down while we wait for Josie’s name to be called. My nervousness is tenfold. Not only are we going to confirm that she’s indeed pregnant, but last night I should’ve spilled everything, like how I have a new motorcycle. I never felt there was a good opportunity to just blurt it out, but today I’m realizing there was. When she called me out for smoking, I could’ve told her then, but I didn’t and that makes me an idiot.
I’ve been watching Josie all morning for any type of breakdown, or waiting for the shock to wear off that Meredith has decided to keep the baby. There isn’t any. She said it was a sign that we weren’t ready, but I don’t believe that. I think the “higher ups” knew she was pregnant and just set things in motion for us. Still, I’m torn up about the baby boy we were set to adopt. I question whether he’s going to have a good life or not. It scares me to think the wrong decision is being made for someone who can’t speak up for himself yet.