chapter 7
Hate
As I hugged Liam tightly, I couldn't stop calling his name, "Liam, Liam, Liam..." The emotions overwhelmed me, and I felt like I was going to burst. I had thought I'd lost him forever, and now, here he was, standing in front of me, alive and well.
I remembered dozing off on the door, waiting for Damien's call, but the sound of cries and the sight of red hair had jolted me awake. My heart had racing like crazy, and I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
As I walked slowly towards Liam, I took in every detail of his appearance. He was wearing a big, white shirt that I recognized as mine, and a pair of soft, short pants. He looked a bit disheveled, but his eyes sparkled with tears, and his face lit up with a weak smile.
I felt like I was in a dream, like I was floating on air. I couldn't believe that Liam was really here, that he was really alive. I kept expecting to wake up and find it was all just a cruel joke. But as I looked into Liam's eyes, I knew that this was real. This was my baby, my Liam, and I found him.
As our bodies entwined, our hug was filled with a deep longing and desperation. But it didn't last long, as Liam began to struggle, his hands pushing against my chest, his face scrunched up in discomfort. "Mark, let go," he whispered, his voice laced with a hint of urgency.
But I didn't want to release him. I held him tighter, my arms wrapped around him like a vice. I couldn't get enough of him, couldn't bear the thought of letting him go again.
But then Liam's words cut through my haze of emotion. "You're squeezing the babies," he said, his voice trembling.
Babies? I thought, my mind reeling in shock. What was he talking about? I looked down at him, searching for answers, but his face was a mask of exhaustion and pain.
And then it hit me - Liam was pregnant. The thought sent a wave of emotions crashing over me - shock, anger, confusion, and beneath it all, a deep-seated joy.
My eyes narrowed, my mind racing with questions. Who was the father? Had Liam cheated on me the moment he disappeared? The thought sent a pang of hurt and betrayal through me.
But Liam's next words cut through my anger, his voice barely above a whisper. "Mark, I am pregnant, and you're hugging me tightly while squeezing my belly."
I felt a surge of shock and surprise, my eyes locking onto Liam's. And then I saw it - the fear, the uncertainty, the desperation in his eyes.
"Mark, they're yours," Liam said, his voice trembling. "Please, let me breathe properly."
I was taken aback, my mind reeling with the implications. Liam was pregnant with my babies? The thought sent a wave of emotions crashing over me, and I felt my grip on Liam loosen, my arms relaxing as I struggled to process this new information.