wanted to, which I absolutely didn’t. Armed to the eyeballs with all sorts of knowledge, I finally reached a place where my panic was turning into a bubble of excitement.
Placing my hands on my stomach, I continued to smile. I wondered what it would be like to feel my baby kick. What I would look like in four months’ time. I was caught in my grinning pose by Liam. He closed the kitchen screen door behind him, forcing my head up when I heard the catch.
“Is it all clear?”
Nodding, I said, “It certainly is.” I remained transfixed, hands on tummy and eyes gazing into Liam’s. Damn, he looked hot. He had grease on his face, grubby torn jeans, and a vest, which he smoothly took off, revealing his tanned perfection of a chest.
“What are you looking so pleased about?” He headed to the kitchen sink and washed his hands.
My eyes focused on his back and the artwork across his skin. I’d had reservations when he’d got himself inked a few years back. The thought of a wrinkly tattoo on an old bloke made me scrunch my nose, but he’d explained, “Babe, you know it’s the time and the memory that counts, that matters. This is about us, you and me, and our future together. We’ve survived the unimaginable and will keep focused and strong. This is about loving and cherishing the moment. It’s all us, babe.”
I knew he had meant every word, and there was no way I could argue a syllable of it. Every time I saw even a hint of his ink, which spread across his back and covered his right shoulder and bicep, I melted a little more inside.
I kissed a patch of it on his shoulder blade when I stopped behind him. He turned around, shaking his wet hands in the sink and held me back. My arms were securely around his waist. “I love you.” I stood on my tiptoes and strained for a kiss. He scooped down to find my lips, pulled away slightly, and pressed his forehead against mine.
“You too, babe. Love you, too.”
I smiled, pinched his arse, and pulled away. “I’m going to go and take a nanna-nap. You off out?”
Nodding, he answered, “Yep.” A shadow passed over his eyes, a look of concern I was never happy to see. Within a moment, it had vanished and a large smile appeared instead. “I’m going to take her out for a test ride. I may stop off and see Craig and Kevin while I’m out.”
I rolled my eyes. “May, huh?”
He shrugged. “I haven’t caught up since the wedding, and I barely said more than a few sentences to them that day.”
I raised a brow. “Sorry, did you want to spend time with your boys on our wedding day?” I laughed.
“Yeah, right.” He stepped toward me. “There was no chance of that. Not with you looking so damn hot.”
Grinning, I welcomed his lips. This man of mine regularly screwed up, was known to say the wrong bloody thing, but then he’d go and say everything right. Planting one last kiss on his lips, I stepped back. “Okay, babe. Just take it easy, and say hi to the boys for me. Can you pick up a takeout on your way home, too, please?”
“Sure thing.” He headed through the hallway toward the store cupboard to collect his jacket and helmet. I considered watching and waving him off, but thought better of it. Every time he sat astride his bike, I couldn’t help it; I melted into a hot sticky puddle of need. Liam would be finding out just how sticky when he returned. And while I had a glorious, glittery B.O.B., one of my bizarre pre-wedding gifts from Ella, I preferred to use that little beauty when Liam was operating it rather than by myself.
I smiled at the thought and headed to bed. With my list sorted, and knowing I was going to make an appointment to see the GP on Monday, I enjoyed the extra bounce in my step as I made my way down the hall. Sometimes life could be pretty darn perfect.
Chapter Four
Liam
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I never got enough of the feel of riding my bike. The adrenaline rush was instant, the freedom immediate. It was exactly what I needed before