“Ellie,” he says tenderly.
“I’m scared, Liam.”
“I know, baby.But, you’re going to beat this thing and I’m going to be right by your side.”
“No, I mean, okay, Iamscared about that, but I’m more worried about you feeling as if you’re forced to be with me.”
“Ellie, if anyone is being forced here, it’s you.I practically had to kidnap you from the hospital to get you here.”
“I fucked up, Liam.”
“You did.”I close my eyes as his forehead drops down to touch mine.“Ice, look at me.”I slowly do as he asks.He pulls away far enough away so I can focus on him.“You fucked up, but I did, too.I should have stayed and talked things through with you all those years ago.”
“You were under club orders, Liam.”
“I fucking love my brothers, Ellie.I love this club, it’s home, baby.”
“I know…”
“But, Ellie, you’re my world.I didn’t show that to you back then.I even made it worse by letting you leave and not coming after you.I fucked up.”
“I love you,” I whisper, unsure of what else to say.
“And I love you.This is it, Ellie.Most people don’t get a second chance.To my way of thinking, this is probably our third or fourth chance.We need to grab it with both hands and not let go.”
“Together,” I murmur.
“Definitely together, Ellie.”
“You’re not signing on to anything great, Liam.I look like something out of a Stephen King novel and you heard what the doctor said about?—”
I stop when he puts his fingers against my lips.
“We fight like hell, together, Ice.You’ll beat this because we have our whole lives in front of us.I want children with you.I want to grow old with you.”
“I might not ever be able to have children, Liam, and with all of this…”
“Look at Dani and Crusher, Ellie.Do you think they look at that brood they have as anything less than theirs?”
“No,” I admit.
“Let’s take all of this one step at a time.Okay, baby?”
“One step at a time,” I repeat.
“Hand in hand,” he adds, his fingers brushing across my knuckles.
“Hand in hand.I’ll never let you down again, Liam.”
“We might let each other down, Ice.That’s part of being human, but we’ll work it out.Won’t we?”
“We’re still not getting married,” I warn him.
“We are.The preacher is coming out to the club in two days.You are most definitely marrying me.”
“Liam, I can’t.I refuse to marry you looking like this.”
“You’re gorgeous,” he argues, causing me to roll my eyes—even if it’s painful.