Page 118 of Skating the Blue Line
When I turn to see who it is, expecting it to be a nurse to come in to check on me, I cry even more.
Liam comes into the room, looking freshly showered in a pair of sweats with the team logo on them and a T-shirt and just seeing him makes me cry even more.
Why the hell does this man keep bring out the crazy emotions out of me?
Instantly, Liam starts to panic and rushes to my side, checking whatever is visible of my body for signs of distress.
“Are you in pain?” he asks, quickly turning to my mm for help.
I let out a few sniffles and reach over to place my hand against his bearded cheek. He hasn’t
shaved since mid-April. “You showered?”
He nods. “I didn’t want to smell like I cooked myself in rotten cheese.”
I let out a teary laugh and glide my thumb along his cheek bone. “I’m so proud of you. You guys did it.”
Liam gives me a dazzling smile and turns his head slightly to kiss the inside of my palm.
“I can’t believe it either, it hasn’t hit me just yet.” He tells me.
Every part of me wants to close the distance between us and kiss him, but my parents are here,
things will get embarrassing and awkward fast.
My mom being my mom, she notices my dilemma and pats my dad on the shoulder to get up.
“We’re going to go get something to eat,” she says, giving me a smile right before grabbing my dad’s hand and leaving the room.
“You sure, you’re not in pain?” Liam asks, placing his hand over mine, and rubbing small circles along my skin.
“I’m sure,” I say, before doing what I wanted to do earlier and leaning over and brushing my
lips against Liam’s.
I’ve been wanting my lips back on his for a long time, and now that it’s happening, I can’t get enough.
I want more, but there is not so much more you can get while in a hospital bed and have wires everywhere.
“Did I tell you that I was proud of you?” I say when I pull away from him.
“You did,” he says, dropping our hands and letting them rest on my lap. “Is that what the kiss was for?”
I nod. “That and I really wanted to do it.”
“And why is that?” he asks, a smile playing on his lips and his eyebrows rising.
“Because I realized something earlier.” I say, my eyes down casting a bit.
“And what did you realize?” He asks, sitting deeper into the bed until he’s right next to my legs, one of his hands landing on my stomach.
“That I love you.” I say with all the conviction that I’m able to muster. Of course I had to tell him while I was in labor. How cliche of me.
Liam, who was looking down at my hands, looks up with his eyes wide with surprise.
All this time, he’s been the one that has expressed his feelings. I was always the one that denied what he was saying, and never told him that I felt the same way.
I thought it.But I never said it.
