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She narrows her eyes at me but eventually she lets out a sigh.
“Fine, but at least take it down a notch.”
“No promise.”
She lets out a sweet chuckle and instead of heading to our respective rooms, we stay on the couch, put on a Christmas movie, and finish our pizza.
We might have just moved in together, and for a short period of time but I think we will get the hang of it.
Especially if every night ends with Chloe falling asleep and me being able to carry her to her bed and placing a small kiss against her forehead.
If every night is like tonight, I’ll take it.
19
CHLOE
Liam isa whole different person when he’s around his parents.
From the second that we walked in to his childhood home, he seemed a bit more relaxed and a lot more open.
Not that he isn’t that way back in Chicago, but back home it's as if he has to be the big shot hockey player all the time that has his face plastered all over the city. The few times that we’ve gone out in public, whether to the grocery store or to pick up food, its ass if he puts on this persona that sometimes is still on within the four walls of his home.
With his parents though, it’s as if he’s still the kid that grew up in Missouri and doesn’t have anything to worry about but make his parents happy.
I was a little worried about making the trip down to St. Louis, but from the second that I stepped through the door, I was happy with my decision to come here.
Not only am I getting to see a side of Liam that I have never seen before but his parents are so warm and welcoming that I feel like I’m a part of their family.
His mom, Lynnette, is one of the sweetest women that I have ever met and Liam’s dad Lawrence is just an older version of his son.
Also, the fact that they all have L names is the most adorable thing ever.
Both Liam’s parents have welcomed me with open arms and haven’t judged me one bit about being pregnant with their son’s child while not being together.
And Lynnette’s food is so delicious. I’m tempted to pack up some of it to freeze and keep at home.
I’ve only been here not even a full day and I’m already planning on coming back.
It’s currently a little bit after midnight and three out of the four people in the house are off to sleep. The fourth person, me, is laying wide awake suddenly craving some of Lynnette’s boysenberry pie.
I’ve been staring at the ceiling of Liam’s childhood bedroom debating if I should get up, but my craving is becoming too much for me to avoid.
“One slice would not hurt.” I tell myself as I throw the covers off my body.
Quietly, I open the bedroom door and start to tiptoe over to the kitchen, making sure that I don’t wake Liam who is sleeping in the living room.
When I reach the kitchen, though, I see that my efforts aren't necessary. The man that is supposed to be sleeping is sitting at the table eating a piece of pie.
“Is that the last piece?” I ask a little too loudly, making him jump in his chair. “Sorry.” I say through a laugh.
He shakes his head at me, but there’s a smile forming on his face. “I thought you were sleeping,” he says, taking another bite of his pie, not answering my question.
“I got a strong craving for some pie, so I thought that I would come get a slice before it was gone.”
“Have you gotten a lot of those?” he asks, not looking up at me. The man is deflecting.
“Not yet. I think this is one of the first ones. Now answer my question.” I say, narrowing my eyes at the man.
