Page 61 of Falling For Liam
“No, you’re right. You should come. My parents would love to meet you. I just didn’t think you’d want to.” There’s something in his eyes telling me this isn’t entirely true, but my desire not to spend the weekend without him is too strong to question his original reasons for not wanting me to go.
“I don’t want to get in the way.” I cringe at my own backtracking after basically inviting myself along.
“You won’t be. But you’re going to need to be quick—I said I’d be there this morning, and it’s already nearly lunchtime. I just couldn’t drag myself out of bed with my sexy woman.”
“Are you sure? I understand if you don’t want me to come,” I say once again, feeling bad about inserting myself into his weekend plans.
“Yes, now get up before I change my mind.” Pulling back the duvet, his eyes immediately drop to my naked chest. “On second thoughts…” He goes to lower himself onto me but I press my palms to his chest.
“You’re already late.”
“What’s another hour?” All arguments I might have vanish the second his lips wrap around my nipple.
It’s late afternoon when we eventually pull up to Liam’s parents’ house in Bristol. “Lovely house. Did you grow up here?”
“Yeah, I was actually born in the bathroom.”
“Wow.”
“It wasn’t how it was meant to go,” he says with a laugh, but our conversation is cut short when the front door opens to reveal an older version of Liam standing with his arms folded over his chest. His eyes light up when he spots his son, but there’s obvious tension on his face.
“What time do you call this?” he shouts the second Liam opens the door.
“Sorry, time kind of ran away with us.”
“Us?” his dad asks as his eyes flick over to me. His mouth drops open in surprise. My stomach twists with nerves. Maybe this was a bad idea.
“Dad, this is Liv. Liv, this is my dad, Phil.”
“Hi, it’s lovely to meet you,” I say with a smile that I hope covers up my sudden bolt of nerves.
“You too. Sorry, this is just a bit of a surprise. Liam didn’t mention he was bringing anyone.”
“It was a bit of a last-minute decision. Where’s Mum?”
“Inside, getting ready.”
Liam grabs our bags from the boot and I follow his dad inside. “Your house is lovely,” I say, my nerves getting the better of me and stopping me from initiating a more interesting conversation.
“Liam, is that you at last?” a female voice shouts from upstairs.
“Yes, love, and he’s brought someone you’re going to want to meet.”
“Coming.”
We all stand in the hallway in silence as her footsteps get louder and louder, although I can only just about hear them over my pounding heart. Liam must sense my unease because he slides his hand into mine and tangles our fingers together. Glancing over at him, he mouths ‘relax’ and I lose myself in his eyes.
My surroundings vanish as I stare at him, but I’m soon pulled back when I hear, “Oh my goodness, Liam brought a girl home,” squealed not so far away.
A warm hand lands on my upper arm and I’m forced to look away from Liam’s amused face. His mum, Kate, has the same dark hair as him, but her eyes are almost as blue as mine. “It’s so good to meet you,” she says with a genuine smile before pulling me into a hug.
I’m stunned by her over-the-top reaction, and I stutter for something to say. “It’s…uh…good to meet you, too?” It comes out as a question and I wince.
“Do you have any idea how long we’ve waited for Liam to bring us a girl to meet?”
“Mum,” Liam groans next to me. “Do you have to?”
“Yes, yes I do. Between you and your brother, I was beginning to think I’d never get any grandbabies.”
