Page 54 of Keeping Our Secrets

I looked at Liam. “You do?”

“Of course I do.”

“I love you too,” I smiled.

He leaned over and gave me a kiss. We must have kissed a second too long because his dad cleared his throat.

“What?” Liam grinned. “I think it's a little too late now, dad.”

“Keep the PDA at the breakfast table to a minimum,” James responded.

“Look at you with the modern slang,” Liam teased.

“This is not the time for smart remarks.”

“Of course, we will keep the PDA to a minimum, sir.”

* * *

One month later…

We had been staying with my dad and Camille for the past month while Liam and I worked for some extra money. After the conversation we had with our parents, we thought they had accepted we were going to be parents. Neither of us expected them to just be okay with it, since it was a huge ask, but we thought they wouldn’t be hostile.

“Are you sure you still want to move all the way to Glasgow?” Camille asked for the billionth time.

Needless to say, our relationship with our parents had become strained since they found out we were going to be parents. Neither of them were happy about me being pregnant, but they were even more volatile about us being step-siblings. I only hoped they would pull their heads out of their asses before the twins were here.

“We’ve already been through this,” I replied.

“I know,” she sighed. “I just worry, honey.”

Camille had easily slid into my life like she had been there forever. Both her and my dad welcomed us with open arms when Liam brought me back over here only a week after we left. Dad couldn’t understand why my mom was willing to lose another child over something so trivial as being in love with Liam.

After all, we didn’t know our parents were together before I got pregnant.

“Sweetheart, they’ll be fine. Liam will take care of them,” my dad assured her.

It all started with telling us we couldn’t kiss in front of them, which we agreed to because we hadn’t planned on making out in front of our parents. Next, my mom blew a gasket when she saw me in Liam’s bedroom, fully clothed, with the door open. After that, they moved their bedroom furniture around so that they could have their door open so they could see down the hall.

They would actually stay awake past their normal time, just to see if we went into each other’s bedrooms.

When I threatened moving back into my dad’s house or even leaving for Glasgow early, Mom didn’t take the hint and kept pushing. When she wasn’t trying to convince me to give up the babies for adoption, she was making passive aggressive comments about what people would think when they found out that I was having my brother’s babies.

And yes, she said brother!

The final deciding factor was when we went to the doctor for our checkup and she told me I had elevated blood pressure. When she asked what we had changed, we explained our situation further, and she posed the question we had avoided regarding if we had another place to live.

Which we did. I phoned my dad in the car on the way home.

The summer had flown by too quick, but we were both ready for the next chapter in our lives. The flat Liam had arranged for us to live in had two bedrooms and was close to the university.

I couldn’t wait to start this new chapter in our life.

It was so close I could even take some evening classes in the second semester.

Epilogue - Mairi

5 Years Later…

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