My life is chaos.
Liam and I—we’re not even married yet. And here I am, thinking about bringing a child into the world with him. All because I made a vow. A stupid, emotional vow to a woman who’s done nothing but spit poison at me.
But still... a part of me wants to make her regret every single word she ever said. Every drop of venom she’s poured into my ears.
Then there’s Liam. Why is he suddenly so eager? So obsessed with this idea of having a child with me? I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wonder. But I dare not ask. If I do, we’ll fight. And then he’ll pull that usual trick of shutting me down with, "I wasn’t fighting with you."
So I said it.
“I want a baby.”
I sucked the words out of my lungs like they were buried deep.
He didn’t say a word. Just smiled—that smug, unreadable Lia
