Liam POV
It takes every willpower I have, every nerve to repel my instincts, for me to peel myself off of her, my Freya. The desire I have in me heats my very blood. But, I can’t, I can’t do this to her. Though my right hand is still on her waist, my left thumb rubs against her cheek.
“Mommy…” Theo’s small voice comes from behind me before I get a chance to explain myself to Freya. That’s some timing, kid.
“Theo?” She pushes me away and gestures for Theo to come to her. “What’s wrong?”
“I had a nightmare.” Freya pecks his forehead as he lays sleepily in her arms.
“What was the nightmare?” I ask as I stroke his soft hair. It still amazes me that this kid exists.
“Patrick and Harry..” Theo mumbles so gently that I hardly take note that he said names. Who the f**k is Patrick and Ha
