dirty little secret [dark l.p]

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DLS is almost over guys :(

Also PLEASE READ THIS!
I want to thank you guys for 65+ k reads, even thought I started this book about a year ago. I sucked at writing for the first half of writing this book, and that's when I honestly got the most votes and comments. I realize the amount of comments and votes I get are starting to go down, which I don't understand why, but I still want to thank you for before. I never thought it would reach 20k reads, but I'm far beyond that now, so thank you, and please enjoy the last few chapters of this book. I understand how terrible I was at writing towards the beginning, and that's why I'm apologizing now. Hopefully as you read, it gets better. But, just thank you so much for continuing to read.

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Liam's POV

Shit.

Absolute shit, is what I felt like lately. Guilty, could also be another word for
it.

My mind started thinking about my son lately, and it flabbergasted me. Knowing that I had a son, who I have never met before, made me feel guilty. I wanted to know what he looked like, and who he was as a person. I know he was only about 2 years old, but it wasn't too late to become a father and get to know him, was it? I don't know, but I know I couldn't live with myself much longer if I didn't see him. I would end up doing something stupid, and I didn't want that happening. I was becoming a better person, and I was no longer the person I was before. I have come to greatly appreciate this lifestyle now, with Emily by my side. Yes, that meant settling down, but that didn't mean marriage. Emily and I both agreed that now is not the time for something like that. Maybe in our future it would, but not at the moment. We were both focusing on our careers, and what our life consisted of. The only thing we were sure of, was including each other in our lives from now on, no matter what. Lia was definitely out of the picture, even when it came to my son. I didn't want her as the mother, knowing it would only ruin something.

I loved Emily deeply. The way she smiled, the way she styled her hair differently all the time, the way she could talk for hours upon hours and I would never get sick of hearing her pure voice, the way she still acts shy around me every time we get intimate, or when she's on the computer taking classes with a notebook in her lap and a pen fiddling between her teeth, and also the way her light brown eyes look under the flash of my camera, and when we lay together she has a way of making us feel like we're talking deeply with each other, when in reality we lay in silence. Most importantly, everything we have been through since she moved here last fall, was enough to know we truly loved each other. Together, we stuck through everything, including death. Death made human beings feel a type of emotion that changed them, and that's what we felt together. Slowly, we mended together. We loved each other, and we both wanted our love to last an eternity.

"Emily, we need to have a talk." I say abruptly, making her turn her head away from the TV. The distant sound of E News filled the room.

"Of course," Emily said, switching the TV off with the remote. I made my way over to her, sitting next to her fragile body that was wrapped in a blanket. She smiled at me, taking my hand in her's, while rubbing her fingers across my thumb.

"It's about something important, that I don't want you to get upset over." I said, and she nodded slowly, her lips in a line.

"Go on." She motioned, still fiddling with my hands. I can she was already nervous, by the way her hands felt. Cold, stiff, and starting to get sweaty.

"It's my son." I carefully said, and Emily's face went a little pale. Her eyes drifted from mine, thinking, before coming back in contact with me.