dirty little secret [dark l.p]

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Last chapter.. I'll make it a good one. Read A/N at the end.

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-4 years later-

Liam's POV

"Are you serious?" I exclaim, grabbing Emily's waist. Her face is bright, and happier looking than it has ever looked before.

"Liam, I'm pregnant!" Emily repeats, and we both hug each other tightly. I pick her up, spinning her around in circles, my hands gripping her waist gently.

"It's happening." I exclaim, finally setting her down. She sighs, a smile on her face. Our eyes search each others, seeing the same spark of love that has been there for the past four and a half years.

"Do we have any names in mind?" I ask, taking her hand and leading it over to the familiar black leather couch.

"Liam, we don't even know if it's a boy or girl yet!" Emily giggles, her face not much changed since we first met.

"I know, I'm sorry. It's just-" I sigh, smiling at her. "I'm happy."

"I'm happy too." Emily says, her hands finding their way to the sides of my face.

"We need to tell our parents," I say, and she nods.

"Later," Emily sighs.

"You should probably get to work," Emily says, planting her lips on mine. I kiss her softly, before our lips disconnect.

"So should you." I say, getting up and holding her hand still.

"I'll drop you off first, and pick you up around 5." I tell her, as we head out of the house.

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"We're celebrating tonight," I tell Emily, as I pick her up from work.

"And what did you have in mind?" She smiles softly, her fingers playing with the ends of her long hair.

"Dinner. At a very special place." I grin, driving back towards the house.

"Oh, really?" Emily teases, her hand trailing up my arm that's tense from holding gripping the steering wheel.

"Baby, not right now." I gulp, feeling somewhat different about our sexual interactions when she's pregnant. That won't stop me from at least pleasing her, even if it doesn't involve sex.

Emily laughs, her hands running through her loose curls. Her eyes intently watch the road in front of us, spacing out for a little bit.

When we pull in the driveway of our house, we both start getting ready for our celebration night.

"Look, it's that one red dress you liked a lot around Christmas time four years ago." Emily whispered, holding the material in her delicate hands.

"That's the one." I say, coming up from behind her, and wrapping my arms around her waist.

"Time did really pass didn't it?" She asks. I kiss the side of her neck gently.

"It did, and I wouldn't go back and change anything." I say, my chin resting on her head.

Emily smiles, tilting her head all the way book, the smile still on her face as she looks at me.

I spin her around, making her giggle. That's a sound I will never not love hearing.

My lips connect with hers, my hands roaming down her beautiful body. The kiss doesn't take long, heating up pretty quickly.

"Nothing has changed, except our love." I whisper, and she nods.