All Over You

Live Solely For Me

A light prodding in my arm slowly drags me out of my peaceful state, and I groan while rolling over, my hand covering my eyes from the sudden light entering the room. Two small figures stand metres away from the sofa, staring at me with little innocent eyes. I instantly shoot bolt upright and rub my eyes, realising that I must've fallen asleep on the sofa. Liam is nowhere to be found. Hopefully he's not gone too far...

"Can we watch telly?" Lola asks in the most heart-melting voice I've ever heard.

"Of course." I mumble, surreptitiously glancing around the room once again for Liam. Maybe he's in the toilet? I never felt him get up. 

I hurriedly check my phone in case he has gone out for any reason, but have received no messages. The time is barely six o'clock and it becomes clear to me that he must be asleep somewhere else. I flick on the telly and hand the remote over to Gemma. She seemingly knows what to do and clambers onto the sofa while switching the channel to a bright cartoon. I slip out of the room and wander around for Liam. He is nowhere to be found on the entire bottom floor, so I pad upstairs to look around. I sneakily creep around the door to Maria's bedroom and grimace at the sight that meets my eye. My frustration only grows inside me. 

Liam is peacefully asleep in Maria's plush double bed. He's laying on top of the fluffy cream covers with the pillows all shoved to one side. I suddenly flush with fury at how disrespectfully he is treating Maria's things. Though deep down, I know that the only thing annoying me is how he didn't cuddle with me on the sofa after sex. He fucked me and then left, leaving me on the sofa. Why does he always have to leave me after we have sex? Yesterday was a whole bundle of progress but these little habits he has grate on me more than I can say. 

"Wake up!" I grimace, smacking his arm with enough force to release some of my pent up anger.

He stirs and flickers his gorgeous eyes open. They're still captivatingly bright in the early morning. His hand finds the small of my back and he sleepily grins at me, washing away the rest of the frustration that lingers in the room. I revel in the way his palm travels across my body but try to not let the euphoric feeling distract me from the situation at hand. 

"Morning, baby." He swoons in that devilish morning voice. 

"Hurry up and get downstairs, I can't deal with these kids alone at this hour." I sigh coldly.

"Someone's in a bad mood!"

"You didn't even stay with me on the sofa last night?" I huff childishly.

"Oh. Sorry?"

He continues to shrug at me with his clueless expression so I just I roll my eyes at his pathetic excuse for an apology and scurry downstairs to check on the girls. Thankfully, they're both peacefully snuggled up on the sofa and seem too engrossed in the show they're watching to mention Liam's disappearance. Kids notice everything. I did too when I was younger, always pointing out the flaws in my parents' marriage. I didn't know then but I do wonder if that contributed to their poor treatment of little Tiffany. Either way I have begun to learn that it wasn't my fault. I must have been around Gemma's age when my dad started working later hours and my mum began to resent me for it. Just looking at the girls makes my heart ache. I am so glad they have such a loving home with Maria and her partner. This is partly why I am so desperate to be a mother one day; to learn from my parents' mistakes and be nothing like them. 

I head to the kitchen and decide making pancakes is an efficient way to diffuse my upset. I spend ages faffing around with batter to form the perfect mix, noticing that Liam still hasn't come down like I asked him to. I wonder if he has gone back to sleep. It is only when I get to the cooking stage that I realise I may have been acting childishly. Though similarly to Liam, I am fairly new to serious relationships and am often so confused as to how things work. I have never loved someone like this or had so much at stake. I make a special plate of pancakes for him, to apologise for being cold, but I shouldn't have worried as he joins me in the kitchen while I serve up.