Amber POV:
We were already halfway through our flight and Lilli was sleeping next to me. I rested my head on Liam's shoulder while he read the paper. I had on ear bud in listening to my music and trying to forget about Niall.
I loved him still, but not like I used to. It's hard to explain the feelings I have for him, but the easiest way to say it is, I'd take a bullet for him any day. I let him take advantage of my feelings and that wasn't okay, even though it felt like it was.
I vowed never to talk about that kiss to anyone; I was going to pretend it never happened. That was very hard to do for me since I've never been one who easily forgot things. I guess you could tell that from my grades in school though; Lilli and this new baby had the upper hand when it came to school.
I felt like so many dirty things right now; I looked up at Liam and hated myself. I basically just cheated on my husband. I was being unfaithful to him. How could I ever do something like that to him? But then again, I wasn't going to ever do that again.
I rest of the plane ride, I sat there and beat myself up until I forgave myself. I was still upset about what I did, but decided to get over it; it seemed like Niall was. The rest of that day was just spent being lazy at my parents house. Liam and I stayed in my old bedroom the whole holiday while Lilli slept in my brother, Matthew's, old bedroom down the hall.
We had most of the week planned out; the twenty-third was Jess' birthday and we were going over to visit with her and then Christmas dinner would be at my parent's house. All of Lilli's gifts were in the garage of my parents' house; I sent them money and my mom bought her the gifts she wanted for me. I had the best mom in the world.
The holidays were always hard for me; I used to spend them with Mommom and Uncle Ryan all the time when I was a kid, and now it was just my parents, my family, and my brother's family. It was real lonely since my Uncle Dave went off to rehab again; my family is so screwed up, and has always been that way.
Liam and I decided to tell my family about the baby during Christmas dinner, so everyone would be there; I could hardly wait. My older siblings never showed up for Christmas anymore, so I just decided not to tell them about our baby; we were never close anyway.
The first night we were there, Liam and I settled into my old bed and it started to creak loudly. "What was that?" Liam asked me, sitting up in bed, only making the noise louder.
"It's the bed itself." I didn't even stir from my spot. "It's always been like that, Love. Come back and cuddle with me?"
"Don't have to ask me twice." He laid down and wrapped his arms around me; his lips made a queue down my neck and I felt all of my muscles relax in my body. I loved the way he made me feel, and I loved him to death. "Good night, Love."
"Good night, Liam." I whispered in the darkness to him. This was going to be a great Christmas; I could just feel it.
