Liam’s P.O.V
It’s around 7 A.M when the buzzing of my phone awakes me. Mackenzie lays next to me, looking so peaceful and calm; something I haven’t seen her do since I met her and I’m glad that I’m the one bring her peace. Without even looking to see who is calling, I send the caller to voicemail not caring who is calling at this moment in time. Though whoever has decided to call is persistent as I hear the buzzing of my phone again, so I grab it to see who is calling. An old picture of Danielle and I is the screen on my phone and her name sits under it signaling that she’s calling. I quickly leave the room so I don’t wake Mackenzie up before answering.
“Danielle?” I question.
“Liam, Thank god you answered!” She said as relief filled her voice.
“Is something wrong?” I ask wondering what could be so urgent that she needed to call me.
“Liam… I’m uhh.” She mutters before I cut her off.
“Danielle just spit it out!” I sneer.
“I’m pregnant and it’s yours. You have to get on the next plane to London so we can figure this out.” She says and I feel like my world is about to explode.
“I’ll be there in the next 24 hours, I’ve got to go.” I say quickly before hanging up.
Running into the bedroom without thinking, I grab my suitcase and begin packing all of my stuff into it before going to the kitchen. Looking through all of the drawers, I finally find what I’ve been searching for; a piece of paper and a pen. I scribble down a few things before putting it on Mackenzie’s bedside table hoping she won’t hate me.
