The Bite (Edited)

*Epilogue

9 years later...
I went to the kitchen, grabbing a drink and sitting on the couch. I turned on the TV and leaned back. Suddenly, I heard the door open and I jumped up, setting my drink down. I ran to the door to find Liam taking his shoes off. I leaned against the wall, my arms crossed and a smile on my face.

He looked up and smirked. "Hello, Mrs. LiCastri."

I rolled my eyes as he put his jacket on the hooks attached to the wall. "Mr. LiCastri. Your mom called again."

"You mean, our mother."

I sighed, going to the kitchen and pulling out the Tiramisu that I made today. "Your biological mother called again."

"What did she say this time?" He walked in and sat on the counter as I set the cake on the table, in front of his glistening eyes.

"She was ranting about children."

He grinned. "And what did you say?"

"I said that we just got married a few weeks ago."

"And then?"

"And then she had a whole lecture about her and your father's history." I grabbed a knife and began cutting the pieces.

"Oh really," he replied as I felt him go behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist and his chin going on my shoulder.

"Yes, really," I said, ignoring his affection. I felt him breathe in my smell and when he exhaled, his breath blew gently on my collarbone. I finished cutting and grabbed two plates, placing a slice on each of them.

"Did you work hard on that Tiramisu?" He asked, kissing my neck.

"Yes, in fact, I did," I answered, pulling the plastic wrap over the glass bowl. I went over the fridge with him still clinging on to me and I placed it in, closing it and going back. "But, if you don't want to eat it, that's completely okay. I don't mind having such delicious dessert all to myself, it's heaven for me."

I pushed a piece off one plate and onto the other, now the second plate had two pieces- both for me.

"I never said I didn't want it!" Liam cried. "Let me have a bite."

I used a fork to feed him a bite. "Is it good?" I asked, taking a bite myself.

He nipped my neck as I continued to eat, making butterflies fly in my stomach. "Mmhm. Too good to be true. It's almost as sweet as you."

"Save the sugary words, Liam," I said. "Because the only thing that's impressing me right now is the food on the plate in my hand."

"Now you're just being mean," he said.

"When am I not?" I asked, moving on to the second piece.

"True. Let me have another." I fed him a second. "This is really good."

"Here, you have the rest." I turned around and gave it to him. I walked out and into the living room, sitting back onto the couch. I heard him put the plate in the sink and his footsteps came to me. The cushion dipped under his weight as he took a seat next to me.

I felt one arm of his creep behind me, laying on top of the couch. He scooted closer to me as his other arm went across my stomach and rested on the other side of me. I could feel him smile mischievously as he came closer.

I turned my head, eyeing him. "Why are you so clingy today?" I asked, putting my legs on his lap. I noticed how close his handsome face was to mine. He had always given me a lot of physical affection, despite my giving barely half of the amount of his back to him. He never seemed to mind me always being a bit detached at times, and I liked that about him.

"I've always been clingy," he said, his arms tightening around me.

"True. But today, you're even more clingy," I said, pinching his cheeks.

He wrinkled his nose at my pinch. "I was thinking, my mother's birthday is coming-"

"In a few months."

He ignored me as usual. "How about we give her a birthday present?"

I turned back to the TV. "We can think about it later, we have a lot of time."

"No, let's think about it now. Because I have something that I have in mind that might take a while to make."

"What will it be? Do you need help?" I asked, glancing at him.

"Yeah, a little."

"Is it something with arts or crafts? I know you've never really been good with those things."

"No."

"Dessert making? I'm not great at cooking but I'm good at baking."

"It's not that either."

I gave him a quizzical look. "Then what is it?"

"I mean it has been something Mom has been asking for recently- a lot."

I thought for a second. "Oh! She wants my lemon cake that I let her try a few days ago. Did I tell you she came over?"

He looked bewildered. "No!"

I chuckled. "Oh, sorry."

He stared at me for a second, then he shook his head. "Anyway. You still haven't guessed it right."

"Just tell me then," I said with a casual wave of my hand.

I felt him lean against my face, his lips against my ear and his forehead pressed against my hair. His fingers gently tucked a stray hair behind my ear, he had my full attention now. "Should we make a baby for her?"

His mouth nibbled on my earlobe, making my heart thump unevenly. I hoped he wasn't using his superhearing at the moment. He kissed the edge of my jaw and dragged his lips down the side of my neck. "Should we?" I challenged, the hand behind me grabbed my shoulder, pulling me closer.

"I don't know, you tell me."

I turned the TV off and pulled my legs on either side of him, resting my elbows on his shoulders. "Should we?" I repeated, tracing his chin with my finger.