Dusk Till Dawn (A Liam and Ally Story)

Chapter 99

Ally's POV

My eyes flutter open, and I cringe at the sight of the bright light in the room. I slap my hands against the bridge of my nose, blocking my sight. I let out a small moan. I shift my weight to the side as my head begins to ache. I uncover my eyes and see Liam sitting on the couch. I raise my head and look at him as he looks at me with his eyes. "Liam?" I question.

He shakes his head, leaning over and locking his hands together. "Actually, Kris," he replies.

I nod slowly, a little disappointed. I recall Liam's injury. He hasn't waken up yet, to my knowledge. "I'm sorry," I said.

"You're fine," he responds. His eyes vary, and his expression saddens like a lost puppy. "I should be the one to apologize," he speaks gently and hoarse. I crease my brows and grab a hold of the sheets. I listen intently on what he has to say. "While I was Liam, I treated you terribly. I said a lot of things that were not true and things that Liam will never say to you. At first, I was mad at him because I thought he broke Cheryl's heart. I guess my anger transferred to you. But I know the truth now. Cheryl was ready to break up with him and be with me. And that made me realize how bad I was to you. And I hope you can forgive me."

I smile and nod my head. "I forgive you, Kris," I answer him. "Whatever you did, it's all passed me. I'm over it."

Kris furrows his eyebrows as if he was reading me. He scratches his bottom chin. "Allyson, I don't get you," he states.

"What do you mean?" I question.

"You are different from other girls," he begins. "You display so much positivity and kindness. Most girls would probably hate me or ignore me, except you...why?"

"It's better to move on than to hold on," I explain. "I forgive you because you have your reasons, and you confront it with me, unlike some guys. They choose to ignore a problem or the lies they stated." I lower my eyes, feeling a rush of emotions hitting me as I rewind back to the moments I confronted Liam with his lies.

"Hey," Kris whispers. "Look at me." I did as he commands, and he continues, "Forgive him. He didn't tell you because he wanted to protect you from his other life, and he was correct. You were not able to adjust to his work, and you could barely handle the spy stuff."

"I know," I reply. I let out a small grunt, feeling my stomach getting queasy. "But I think I can do it."

"I'm sure you can," he replies. "But is it something that you want to pursue for the rest of your life. The store and the agency is pass down to Liam, so unless he tells our father that he doesn't want them, which is unlikely, you will be stuck waiting on him."

"I mean..." I pause, feeling my head aching with my stomach bubbling from the inside and his words... "I don't know. I'm sure we can make it work."

"I'm sure," he replies. "I don't want to see you in pain once more because of my brother. But it's up to you. Whatever works for you."

I cover my mouth, feeling something coming up my throat. "Excuse me," I pardon myself. I let out a gag before rushing to the bathroom. I open the bathroom door and bent down in front of the toilet. I lift the seat up and release everything out. I close my eyes, not being able to bear the mess.

After a couple of seconds, I pull down the handle and the nasty mess vanished in a swirl. I grab a grip on the counter and pull myself up. I look at myself in the mirror, silently panting.

Morning sickness...

I turn on the faucet and cup my hands for the water to fill up. I lean my head and take a sip of water. I rinse my mouth and then clean my face. I raise my head until my eyes met my own eyes through the mirror. For the first time, I see my face with a lighter complexion than before. I place my hands on my stomach, turning to the side and seeing how small my stomach is. In a few months, my stomach is going to grow, and I'll be holding my own baby in my own arms.