"You have to tell him."
"He doesn't need to know." I snapped, regretting it when she flinched. "I'm sorry. Just please drop it. I'll tell him if I want to."
"It's not a matter of wanting to or not. It's on how much you trust him. Michael has been with me through everything since we met because I wouldn't let him slip away from me." Kayla said, pointing a finger directly into my face. "If you don't tell him, you'll be risking losing Liam forever."
It was the day after Christmas and I was sure everyone was worried about me as I hadn't gone to my Mom's house, neither did Kayla or Daniella. But the guys didn't mind, even though Liam kept calling and texting me.
"I still can't believe this." Daniella said as she put a head in her hands. She'd lost her first child in a car crash three weeks before she was due, so she knew what I felt like, except her pain was probably worse.
"Me either." I sighed. I'd cried enough for days the night before and I was pretty sure my eyes were swollen and I looked like a mess. "But at least Liam can stick to that one year thing. According to the doctor, I can't have kids again."
I was proven wrong as a new wave of fresh tears began streaming down my face and the girls wrapped their arms around me.
"You said you hate not talking to Liam, which is what you are doing now. Us being here is not going to make you feel better. You need to tell Liam and you two will work through it together." Daniella said, handing me my phone. "I texted him and he's on his way home now. We are going to leave and you think about telling him. Okay?"
I nodded and sat my phone down on the nightstand, somewhat glad they left.
Liam bursted into the room about ten minutes later, causing me to jump to my feet. But he didn't hesitate to pull me into his chest.
"I don't know what happened but I'm sorry I wasn't with you." He mumbled as he practically crushed my body to his.
And I cried into his chest as I told him what had happened.
*
It was New Years Eve a few days later and Liam and I had, thankfully, pushed through what had happened. He kept apologizing for saying he didn't want kids for at least another year, but I didn't care. He'd been just as heartbroken as I was, if not more.
We didn't have sex for that week, which made me kind of upset though I knew why. Liam barely touched me after hearing about the miscarriage, blaming himself.
He got upset because I didn't tell him I was pregnant when I found out, which was the subject of our first fight, which ended with him sleeping on the couch. The girls did move out, meaning the house was a lot more quiet then and the kids got their own room.
I smiled as I put Susan in her bed to sleep. Her and Trevor had wanted to stay up later, but they both managed to fall asleep by nine. It was a little after eleven thirty by then.
I closed her door softly, as not to wake her, and turned around only to stop as Liam stood in front of me.
We'd been fighting a lot within the past few days, and I saw it was taking it's toll on both of us.
"I still don't understand why you didn't tell me." He said as he crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes at me.
"Do we have to do this tonight?" I brushed past him, trying to avoid another fight. "And I told you a billion times, I wanted to surprise you on Christmas."
"But you still didn't tell me." He pointed out. "I had to find out the next morning, and even then you weren't going to tell me. You had Daniella do it for you."
"I didn't ask her to." I said as we entered the room, at which he closed the door softly behind him.
"So what you're saying is that you never planned to tell me?" His voice became angry and I looked over my shoulder and at his dark eyes, which only seemed to grow darker when I looked at him.
"I was going to tell you." I breathed as I sat on the bed, leaning back so that I was propped up on my elbows. "I just wanted to pull myself together as much as I could before telling you."
I hated fighting with him more than I'd hated anything in my life.
"Can we please just not do this tonight?" I asked, hoping he'd hear the plea in my voice. "I hate fighting with you."
I looked into his eyes and inhaled sharply as I saw his eyes were blazing red, no longer blue. It reminded me of Joey.
"No. You said we never talk, so we are going to talk about this." He growled lowly and I knew he wasn't himself, that the vampire in him was beginning to show. He came to stand in front of me, to which I sat up.
"I am sorry I didn't tell you when I found out. I wanted to surprise you but I didn't know I'd had a miscarriage until that night." I explained, ignoring the fear in my bones as he stared at me with multiple emotions flowing through his eyes. "I should have told you sooner and we could have prevented that, but I can't go back and change the past."
I thought he was going to hit me, but he grabbed my chin instead.
And then his lips were covering mine.
The vampire in him had come out, but he definitely didn't treat me like Joey did when it happened.
He kept mumbling how much he loved me, which made my heart swell with the love I held for him.
We went from fighting one second to making passionate love the next.
It was the most memorable New Year's I'd ever had in my life.
