Chapter 8

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Liam's face was blank. I had just finished telling him my memories.

"That boy hit you because of me," he whispered. That's what you took from all of that? Not that we hated each other or that he hadn't really wanted to marry me?

"Did you not hear anything that I just said?" I asked him in disbelief.

He looked at me sharply," I did, but an ex boyfriend of my wife's mysterious past threatened her and hit her. So believe it or not the rest doesn't matter much to me. Congrats on the brother though, that one does matter to me," he answered. I felt the corners up my mouth turn upwards. You know what even if he hadn't cared for me then he does now. This man is amazing. I grabbed his chin and quickly kissed his lips.

He tried to deepen the kiss but I stopped him. I pulled back suddenly very aware that we were both still in our birthday suits and in bed. Liam pouted since I pulled away. My face heated up, okay time to talk about something... anything.

"What did you remember?" I asked him. Liam's face went from a pout to a large smile. He sighed and laid down on his back. His abs were on full display for me to see with the blanket covering him from his upper hips down... so hot. He looked up at the ceiling and said to me without looking at me," I remembered agreeing to marry you and our wedding night. I saw myself tell you that I love you."

With his last sentence he turned his head to where he was looking at me. I felt myself freeze. I was wrong... this is the first time where I'm happy that I'm wrong! He had loved me before the memory wipe. My face hurts from how wide my smile is.

"What was my answer?" I asked him. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked into my eyes. He is so hot. I married so well.

"You said you loved me too. Then you and I had some quality time fu," I covered his mouth and blushed widely. He chuckled through my hand.

"Don't say things like that!" I quietly yelled. He removed my hand and kissed me quickly. He pulled me tightly against him making it to where my back was fused into his warm chest.

"Why it's the truth?" He said while kissing my neck.
"Are you trying to distract me from the fact that I'm mad?" I asked.
"Depends... is it working?" He joked. I turned to face him.

"It was until you said that," I said groggily. Okay if he's going to do stuff like this then I'm just going to go look at the rest of the house.  Getting up from the bed sadly and going away from him. Suddenly I felt him pull me back to the previous position.

"Wait! I'll tell you everything that happened! I won't use anymore vulgar language unless I have to," he pleaded with me.

"Don't miss a single detail," I told him while pointing my finger at him in a stern way.

He sighed again and started. "When I proposed to you it was night time. We had been fighting earlier in the day apparently and were locked into some room together to settle our differences. When it all started I was just watching us, but I wasn't apart of it. I yelled at you wanting to know why you hated me so much, and you yelled right back that it was none of my business. Then I yelled 'like hell it is' but when I said hell you flinched and I noticed. Then we both went quiet and you started crying. I went and hugged you and tried everything I could to get you to stop crying. I was cracking lame jokes and even making funny faces. Finally you stopped and I asked you why you cried when I said hell. You just said that it was associated with a bad break up. I guess I know what happened now, but you were so fragile in that moment I didn't ask anything else."

He paused for a moment seeming lost in the memory. "Then what happened?" I asked touching his cheek. He smile and grabbed my hand and began to hold my hand after giving it a light kiss.

"We talked about what our reactions were when we found out we were matched. You told me you were mad but ultimately felt relief, you didn't say much. I told you ' honestly I just couldn't believe I was able to have children. Then I realized that it was actually with you. The girl that threw a cake in my face, and I was grateful.' I'm not sure what that was about but, you smiled and then we talked about how if only we had started being friendly sooner then we wouldn't have had to get a memory wipe. That's when you told me that you hated that we would be expected to have a family without us actually being together. So I told you that maybe we could be."

"I got on one knee and asked you to marry me," he said.

"What were the exact words Liam?" I asked curiously. This weirdo is so romantic I wonder how he would choose to propose.

"I said to you 'I know that you didn't get much choice in being with me, but this is going to be your choice. Be with me. Marry me' then you said yes. Thank goodness you did. I could tell from looking at me or him or whatever that I was in love with you," he said.

"So it wasn't just me that had wanted to get married?" I asked him.

"No. I wanted to as well," he said softly.

"What about our wedding night? What did you remember?" I asked eagerly.

"I remember the wedding and it went word from word how you described it. I do however remember us leaving together. We talked about how our new life was going to be. Finally after you said you were positive that our kids were going to have my brown eyes I just blurted out 'I love you' and you paused for a very long time before saying 'I can't believe I'm saying this but I love you too' I got a bit mad and said 'No I don't just love you I'm in love with you.' You just smiled like how you are right now and you answered 'I know Lee! I'm in love you with you too.'"  We loved each other before we came. I sighed out in relief. Thank goodness I married someone I loved.

"Then we did what we did not too long ago and it was glorious," he said with a smirk.

I blushed and threw the blanket over my face.

"Oh come on. You're not exactly innocent while naked with a man in your bed."

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