Six People, Three Couples, One Story

Bedroom Floor

Jiselle's POV:

I came home from work only to find my penthouse a mess. Liam was watching soccer on the television while the dog had gotten into the trash and Liam did nothing to clean it up! I lost it. I dropped my purse on the floor and shouted, "What the hell is this?"

Liam kept watching the television as his team was about to score a goal. My blood was boiling. 

"Topolino, drop it!" I scolded. 

Topolino shot up and walked away from the trash. I grabbed the remote and turned off the television just before the goal was shot, causing Liam to get so upset. 

"Why the hell did you do that?" He yelled. 

"Liam, the penthouse is a mess and the dog was chewing on trash! What the hell happened here? You can't just stop everything because a soccer game is on that you can clearly watch later! Clean up my home, then we can talk!"

I stormed upstairs. I was heated and so upset. I have had a long day at work and when I come home, I want to come home to a clean space. Not a pigpen. I laid on top of the bed while I scrolled through my Instagram feed. 

There was a knock at my door. I peered up from my phone and saw Liam stick his head through the door. I looked back down at my phone because I was still mad at him. Liam came into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. He crawled over to me on the bed and stuck his head between me and the phone, looking like a lovesick puppy dog. 

"What do you want?"

"Are you still mad at me?" He asked. 

"Yes! Liam you know I don't like my home dirty. If Bear had done something like that you would have told him to clean it up." I ranted. 

"You're right, I'm sorry."

I looked away from Liam and sighed. Liam kissed my arm, then my shoulder. I knew what he was up to and I didn't like it. Sex wasn't going to fix this!

"Liam, not now." I snapped. 

He didn't listen to me. His lips touched my neck and he began sucking. I closed my eyes and tried to resist this temptation. He left a trail of kissing up to my lips. 

"Liam!" I shoved. 

He sat up and grabbed my hips and he pulled me down so he could force himself on top of me. I tried to push him off but he grabbed my arms and held them above my head. 

"Liam no!"

"I'm sorry, believe me when I tell you that it won't happen again," Liam promised. 

"It better not!" I said as I tried not to smile but ended up anyway.

"It won't." He stated. 

"Fine," I pouted. 

Liam smiled and I ordered, "Get these clothes off of me!"

***

I woke up the next morning, feeling sick again. I slipped out of bed and tiptoed into the bathroom. I tried to settle my stomach as I looked up at the mirror. Why is this happening? Then, it hit me. Without a second thought, I dug under the counter and found a box of 1st Response. I opened the box and took a pregnancy test with me. 

I sat in the bathroom with the door locked, while Liam was still asleep. I was waiting to get the results and just as my timer went off, I peered down at the pregnancy test and lost my breath when I say the word, pregnant.