I woke up the next day in Liam's bed wearing nothing but one of his shirts. My eyes were puffy, my head was foggy, and Oh god do I feel mortified.
They say confession is good for the soul. I feel completely humiliated for confessing everything. I just want to crawl in my bed and never leave. But I'm not in my bed. I have to face Liam looking and feeling the way I do.
Willow: WHY....
I grumble pulling a pillow over my head.
Moments later the smell of bacon wafts into the room as Liam's big strong frame caresses mine.
He lifts the pillow up slightly peeking in at me with a welcoming smile. He brushes hair away from my face with the back of his hand before kissing my cheek then holds up a cloth.
Liam: Thought you might like this.
He hands me the cool wet cloth and I hold it to my eyes for a minute. He props the pillow under me and holds me occasionally kissing my shoulder.
When I remove the cloth i gasp at the site of a single white lily in a slender clear vase on a tray with a plate of bacon, a buttery English muffin and coffee. Just when I didn't think I had any tears left.
I roll over burying my face into his chest
Willow: Liam. Why do you love me?
He pulls me up to him kissing my lips sweetly while wiping a tear from my cheek. His golden eyes stare into mine with such compassion all my doubt and humiliation evaporate.
Liam: Because Your you! And because since that first moment we met I've felt whole! There is now denying fate brought us together and I have never wanted anyone more than I want you.
I kiss his lips with as much passion as I could muster in my weakened state. He teases me with bacon feeding me like a devoted lover right out of a romantic novel. God, I love him.
Willow: I love you so much.
Liam: I love you.
Liam takes the tray leaving the Lilly while I freshen up in the bathroom. When I return he's lying in the bed with his arms behind his head shirtless. Wearing just a pair of sweats as if he had read my mind about wanting to stay in bed all day, with the look of a man devoted to doing whatever I needed him to do to make me feel better.
I settle down next to him resting my arm over his right chest and surprisingly fall back to sleep.
Liam's Perspective.
My beautiful perfect angle was more broken than I could have ever imagined. It killed me to see her break the way she did. God if that son of a bitch husband of hers wants dead already I would fucking kill him. Rat fucking bastard.
Willow was the most beautiful purist woman I've ever known. To think she's held all this guilt inside because he made her think it was her fault.
I watch as she falls back asleep on my chest. Feeling her heart beat against mine. I fight the tears that threaten my eyes. She's lost a child. I can never have a child. Would she ever want to have another one? I would do anything for this woman, but I could never give her that.
I push everything aside and fall asleep to the soothing warmth of her flesh on mine.