I kissed Liam's chest. How the hell could such an adorable, gorgeous, sweet, kind, funny, talented and responsible boy, want me? How could he love me as much as I can see he does? I couldn't help but smile. Laying in Liam's arms, I actually felt like the luckiest girl in the world. I got to have a baby with the man I love.
After a couple of hours I was discharged. Apparently, Liam was to wake me up every hour to make sure I didn't have concussion or anything. We'd agreed not to tell anyone about the baby yet. It was so early and we were only just getting our heads around it - we didn't need any interference from anyone else.
"Shall we call a cab or something?" I asked as Liam walked me out of the hospital, holding me tightly to his side.
He grinned. He'd been doing that a lot for the last couple of hours; I actually think he was really excited about being a dad which I had never seen on an eighteen year old before.
