LIAM

"You fucking kissed her?!" I asked again. 

Never act on anger.

I could see Delilah out of the corner of my eye, somewhat fearful and shocked at my reaction. Though I don't know why the fuck she was surprised. She hid this from me, and I'd trusted the fucking man to help her when I wasn't there. 

"Look man, I don't want to fucking argue. Things got out of hand and I thought I-"

"You would what? Shove your tongue down her throat to make her feel better?" 

"That wasn't my intention," he muttered.

Jesus, was I fucking paranoid or did I see a hint of amusement in him? 

"Bullshit," I hissed, shoving him further back. "You knew exactly what you were doing."

"Please, Liam, let him go," I heard Delilah beg.

No stress for Delilah.

Think of your baby.

I myself  shoved off of Brian, making sure to push him against the wall once again. I wanted to say so many things to Delilah, but I wouldn't, not in front of him. Whatever we needed to discuss would be done in private, without giving Brian the pleasure of witnessing a fallout between us. That's what he'd wanted in the first place. 

"Don't you fucking dare try to pull that shit again," I snarled, attempting at a quiet voice so as to not wake Adrian up.

I could see the unspoken apologies written all over her face, pleading for me not to be angry yet I knew that I wasn't going to listen, not then anyways. It was best for me to cool off before even speaking to her. She should have told me.

"You shouldn't have left her alone," Brian said, interrupting my train of thoughts. My hands balled into fists at the words leaving his fucking mouth. Now he was testing me. "You should have see the state I found her, she was damn close to losing it and if you cared about-"

Rage blinded me. Before I knew it my fist flew through the air and onto his face, hearing a cracking sound when it made contact with his nose. That was enough to make Brian snap, his police training kicking in as he pushed me back, swinging at me, but I managed to avoid the hit, ducking and aiming towards his gut.

Faintly, I heard Delilah screaming for us to stop, and the shaking of her voice let me know that she was crying. I let him go, sneering for him to get the fuck out our home. 

I saw him glance over at Delilah, the tears in her eyes stopping me from doing something utterly stupid.

"Get out, Brian," she said, her small hands  in fists to her sides. She was angry, hurt. 

Brian wiped the blood from his probably broken nose with a regretful look. "Delilah, I'm sorry I thought he knew."

"Just leave." 

"Delilah, I'm-"

"Get out!" Her voice cracked at the end, I realized this was hurting her far more than I anticipated. 

"Get the fuck out," I told Brian. "Now, or I won't give a damn who the hell you are."

Delilah lowered her gaze; I could sense the fear radiating from her, anticipation of the discussion ahead of us. I wasn't going to 'discuss' anything with her, not at the moment, not without calming down. It seemed to take Brian an eternity to drag his ass out of the house, but as soon as he did, Delilah was in front of me, trying to take my hand in hers to study my bloodied knuckles. 

I didn't stop her; already aware that she felt guilty. 

"I'm so sorry, Liam," she whispered, those eyes of hers saying more than words ever could. 

I believed that she didn't kiss him back; I trusted her. However, the fact that she wasn't honest with me was bothersome and irritated me to no end. I'd fucked up by not telling her straight away what happened with Carissa, I understood that, but at least I didn't let weeks pass by.

"Let me help clean you up," she said, taking another look at my hands.

"No, just..." I sighed, shaking my head and breathing once again through the anger. "Just don't, Delilah. We can talk later or tomorrow."

"We have the trip tomorrow, Liam and Adrian will be there. Isn't it better to talk about this now?"

"It isn't better," I muttered coldly. "I'm going to say shit I don't mean and I don't want to hurt you, so please, Lilah, let's just wait 'til I've calmed down, okay? I'm going to clean myself up. You should go to bed."

I pressed a kiss on her forehead, lingering enough to show her comfort but then walk away. 

I locked myself in the restroom in the hallway so that Delilah had the room to herself, and I could have sworn I could even hear the sadness in her delicate footsteps. I rinsed off my fists, letting the blood, that was mostly Brian's, run into the sink and disappear down the drain.

He'd fucking kissed her.

I was more angry at the fact that I'd trusted him to keep her company as her friend while I was gone. I hadn't hesitated in calling him because Delilah trusted him. Now there was no doubt in my mind what his intentions with her were. I groaned, dragging my bruised hands over my face.

She had looked terrified.

I thought Brian had cared about her but the flicker of satisfaction couldn't fool me. He did care about her, yet not her well being with me. And it wasn't jealousy (though that was there) it was the plain and simple fact he'd dismissed our relationship like that. 

He'd hurt her. He probably knew that Delilah hadn't said anything and still spoke up in an attempt to cause problems between us

I wouldn't allow it to, but damn it... The thought of another man forcing himself on her infuriated me. I was possessive over her, I realized. Not in the way of not wanting her talking to anyone or alienating Delilah from her friends, but in the way of not wanting another man  touching her, lusting over her. 

Sighing, I finished cleaning off my knuckles and took several deep breaths before making my way to the bedroom.  

A curled up figure on the bed, covered up with the blankets was the first thing I was. I knew she was awake by the way her body tensed when she felt my presence. I brushed my teeth then undressed, lying down next to her, yet not really touching her.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, placing an arm over my face.

I heard her sigh. We would barely get any sleep and we had to be up early in the morning for our trip. The only good thing was that Adrian could sleep through a tornado, so at least he'd be getting some rest.

"Lilah, I asked you a question."

"I heard you," she said quietly. "There was a lot going on with the babies and all the stress, I didn't know what to do. I know I should have told you though..."

"You should have."

"Are you mad at me?"

There was no point in lying. "Disappointed actually. I would have liked to learn it from you and not from someone else, sure as hell not from him."

I heard her let out a shaky breath, and I knew she was on the verge of crying. I bit my tongue and turned on my side, my chest to her back and pulled her close to me. Her body visibly relaxed when she felt me holding her.

"I really am sorry," she whispered. "And I'm sorry you had to find out this way. I just really didn't know what to do."

I didn't reply but didn't let her go. If I did, I knew the worry would keep her awake all night and she needed the rest. That was my priority. We could discuss Brian later... Or maybe not at all.

He wasn't worth our time.

*****

"Little man doesn't want to wake up," Leo chuckled, watching how his grandson rubbed away the sleep off his eyes. 

"You wanted a trip," I yelled back to Adrian who was walking over to the car. Nevertheless, at the mention of the trip he mustered a small smile and placed a backpack full of clothes in the back of the SUV.

It was only four in the morning, but the trip to Washington DC would be at least a six hour drive; a long six hour drive that would probably be more like eight because of Delilah's constant need to pee. 

"Is there anything else we're forgetting?" Delilah said, running her hands through her long dark hair. She was wearing jean shorts that I could tell didn't really close around her bump anymore (she was using a hair tie to hold it closed), and a purple tank top that showed it off. 

She could make me forget that I was pissed just with those eyes of hers.

We were barely talking; I wanted to avoid saying anything I may later regret, and she clearly was keeping her distance until things cooled down. 

"I don't think we're forgetting anything," said Maria, placing her hand on Delilah's arm. "Besides, it's not like you should carry anything, darling. Just get yourself in the car and wait for us."

Delilah rolled her eyes. No one wanted her to move a single finger, something that annoyed her. "I can help carry stuff," she mumbled.

"Not when we're all here to help," her dad said.

It was good to have this trip with her parents. Delilah would get to spend some much needed time with them and they would get out of the city which they didn't do often. 

Once we finished loading the SUV, Delilah's parents and Adrian settled in the backseat while she decided she'd be the DJ during the ride. 

We took off, yet it felt so off, awkward. I glanced over at Delilah, she was resting her head on the window looking out at the dark sky, her hands on her lap. 

There was two choices: Hold on to a grudge for this, for her not telling or hold on to her, and let go of resentment she really didn't deserve. No matter if she would have told me or not, I would have still been pissed. 

It had been the same situation with Carissa, I'd debated a lot whether or not to tell her so I understood that it was a difficult position. 

I sighed, taking her hand in mine and kissing the back of it. A smile lit up her face, brightening the dimness that had temporarily been there. I could be walking through hell itself, but with her next to me I wouldn't feel the burn. I wasn't going to let any third parties destroy what we had. 

"Ready for our next adventure?" 

She nodded, and for that moment in time, everything was okay.

*****

A/N: Liam loses it and then Liam controls himself.

New mindset perhaps?

If he didn't trust Brian then, it's clear he won't trust him now. You think he's wrong for that?

The next two chapter are quite light and then... Well, chaos.

It's stretching out a bit more than I intended, but we really are near the end now.

As always, thanks for reading!

-Luz<3