I'm keeping on track
I know you're my purpose
Yeah, it makes me nervous
But there's no going back
‘Cause all the roads they lead to
A boy like you

-Boy Like You by Weslee

*****

DELILAH

Liam and I laid on the blanket bed he had made on our living room floor. We'd hardly slept; spent the night talking and kissing and making love after the surprise proposal. We drifted between sleep and sex, every time more intense than the one before. It was safe to say that we were starting our honeymoon way before our wedding.

We couldn't get enough of each other, that would never change. My eyes closed when he brought his lips to mine, kissing me once again with so much passion it took my breath away. He was the happiest I'd ever seen him.

I moaned softly into his mouth when he pulled me closer to him, his lips moving hungrily against mine. My back arched on its own accord, needing him yet again. 

I turned on my side, lifting my leg and letting Liam settle behind me. I bit my lip, feeling him nudge me with the tip of his erection, his lips at the nape of my neck. He pushed into me with a single thrust, no warning, no objection on my part. 

Fingers digging into my hips and lips kissing whatever skin available to them, Liam delivered me every bit of pleasure that he could... More than I could take. I squeezed my eyes shut, letting myself forget about everything other than his touch, everything other than the way he filled me up. 

I moaned, throwing my head back, savoring the moment.

I heard his ragged breathing, my name leaving his lips with a grunt as his pace sped up. A hand gripped my breast while the other held me in place as my lips parted in a loud moan while I came undone in his arms yet again. 

"Fuck, Lilah," he breathed, letting go inside of me. 

I was panting, feeling like I had just run a marathon. I smiled satisfied and placed my head on his chest while we regained our breath.

"What time is it?"

"Four, I think."

"We need sleep," I grumbled. Liam chuckled, running his fingers down my back. "That was the last round for tonight."

"Or the first for this morning," he said with a smirk. I nudged him but he squeezed me tighter.

So many of my decisions had been questionable but somehow, they all led me to this moment. The girl that never wanted to get married, that was too afraid to commit was now engaged and expecting her second child.

It's ironic how life works. The things you don't think you ever want are the ones that end up meaning the most to you.

"When do you want to get married?" I asked Liam, drawing patterns on his chest with my fingers.

"I'd marry you right now if you wanted to." That was the answer I knew he'd be giving me. 

I straddled him, my 'just fucked' hair falling over my face and a slow smile crept on his face. I couldn't believe this man was mine, that he'd chosen me to love and spend the rest of our lives together. 

Brown eyes that were untamed in their lust and desire yet loyal and loving; even after all these  years, all they could see was me. 

"I thought we were done for the night," he said teasingly.

We were done for the night. I had one question in mind though, one that I would probably always want to know and no answer would ever satisfy me.

"Why me?"

Liam gave me an incredulous look. "Why not you?" He countered, running his hands down my waist before setting them on my hips.

"Well, after everything that happened... After everything I did, I never thought we'd get back together, much less get engaged."

"Your mistakes don't define you, Lilah."

I returned his smile now, feeling better about myself. Regret is an evil thing. It makes you doubt yourself, your decisions... It makes you feel like you can't be better than the person that made those mistakes. 

Not anymore. 

I'd made mistakes, things that I would always wish I could take back. But I knew I was right where I needed to be.

"I want a summer or fall wedding," I said with a smile. "Maybe two or three months after the baby comes."

"We can do that," Liam murmured.

"I want doves and butterflies and candles and so many roses and every other type of flower out there."

"Whatever you want," he chuckled.

"You don't mind? I may turn into a bridezilla."

"All women do."

I narrowed my eyes at him while he arched a brow, daring me to defy his point. I wasn't sure that I could, so instead I leaned down as much as I could and kissed him. 

"Will you still love me when I turn into bridezilla?"

"You're preggozilla right now and I still proposed, didn't I?" 

I giggled, placing another kiss on his lips. This was the happiest I'd ever been in my life, and it felt good. 

*****

I woke up several hours later, my body sore and still exhausted even after resting. Liam's arms tightened around me when I shifted, a low grumble of protest leaving his throat. "I need to pee," I said quietly.

"Oh, okay." He pulled away from me and I shook my head, walking over to the restroom. I brushed my teeth, already thinking of where I wanted to go out for breakfast and slipped into the shower, letting the cool water numb my aching muscles. 

I sighed content, closing my eyes while the events of the past twenty-four hours replayed in my head like something out of a movie. The smile on my face was unavoidable, as were the constant heart flips and butterflies taking flight in my tummy - and it wasn't just the baby moving. 

Liam, as always, joined me in the shower which took much longer than it should have due to all the kissing and playing around. It terrified me to be this happy; it was so surreal. It was almost too good to be true. 

After we changed, we took off and I settled for a good old McDonald's breakfast. We waited for Chris and Jo to arrive with Adrian hidden behind a booth and annoying other customers with our PDA. No one could bring us to care, not with this new step we were going to take in our lives. 

"Would you still love me if I shave my head?" I asked Liam out of no where. He gave me a curious look.

"Is this the famous 'will you still love me' game that all girls play?" 

"All girls?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "What 'all girls' are you talking about?"

"Never make a pregnant woman jealous boy," an older woman from the booth behind us said. She stepped out of her seat, her gray hair up in a bun, the lightest blue eyes I'd ever set eyes on staring back at us with a smile. 

"I'll keep that in mind," Liam said with a chuckle. 

"How far along are you, dear?" 

"Twenty weeks," I replied.

"May I touch?" 

Through the happiness in the woman's eyes I could see a hint of sadness and something told me to give her the happiness that only a baby could provide. I stood up, taking the frail woman's hand in mine and placing it over my belly. Our very active boy moved, kicking firmly against the woman's hand. She smiled and nodded.

"Very active. It's beautiful, isn't it? Feeling life inside of you, sharing it with the person you love," she said, gesturing towards Liam who hadn't lost his handsome smile.

"It is," I agreed. 

"How long have you two been together?" 

"Ah, that's actually quite a complicated story," Liam said, scratching the back of his head.

"Those are usually the strongest ones." The woman paused for a moment, distant- as if remembering something from her past. "I should get going, my dear, but it's been very nice such a happy young couple that is so in love. I wish you all the best."

Liam and I thanked her but as she was about to leave she turned to us, lips pressed together as she considered what to say next. 

"May I give you some advice?"

"Of course," Liam and I replied at the same time. 

"Love isn't easy. There will be days where you want to throw everything you can find at him, and there will be days where you will want to leave her hormonal self locked up in the bedroom," she said with a sad smile. "But love like yours, the same love that I had with my husband, is strong. It's given the hardest tests because it can withstand anything, even the passage of time. Love this strong transcends death, I can tell you that much. I've lived it. Don't give up on each other. Be each other's pillar. Take it from this woman who was married for forty-seven years."

My eyes widened at the amount of time; she knew what she was talking about. I opened my arms to hug the woman and she returned it immediately, rubbing my back soothingly. 

"Thank you... Uh, what should I call you?" I asked her.

She shook her head, giving my arm a gentle squeeze. "You don't need my name, dear. Just remember what I've told you."

Before Liam or I have the chance to say anything, the woman walked away, leaving a kind of comfort that I'd never felt before. Liam looks just as stunned, pulling me to his chest as soon as I sat down next to him.

"I'd love you with or without hair; with or without make up, just like I know you'll love me when my dad bod starts to develop."

I nudged him playfully. "It hasn't and it's been eight years, Liam," I said rolling my eyes. "Men are lucky bastards," I added under my breath. 

Liam chuckled, tilting my face up and kissing me. 

Jo and Chris arrive with a happy Adrian, who eagerly devoured a Happy Meal without paying much attention to anyone else. I was tempted to do the same thing, and I asked Liam to buy me one as well. 

"He's just so into you," Jo said with a laugh.

"And you're so into him," I replied pointing at Chris who was in line with Liam and Adrian.

She looked like she was about to deny it, but in the end simply sighed. "Yes, I am." 

I smiled at my friend, looking over at the three men that played such an important role in our lives. Everything had fallen into place; we'd found the broken pieces and glued them all back together.

This was our life now, and every bit of it was perfect.

*****

A/N: Another happy chapter:)

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this one as well. 

I'm so ready for the next one. 

Ahh, 5 Chapters left.

Thank you as always for reading!

-Luz