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chapter twenty-six

“Did you enjoy your day Kata?” I had finally got my Ronaldo jersey and the full series of Strawberry Shortcake, my eleven-year-old existence is complete.

“Yes.” I smiled. Even though my birthday wasn’t as important as Amber’s, it still meant a lot to me that our family wanted to celebrate the accident baby. Amber never fails to remind me that I wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Well, I have one more surprise for you.” Eleven must be special, since I’m almost a teenager.


“Yep, but you have to close your eyes and lay down for me, Kata.” I couldn’t contain my excitement, as I fell against my pillow shutting my eyes tightly. I laid there for a while waiting for something to happen.

“I’m waiting.” I giggled, bringing my hands to cover my eyes, so I didn’t peek. I was about to speak again, when my skirt was tugged down my legs, and a wet kiss was placed to my inner thigh. “W-What, what are you-”

Wednesday, May 5th

8:36 a.m.

“No! No!” My eyes shot open, as my body flew from the mattress. I couldn’t breathe. My birthday will forever be plagued by that memory, no matter how hard I try to forget, I remember it as if it happened yesterday. Much like Jessie had taught me, I began to inhale for four seconds and exhale for eight, until my breathing returned to normal, and my heart rate slowed down. Happy twenty-fifth birthday to me.

I brought my hands to my face, wiping the tears blurring my vision, when I realized there were gift bags and roses all over the bedroom. Swinging my legs to the side of the bed, my toes touched the fragile petals of the roses gracing the floor. Liam. A small smile formed on my face, as I grabbed the card from the beside table. Using the pointed end of my nail, I tore open the white envelope, to find a letter addressed to me in Liam’s fancy cursive writing.

To The Love of My Life,

I ask myself every day how the hell did I score you, or why you would choose me of all people to spend your life with. I can only be grateful that you did. You hold the key to my heart and are the gatekeeper to my soul. You are twenty-five today. Twenty-five times more beautiful, kind, smart, sassy, and all around amazing. I love you. I plan to spoil you today, and for the rest of your life. Happy Birthday, mon amour.

-Love, Your Moody Asshole.

I’m the lucky one. Placing the letter back inside the envelope, I walked over to the mountain of gift bags, and floral arrangements. Grabbing one of the smallest bags, I reached inside to find a key to a Range Rover and small note inside.

-Now we can be his and hers.

“It about time you woke up, birthday girl.” I jumped, dropping the box on the floor, as London walked further into the bedroom.

“Jesus, London.” I held my chest. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Not long.” She smiled, embracing me into a hug.

“Happy birthday, beautiful.” I had only woken up a few minutes ago, but I already felt more loved on this day, than I ever had.

“Thank you.” I smiled at London, as she stared at all the gifts.

“I still can’t believe he’s in love, its disgusting.” I laughed lightly at London’s wide grin. “Shit! I’m already fucking this up.” They’re definitely siblings alright. “Follow me, birthday babe.”

“Okay--.” I chuckled nervously, unsure where London was taking me as we exited the bedroom, and began walking down the hall. London turned the nob to the door, two doors down from Liam’s studio, letting me walk in first. “Oh--Oh my God.” I was never able to have a nursery for Cove, so this room, as simple as it is for the average parent meant everything to me.

The room was painted pale gray, while the center wall had a huge mural of a crown with the twins initials, that Liam had hand painted. To the left was a walk in wardrobe with all the clothing we had received, a beige rocking chair that looked lush to sit in, and to the right, on either side of the huge white changing table, were their cribs.

“You’re quiet, do you hate it?” London asked nervously. I turned to her wiping the tears that had fallen.

“No--No, I love it.” I scanned the room again. ”I absolutely love it."

“Thank God. Liam has been an absolute pain in the ass about making sure this room was perfect.” London plopped down on the rocking chairing, sighing ecstasy. “Oh this is heaven.” I laughed, walking over to the cribs, admiring the craftsmanship. This room must have cost a fortune.

“I never got to ask, how come you’re in town?” I turned towards London. “Though, I would be extremely flattered that you came for little ole me, I doubt that’s the case.”

“What if that’s the reason.” I crossed my arms over my chest, not buying her excuse one bit. London and I had something strikingly in common, we lied to protect the feelings of those we love.

“I won’t push you, but I am judgement free.” I walked over to the rocking chair, sitting on the arm, as London sighed.

“Promise you won’t say anything?” She turned to me, raising her pinky.

“Promise.” I locked mine with hers, giving her a reassuring smile.

“Joe and I are getting a divorce.” My eyes widened at her revelation.

“London--I’m so, sorry. Are you alright?”

“Surprisingly yes. I felt like a failure of a wife for not being able to give him children. But the fact that he has been cheating on me for months, made me grateful, I won’t have a child tying me to that son of bitch for eighteen years.” Resting my head on top of London’s, I grabbed her hand, squeezing it in a reassurement.

“So, are you moving here permanently?”

“Hmm.” London hummed, rocking the chair lightly. “Maybe. It seems my whole family is here now.” London looked up to me smiling. “And I have to work on being the girls favorite. Dad already has a leg up over me.” I laughed lightly, standing up from the armrest, stretching my tired limbs.

“Just promise Cove milkshakes and the Disney Princesses, and she’ll be eating out of the palm of your hand.” London stood up from the chair, running her fingers through her hair.

“Noted.” London smiled, bringing her phone from the back pocket of her jeans, looking briefly at the illuminated screen. “Your lover wants me to keep you busy until five.” London placed her phone back into her pocket. “We have spa appointments and full day’s worth of shopping!”

“How exciting.” London rolled her eyes, locking her right arm under my left.

"Ignoring that.”


5:36 p.m.

“Where are you taking me Harrington?”

“We’re almost there.” Though I was going to be appreciative of whatever Liam was about to show me, I hated surprises. The unknown is terrifying, and it only takes a single moment for something to go from happy to heartbreaking. “You’re ruining the essence of the surprise.” I could hear the smirk in Liam’s voice, as he kept his hands over my eyes, guiding me down the dirt and stick covered path.

“You try walking in seven-inch heels.” It had to be at least ten minutes since we left the car.

“Patience, baby.”

“I swear if something or someone jumps out at me, I’m going to kill you, Lionardo.” Liam laughed, halting our steps. Finally. I rubbed the bottom of my Louboutins against the cement, trying to figure out where we were.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, I’m literally sweating.” My palm felt clammy against the handle of my Birkin, as I shifted my weight anxiously. Liam slowly lifted his hand from my eyes, revealing a house in a posh neighborhood. “Am I having a surprise party?” I turned to Liam, confused what we were doing here.

“No.” Liam reached into his pocket, handing me a key tied to a purple bow. ”It’s ours.” My eyes widen.

“Y-You, you bought.” I shook my head trying to wrap my head around this gift. This really, really, expensive gift. “What about your penthouse?”

“I’ll keep it for weekend getaways from the kids.” Liam rested his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him. “We’re twenty minutes from Cove’s school, forty from the office, and there’s a huge backyard with a pool and a playground set.” This man never fails to leave me speechless.

Now that I’ve gotten older, I finally realize the difference between a house and a home. A house is just the building you return to after a long day of life’s trials to rest your head, while a home is the feeling of belonging. It didn’t matter to me where we moved to because Liam would always be my home.

“I love you.” I brought my hands to hold Liam’s bearded cheeks, placing a kiss to his lips. “You’ve spent so much on me though. I would have been fine with a dinn-” Liam placed his lips against mine, shutting me up, as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He lightly bit my lip, moving his hands down my body, to grip my ass.

“Stop. Money is not an issue when it comes to you, or our girls, okay?” Liam rested his forehead against mine. “If you wanted an island, I’d buy it for you.” I smiled lightly, lacing my arms around his neck.

“I just don’t want you wasting money-”

“Baby, my accounts weren’t even dented by these purchases. I know how to handle my finances.” I let out a sigh, before nodding my head, a small smile growing on my face.

“So.” I looked up to Liam. “When are we moving in?” Liam smirked.

“Four months give or take. We can set up meetings with interior designers this weekend.” I smiled resting my head on his chest. “I have one more surprise, though.”


“You’ll like it... I hope.”

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