Chapter 33

Bella's POV

I stared, shocked at his last message. He can't be serious. He's joking, I know. He's always pranking me since we were young.

I texted him several times, asking him where he was and to stop joking around. He's not really coming over, right?

I am so nervous right now. I am pacing my bedroom floor. He is still not answering my messages. I am biting my nails now and kept on pacing the floor.

" Don't play with me, Liam! I am serious! Stop playing around!" He's not answering. This crazy man is enjoying his game. Then my phone rang, and it was him. I answered quickly.

" Liam! Where are you? You were only joking. You're at the hospital, right?" I asked, almost shouting.

" Baby, open your door." I paled at his answer. He is telling me to open our door. Is he really here?!

I swear to God, I'll kill this guy if he's lying! I shouted at him and ran to open the door. I forgot to put on a robe out of panic.

I unlocked the door, and there he stood outside my door, looking as handsome as ever. He strode towards me and pushed me inside. I stepped back and stared at him in shock. I can't believe he's here. He really came. He is staring at me with dark eyes and panting.

We both seemed rooted in place, standing there in the dimly lit living room, staring at each other with our breaths coming fast and our focus locked upon each other, as though we were equally afraid the other might disappear.

" Liam," I whispered. Then he strode towards me slowly. I can't seem to move, and he came closer, staring straight into my eyes.

He reached out his hand and cupped my face. I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them again. Liam stood in front of me, and he's staring at me with so much passion and love?

" Hi, baby," He whispered and smiled. I almost fainted with the tenderness I hear in his voice. I wanted to cry.

I said hi back and called him crazy, then I giggled and smiled at him. I can feel my face heating up, probably blushing from head to toe.

" So, you're the culprit," He said in a soft voice, still staring at me how I love to look at those chocolate brown eyes.

I furrow my brows, confused at what he meant by his statement. The culprit of what?

" I was looking for this shirt many years ago, babe. Now I know who took it." He chuckled and tucked my hair on my ear.

f**k! I just realized I'm only wearing his shirt, f**k!. I tried tugging the shirt down to cover my exposed legs. How can I be so stupid! I even forgot I don't have my bra on!

He grabbed me to stop me from fidgeting. He told me to stop tugging on the shirt because I look good and there's nothing to hide. He locked me in his embrace and stared down at me. I'm looking up at him feeling so embarrassed.

I asked him what he was doing. I am so confused by his actions. I don't want to hope that he loves me as much as I love him. I can't let myself go through all that pain when all these ends.

" Holding the love of my life in my arms." He smiled at me and kissed my nose. I stared at him dumbfounded. He kissed my nose and smiled down at me. He asked if he could stay for a while and let him hold me before he's called back to the hospital.

Did I just hear him say 'love of his life? People slap me. I think I'm hallucinating. But he looked so serious, and his eyes are looking at me differently as if I'm precious. I nodded my head and smiled timidly.

He guided me to the sofa, and we lied down facing each other. I am still staring at him. This is all true, and he's here with me and holding me tenderly. I touched his face slowly and traced every corner of it. He grabbed my hand and kissed my palm, staring intently at my eyes.

I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes. When I opened them, tears fell down my eyes. I have prayed and waited for this moment to happen. For him to look at me the way he's looking at me now. To be the center of his attention and hold me like this.

He wiped my tears with his thumb, and he looks like he's about to cry too. He kissed my lips softly, and we both closed our eyes. He holds me as if he's scared to let me go.

He kissed me tenderly at first, dragged his mouth over mine. His kiss was soft and slow at first, then he changed tempo and went from soft to hard and urgent. I kissed back with all the pent-up emotions inside me.

He gathered me closer against him until there's no space between us. We stopped kissing because we're out of breath. He rested his forehead against mine, and we're both panting.

"You're all I think about. You're all I see. I can't sleep because I'm always thinking of you." He admitted to me, looking straight into my eyes.

" Liam," I whispered, sobbing. It hurt so bad to be so happy. My heart hurts at the tenderness and conviction in his voice. He kissed my forehead, my nose, my eyes, then finally claim my lips again. We can't seem to get enough of each other.

He confessed his feelings, and I am so over the moon. If only he knew how much I loved him. How I yearn to be in his arms and how I wanted to tell him the truth. He said he had loved me for so long and that he cannot contain his feelings for me anymore.

I sobbed in his arms, and he held me tight, letting me cry in his chest. Now that he told me he loves me, I am more scared to tell him the truth.

What if he'll hate me when he finds out he's Sophie's father? What if he'll leave me when he knew the truth? He hugged me so tight and kissed my head repeatedly while I cried so hard in his chest.

We don't say anything, and I feel myself drifting to sleep. But just before we drifted off to sleep, I said the four words I've meant to say a long time ago.

"I love you, Liam. So much." I whispered, and my heart ached. He tightened his hold on me and inhaled deeply. He's finally mine, but why does it hurt even more? He grabbed the blanket draped by the back of the sofa and cover it over us.

" Goodnight, my love," He whispered to me and kissed my lips softly. I mumbled goodnight and drifted off to sleep. I was feeling drained and tired, so I was out instantly. Feeling warm and safe in his arms.