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Liam’s here.
We all look at one another.
Ford looks down at Ivy. “Well, are you going to shower and get all cleaned up, or are you ready to let the parents know how we debauch you every chance we have?”
“I think the parents are very aware of the debauching,” Liam says from the doorway.
“Hey,” I greet. “You have perfect timing.”
“Sam got the text from Bill that breakfast was starting.”
“So Sam’s here too?” Ivy asks, clearly very amused.
“Walt and Ed too,” Liam says.
Ivy sits up, laughing. “I need to shower.”
She’s naked, crawling across me to get out of bed, and there’s no way I can keep from running my hand over her ass.
“They could wait ten minutes,” I say, giving her a squeeze.
She keeps going.
“Or twenty,” Liam adds, his eyes on her too.
“You all need to go down and entertain our guests,” she says, padding across the room toward the bathroom.
Her hips have a little extra sway. She loves our eyes all on her.
“I should shower too though,” Ford says, pushing up from the bed.
“You don’t get to shower with her if Harrison and I have to go downstairs,” Liam protests.
“I got dirty with her before they got here,” Ford says, smugly, starting for the bathroom.
“Oh,I’mthe gentleman who lets her sleep, and this is what I get?” Liam calls after them.
I push up from the bed and cross to where he’s standing. I cup the back of his neck, pull him in, and kiss him. “You get this.” I kiss him again. “And my dad’s cinnamon rolls. They really are amazing.”
He hugs me. “We’ll make Ford and Ivy do the dishes and we can shower together later.”
“Deal.”
We make our way downstairs and I pause in the doorway to the kitchen for a moment just absorbing the sight of my family, Ford’s family, and my grandfather’s best friends welcoming Liam into their midst as if he’s been a part of their lives for years instead of just days.
God, I love him so much.
And I almost lost him.
How could I have let him go? How could I have not just said, “Let’s go,” packed up, and gone to L.A. with him?
I’m relieved the show is going to let him work remotely, but I should have been willing to go wherever he went.
I have to be sure he knows that.
I think I’m going to propose to him.
Maybe not today. But someday soon. It should be me. I’m the one who has a hard time with this commitment thing and I need to prove to him I’m done with that.