Page 108 of Spiralling Skywards
I think we both stopped breathing as Maggie spoke. Liam sat forward, and I moved out of the way to give him room. I also wanted to gauge his reaction to the news.
He cupped his hands over his nose and mouth and closed his eyes.
“You get all that, little brother, Sarah?”
“We got it.”
“Told ya the cunt was making it all up—sorry, Sarah, but there’s no other word to describe that woman.
“Don’t be sorry, I couldn’t agree more.”
“You okay, Lee?”
“I am, yeah. I knew the kid wasn’t mine, but I’m glad the truth’s out there for everyone now.” Liam looked at me as he spoke.
“Well everyone’s harking on about it, Mum and Dad know, so you can expect calls from them. Marie too probably.”
“No worries, I’ll wait for their calls.”
“Okay, well I’ll leave you to do more begging and getting on with asking Sarah to marry your pussy arse.”
“Already on it, Mags, already all over that shit.”
Liam winked at me as he spoke, I may have dissolved into a puddle and disappeared into the mattress.
We both said goodbye and laid back down on the bed. Liam pulled me towards and then on top of him.
“What’s going through your head, pretty girl? Don’t go quiet on me.”
I laced my fingers together on his belly and rested my chin on them so that I could look at him.
“I’m not sure,” I told him honestly.
“It’s like it’s a big deal, but it’s not.”
“I always knew she was lying.” He tucked my messy hair behind my ears. “I was more concerned that you would always wonder.”
I shrugged with one shoulder.
“I probably always would have.”
He nodded. “Yeah, that’s understandable. I probably would have too if I’m being totally honest.”
We were both silent for a while, just looking over each other’s faces.
“That means my divorce will go straight through now. She can contest whatever she likes, but it won’t stick.”
Even though I just got the truth regarding Olivia and Liam’s marriage, I would still be happier once they were divorced.
“That poor baby. What horrible circumstances to be born into.”
“They are horrible.” He traced his fingertips up and down my spine as he spoke. “But as harsh as this sounds, it’s not our concern. My only concern is us. You and me. Two thousand and seven, bub, it’s gonna be our year.”
