Page 84 of Constantine: Britain's Story: Part 2
“Do you need any help?” he asks calmly.
I shake my head and whisper, “No.” He moves in, taking me in his arms.
“It’s my fault, Britain. I’m sor–”
I cut him off, though.
“No, we changed our minds. We’re staying.” He pulls me back and stares into my eyes. His look just like mine, tear-filled.
“Thank Christ,” he says, then pulls me back in, tightly. I giggle, then squeeze a hand between us to wipe away my tears. “Bambi, I don’t want to be apart from you, ever.” He kisses the top of my head, giving me a tight squeeze.
“I don’t want to be away from you either…but, speaking of, don’t you need to go into work?”
“Nah, I'm not too worried about that right now. I have more important things going on.” He looks down at me, smiling, his beautiful blue eyes looking luminous. He tugs my hand andleads me over to the armchair by the fireplace, settling me into his lap. We sit there silently, him stroking my hair, and me just holding on tight for a while.
“So, which one was it that voted me off the island?” he finally asks.
I laugh. “Does it matter?”
“I just need to know who I’m buying a puppy for.”
I laugh even harder. “I will murder you if you get us a dog.”
He gives me a side eye. “It’s inevitable, Britain, but I think it’s cute you think we have a choice.”
I lean back. “So you’re going to get up with the dog at 4:00 A.M. to take it out to tinkle? And who watches the dog when we travel to Virginia, and stay there for extended periods?” I’m making a lot of assumptions here, based on the last time we were together. “I mean, that’s if you come to Virginia.”
“Well, that’s easy. Yes, I’ll get up with the dog, and then we fly private and the dog comes with us. And obviously I’ll be coming to Virginia with you.” He sets a palm on my bump. “Where you and the baby are is where I’ll be.” I nod my head up and down, so grateful for him, so madly in love with him.
I know now is the right time. “I love you, Liam Millar,” I whisper to him.
He nudges his nose against mine and whispers back, “I love you more.”
“Are you excited?” I look over to Liam as he drives us down the mountain for our appointment with Silas. He nods, looks over at me, then back at the road.
“And nervous,” he says a bit quietly.
“Don’t be nervous. If anyone should be nervous, it’s me! Silas is going to be pissed if I’ve lost any weight.” I laugh, trying to lighten the mood. He just moves his hand over, placing it on my thigh, and we both relax into the touch. The rest of the drive is spent talking about Damian and Summer, our newest house guests.
“It really doesn’t bother you to see them together?” Liam asks.
“No, not even a little. I think it probably would’ve at some point, but not now that I have you.”
“Huh, alright,” is all he says.
“Damian is the girls’ dad. He’s a really good dad at that, and he’s still one of my closest friends and I’m trying to make an effort with Summer, too. The girls deserve a family where everyone gets along and we can enjoy being around each other. Listen, I’m a bit of a package deal, Liam. I come with a lot of side characters. If it’s too much, you just have to be honest and upfront with me now.”
“What?” he asks. “No, god, I don’t care that you want Damian to be an active part of the kids’ lives. Not at all. I’m glad that you can have them staying with us and it’s not a big deal. I was just curious because Alex mentioned to me once that this wasn’t the first time Damian had done something like this. And, well, I wondered if it was hard for you to — I don’t know — see it or relive it.”
The first time.I think about it, but the sting is brief, barely palpable. So much has changed since then. “Not anymore,” I say, then give him a soft smile.
After a quick prenatal check, which revealed I did not lose any weight (thank heavens), Silas walks us to the room for the ultrasound.
“I’m glad to see you’re doing well, Brit,” Silas says, helping me to lay back on the slightly reclined exam table.
“Thanks, Silas.”
“And I’m sorry my brother was a total ass to you. Really, super sorry.” I laugh awkwardly.
