really want to move to
Oakland.
Liam knew better and after finding her leaning over the
toilet after Aislinn's lasagna two nights earlier, he knew that the news was
big.
Emily's normally bright green eyes were dull and red rimmed.
She wasn't getting much sleep and Liam wondered if it was her that he heard in
the middle of the night wandering the house.
"Emily, love. You tell me what is going on in that
beautiful mind of yours or I'll start the inquisition."
Emily smiled and took another sip of her juice before
looking him in the eyes and biting her bottom lip. "I'm tired. Stressed.
Confused."
"Well I can see all of that from across the room, but
it doesn't explain why."
She looked down at her hands and sniffed, her eyes filling
with moisture and a gentle hand dropping to her flat stomach.
"Does Conall know?"
Her eyes immediately shifted back up and met his own in
surprise. "Know?"
"About the baby," he explained quietly, not
wanting to betray her need to keep it a secret for now.
Her eyes filled to the brim and tears spilled over as she
shook her head.
Liam sat beside her and let her drop her head to his
shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her. Even if it was a futile attempt, he tried
to soothe her quiet sobs. "Shh, love. It's alright. It's happy. Really."
She pulled away and wiped at her eyes, but it didn't matter,
the tears were coming and nothing would stop them. "I never thought I
would be scared of having my own children. Not like this and especially not
with a man like Conall. I just... what if I'm not a good mother? I couldn't
even help my own brother stay away from bad people. How am I supposed to
protect this child?"
She covered her belly with both of her hands and closed her
eyes, desperate for answers she wouldn't get for several months.
"Emily, you are not your parents. You and Conall
love each other enough to lift each other, not drink yourself into the ground
and disregard anyone and everything around you," Liam said and kissed the
top of her head. "You both have huge hearts and a desire to protect the
people you love. You will be an excellent mother and not because of what you
can give this child, but because of the love this child will feel from each of
us. Especially you and Conall."
Emily smiled and nodded her head. After a few deep breaths
she said, "I know this baby will be loved, spoiled even. That's why I was
so happy about the possible transfer for Conall. I want us to raise our
children with family surrounding them. I just want to make sure I do things
right."
"Well, first things first." He lifted an eyebrow
and smiled down at Emily's worried expression. "Tell Conall. Once he
knows, you'll see that everything will be alright. You need him with you on
this, Emily."
She sighed, nodding her head in agreement. "How did
Isabelle deal with it? Knowing the way she grew up now, I wonder how she got
over the fear of becoming her parents."
Liam always wondered that himself, but his Izzy was a force
to be reckoned with. A part of him was always sure she would come to him with
tears in her eyes, asking herself what she was going to do.
But she never did.
In fact, it was Liam that was terrified every step along the
way. He didn't know how to raise a child even with the experience from helping
raise his siblings. It's just not something a man can be prepared for so soon.
Isabelle knew what she was doing. She knew it down to her very bones how to
love a child despite her own childhood.
"I think that growing up the way she did actually
helped her. Remembering the trials she faced and the promises she made to
herself, it was easy to make decisions when it came to the kids. She had an
example of what not to do and so do you."
Emily frowned, "She wasn't scared? Wasn't she nervous
at all?"
"She was, but only because she was so excited to see
each of them. She knew Marjorie and Nicholas were just blinded by their fears.
They didn't allow themselves to raise her in a loving home because their
Oakland.
Liam knew better and after finding her leaning over the
toilet after Aislinn's lasagna two nights earlier, he knew that the news was
big.
Emily's normally bright green eyes were dull and red rimmed.
She wasn't getting much sleep and Liam wondered if it was her that he heard in
the middle of the night wandering the house.
"Emily, love. You tell me what is going on in that
beautiful mind of yours or I'll start the inquisition."
Emily smiled and took another sip of her juice before
looking him in the eyes and biting her bottom lip. "I'm tired. Stressed.
Confused."
"Well I can see all of that from across the room, but
it doesn't explain why."
She looked down at her hands and sniffed, her eyes filling
with moisture and a gentle hand dropping to her flat stomach.
"Does Conall know?"
Her eyes immediately shifted back up and met his own in
surprise. "Know?"
"About the baby," he explained quietly, not
wanting to betray her need to keep it a secret for now.
Her eyes filled to the brim and tears spilled over as she
shook her head.
Liam sat beside her and let her drop her head to his
shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her. Even if it was a futile attempt, he tried
to soothe her quiet sobs. "Shh, love. It's alright. It's happy. Really."
She pulled away and wiped at her eyes, but it didn't matter,
the tears were coming and nothing would stop them. "I never thought I
would be scared of having my own children. Not like this and especially not
with a man like Conall. I just... what if I'm not a good mother? I couldn't
even help my own brother stay away from bad people. How am I supposed to
protect this child?"
She covered her belly with both of her hands and closed her
eyes, desperate for answers she wouldn't get for several months.
"Emily, you are not your parents. You and Conall
love each other enough to lift each other, not drink yourself into the ground
and disregard anyone and everything around you," Liam said and kissed the
top of her head. "You both have huge hearts and a desire to protect the
people you love. You will be an excellent mother and not because of what you
can give this child, but because of the love this child will feel from each of
us. Especially you and Conall."
Emily smiled and nodded her head. After a few deep breaths
she said, "I know this baby will be loved, spoiled even. That's why I was
so happy about the possible transfer for Conall. I want us to raise our
children with family surrounding them. I just want to make sure I do things
right."
"Well, first things first." He lifted an eyebrow
and smiled down at Emily's worried expression. "Tell Conall. Once he
knows, you'll see that everything will be alright. You need him with you on
this, Emily."
She sighed, nodding her head in agreement. "How did
Isabelle deal with it? Knowing the way she grew up now, I wonder how she got
over the fear of becoming her parents."
Liam always wondered that himself, but his Izzy was a force
to be reckoned with. A part of him was always sure she would come to him with
tears in her eyes, asking herself what she was going to do.
But she never did.
In fact, it was Liam that was terrified every step along the
way. He didn't know how to raise a child even with the experience from helping
raise his siblings. It's just not something a man can be prepared for so soon.
Isabelle knew what she was doing. She knew it down to her very bones how to
love a child despite her own childhood.
"I think that growing up the way she did actually
helped her. Remembering the trials she faced and the promises she made to
herself, it was easy to make decisions when it came to the kids. She had an
example of what not to do and so do you."
Emily frowned, "She wasn't scared? Wasn't she nervous
at all?"
"She was, but only because she was so excited to see
each of them. She knew Marjorie and Nicholas were just blinded by their fears.
They didn't allow themselves to raise her in a loving home because their
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