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23: 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

A/N: Hi again! Just wanna say thank you soooooooo much for 200k reads! I love you all so much for the support you've given me and that you've stuck with me! Thank you! Sorry for the really short chapter, I've been stumped so I'm making this a filler chapter. Promise that I'll update again soon.

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5 Months Later...

"They're almost here baby." Liam smiled rubbing my watermelon-sized belly. He had tucked his other hand in mine, his fingers fiddling with the beautiful diamond ring he slid on my slim ring finger.

I still couldn't believe he had proposed; more importantly, I couldn't believe I said yes. The next day after the proposal, it was all over the TV of how Liam had proposed after recently divorcing. I was starting to get worried about how it would make us look but Liam made it clear he gave zero fucks. He didn't want to hide us anymore. He said he meant what he said by 'showing the world I'm his'.

"Yea," I smiled faintly. My mind had been racing the last couple of months as I got closer and closer to my due date. I was starting to get cold feet about going into labor. We were currently in the last week of December so that meant I had one left before I would be overdue. I was happy that I was going to be giving birth to two healthy babies but I was scared of the pain.

"Hey," Liam's voice called pulling me from my black hole of thoughts. "What's going on in there." He whispered poking at my head.

"Nothing, I'm fine." I reassured rubbing circles on Liam's shoulder.

He hummed and brought his hand up to my face, tilting it to look up at him. "Stop lying, I've known you for eight almost nine months now. What's going on in the overthinking head of yours."

I pouted my lips and kissed him. "If you know me so well then tell me something that proves me otherwise." I grin hoping he'll let it go.

"Don't try to change the conversation. What are you worrying about?"

"It's nothing I'm just thinking about the babies."

"And? There's more so what about them?" He asked sitting up.

"I'm scared." I whispered softly fidgeting with my ring.

I knew I couldn't bail — I wouldn't. But I was scared. I was pushing two babies out of my small vagina. It was gonna hurt. Really badly.

"Your scared?" He repeated quietly in a whisper tone. He gathered my hands in his and caressed them with a small soft kiss. "When it's time for them to come it's gonna hurt but I swear it'll be worth it. It will be the best thing that has happened to us, you know why?"

I shook my head no whilst wiping a tear away. "Why?"

"Because when we first see them, you'll know it was worth every minute of pain. You'll know it'll worth every tantrum, Worth everything head-splitting headache and petty arguments. It'll be worth it because at the end of the day you could never want to go back to a time without them."