“Sneaky sneaky.” I smile.

“I know but he’s not telling me anything. There’s a project for you: annoy Lyndsey into telling you if there’s something there.” I smirk at him trying to give me something to distract my mind. He knows I love a challenge. And what a wild one it is. My Lyndsey and his Anders. Oh yes, that is something I can work with.

“You’re incredible you know?” I tell him. My heart suddenly warm with everything he is doing.

“Where’d that come from?” he asks rearing back a little to look at me fully.

“I just, I’m so proud that I’m having this baby with you of all people.” I shrug shyly.

“Sunshine—” he starts before I interrupt him.

“No, let me say this.” I know if I stop and don’t get this all out right now I never will. “Liam, you have stepped up for me and Jack more than anyone else ever has and I didn’t even ask. Hell, I wouldn’t have asked but you did it anyway. You are basically raising my son right now while being my nurse and still keeping in shape for next season and I just, I guess I want you to know how amazing you are.”

“I’d do it a million times over if it made you smile, Sunshine,” he tells me. I can hear the emotion in his voice, but I don’t mention it as he pulls me into his side and kisses my forehead.

“Thank you.” I will be thankful for him forever.

“You need anything?” he asks, and when he goes to pull back the covers to get out of the bed, I grab his hand before he can get too far.

“How about a cuddle?” I nibble at my bottom lip worried he will have stuff to do. Instead he crawls back into the bed and shuffles down until he is lying beside me.

“I think I can manage that.” He pulls me over to him so my head is resting on his chest.

We lie in a comfortable silence, breathing in sync as I listen to his heartbeat. The feeling of his T-shirt is soft against my face and he smells like something fresh and woodsy that I can’t put my finger on, but I enjoy it anyway. I also enjoy when he starts to run his fingers through my hair. It’s gotten so much longer recently, but I love when he plays with it so much that I don’t want to cut it anytime soon.

I stay in his arms until his phone pings on the bedside table with a text from our chef telling him the food is ready whenever he wants it. Even though I’m not ready to leave his arms yet, we untangle our limbs and he goes to fetch Jack for dinner, promising me he will bring me my plate up right away.