Chapters (45)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
“Okay then, let’s do it,” I agree. I have already let so many people help I would be remiss to deny more help now. Having a new born is hard and no one can ever be completely prepared.
“Yeah?” Liam smiles widely at me. Clearly excited to have his parents here. I can’t be selfish, I can’t hide away from everyone because it is different to when I had Jack. Different can be good. Hell, it can be amazing, Liam is proof of that. We are a partnership. We have a village. A big village that I think will only get better as it grows.
It really is the more the merrier for us. A year ago I had a son and a really good friend, but that was my whole circle. My bubble has expanded so vastly in such a short amount of time and it has brought nothing but joy. Plus, I believe Liam when he tells me he will keep them in line if they push on our boundaries. He will keep me and our family safe even if that means keeping us safe from his parents. I just have to remember that there are people who care about us, who want us to be happy. Time isn’t repeating itself.
Chapter Thirty-Three
October
Liam
I would be a liar if I said the last month has been easy. There is a screaming baby who doesn’t seem to understand that night-time is for sleeping and daytime is for playing.
I would also be a liar if I said I don’t love it. Yes, I want to sleep. I can’t remember what having a dream is like, but then I pick Charlotte up and suddenly I don’t care if I never lie down again. It’s been hard, but I know it would have been near impossible if not for my parents. When they left last week I nearly locked them in. Terrified that once they left it would all fall apart. It didn’t. Or it hasn’t – yet.
Right now, she is sleeping. She screamed and screamed until around six a.m. and now at nine a.m. she is snoozing softly in her crib swaddled in a special Spears blanket her god-father bought for her. The leaves have fallen from the trees and I can’t help but feel excited for the winter. Dressing her as a pumpkin on Halloween. Her first Christmas, my first Christmas with Ellis and Jack.