Back Melting For You
Chapters (45)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-One
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-One
  35. Chapter Thirty-Two
  36. Chapter Thirty-Three
  37. Chapter Thirty-Four
  38. Chapter Thirty-Five
  39. Chapter Thirty-Six
  40. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  43. Epilogue
  44. Acknowledgements
  45. About the Author

“Ellis, you know I’ll support you. I care about you, even if we are technically exes…” His voice trails off slightly. “But if that isn’t what you want, I will support that too. Having two kids is a lot of work and if you don’t think your body can handle being pregnant… Or shit, if you just don’t want this baby right now, I will be right there with you. Just tell me what you need.” His words become a ramble as I drop my head to his chest and the tears begin to flow.

“I want to keep the baby.” I muster the courage to say. “I thought about it all, I thought about Jack… But how can you want this? You have a life and a career and you are so busy, it’s the middle of the hockey season and I just dropped this bomb on you.” I speak into his jumper.

“You want to do this, so we’re doing this. Don’t worry about hockey, we can figure that out as we go.” He strokes my hair as he continues. “We need to put you first, not hockey. I know the team will offer whatever support we need…” He stops for a moment, and I wonder what he’s thinking. I processed my emotions alone in my bathroom. But in real time, I’m watching Liam do the same, wondering who he’s going to tell, and how. How his life will change. What this means for both of us.

“I suppose we need diapers,” he says quietly.

“They’re called nappies,” I squeak.

“Shut it, little Brit.” He chuckles. “I think you should sit down,” he suggests, directing us both back to the couch. He takes me in his arms again when we flop down. “There’s a lot we need to talk about El.” I look up at him, waiting for him to begin.

“We might have to figure out if we are going to raise the little one to be British or American.” He raises an eyebrow jokingly.

“British, we came first,” I say decisively.

“Well, you sure did,” Liam quips.

Clocking onto his reference, I scrunch my nose. “Liam, oh my god.” His eyes are still shining, now with a tint of lust. “You’re a pain in my arse.” I pause, biting the inside of my lip. “Are we going to be okay?” I ask. “Co-parenting is hard for a couple who are actually dating, all we did was sleep together.”