It's been fifteen minutes since Liam summoned Mrs Stone to his study, and she was yet to grace him with her presence. He sighed and drummed his fingers on the cold glass surface, his irritation levels rising exponentially the longer he waited for her.
He checked the time on his phone again.
Five minutes, Liam promised himself. If the housekeeper didn't show up in five minutes, he would go out there and drag her by her hair if he had to.
His patience, though, ran out not even a minute later, and he scooted out of his chair.
"Dave!" He called out as he lingered in the doorway and scanned the empty hallway
His butler appeared beside him like an apparition, almost frightening him to death with his quiet voice and unobtrusive movements. "Yes, Mr Anderson?"
"Goodness, Dave!" Liam grumbled. "You've got to make some sound, you know. You can't just sneak up on people like that!"
The older man laughed. "I'm sorry, Sir, I didn't mean to s
Eden woke up feeling completely rejuvenated and ready to spend the day doing absolutely nothing. Well, maybe not nothing. But binge-watching true crime shows with Brenda while Aiden built stuff with his toys sounded like a solid plan. Yes, serial killer shows, popcorn and a nice snuggly blanket—in that order—was her idea of a perfect Sunday. But then, a clean-shaven Liam with nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist had to put the brakes on her plans and remind her now that she was cohabiting—a reality she hadn't fully processed yet—there were things she couldn't do anymore. Like wear comfy pyjama pants the whole day and gorge herself with potato chips until she slipped into a TV induced coma. "Morning, Princess," he smiled as he leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "You slept okay?" "Like the dead," Eden nodded. To show him how refreshed she felt, she sprung out of bed and yawned and stretched. "I can even run a marathon
"Good, you're still wearing the hat," Liam tapped the brim lightly before handing Brenda the plastic bag with their refreshments. "I don't want water. I want a cape," Eden turned up her nose at the bottle of sparkling water he'd opened for her. But no matter how long she stood there, with her arms crossed, refusing to budge until he got her a cape, Liam wouldn't. Instead, he made her take photos of him and Aiden, and a few included Brenda and his security team. Feeling left out, Eden asked at last, "What about one with me?" "Don't worry; we'll photoshop you in," Liam smirked. But James was happy to do the honours. He took tons of photos of the three of them. Most were fun and silly, but there were a few serious ones worthy of family portraits that Eden wanted to print and frame. "Where's our first stop?" Brenda asked as she took Aiden and placed him in the stroller. Liam checked the time and confirmed the dolphin show was about
"Can you please slow the fuck down?" Matthew shouted in the passenger seat, sweating buckets as he held on to the grab handle for dear life. Liam, though, didn't even notice his palpable fear. His mind was drowning in a million questions as he raced through the streets. He knew Matthew would get a speeding ticket or two because of his reckless driving. But he didn't care; his only concern was getting to the emergency room. "Yeah, dude, you're gonna get us killed if you don't chill!" Julian, grabbing on tight to Matthew's headrest, voiced his fears from the backseat. "Can you both shut the fuck up?" Liam screamed at the brothers when he briefly lost Cassandra's Jeep. "I need to think!" But he couldn't think, not when his mind was swimming with questions, and raw terror still gripped his heart. His son was out of danger, thanks to Eden's nerves of steel and her uncanny ability to remain level headed in a crisis. But, Liam's heart was still in pi
Aiden was out like a light even before they left the dispensary, but Liam refused to put him in his car seat, insisting on holding him for the entire ride home. "You know he'll be okay, right?" Eden assured him for the millionth time. Liam nodded just as many times. "I know. I just want to hold him and never let him go. And when we get home, I want to hold you, too." "That sounds nice," Eden sighed dreamily and rested her head on his shoulder. "I can do with some holding right now. I was so afraid." "Me too," he admitted. "I don't think I've ever been so terrified in my life, and from now on, I don't want anyone near Aiden. I'm getting him a sterilised bubble like the one from that Bubble Boy movie." Eden chuckled. "He can't live in a bubble. He needs human contact." "Either that or I die before I'm thirty. You choose, Princess.""That's an unfair choice," she mumbled through her very loud yawn. "Guess it's settled then.
The lunch was going well until it wasn't. And the topic that sparked all the strife, or at least Eden's discontent, was the mysterious engagement party she didn't even know about until Holly brought it up when she asked about the guest list and invitations. Willow, too, wanted to know if they'd set the date and whether she and Liam planned to wear matching outfits on their big day. So while Liam's sisters babbled on and planned her entire engagement party in between mouthfuls of pasta primavera and red wine, Eden's anxiety crept up to such unhealthy levels she mentally muted them. Sure, her mother had said something about a summer wedding, and when Liam mentioned losing his inheritance if she didn't marry him in six months, she'd thought he was joking. But now, with all these plans being made on the fly, it was becoming more apparent the joke was on her, and the wedding she hasn't agreed to is a go. Eden placed her fork and napkin carefully be
After their shower, Liam stopped by the nursery to check on Aiden. As usual, his son had kicked off his blanket, but his plushy was still firmly at his side, his tiny hand wrapped around the toy's arm. He leaned over the crib and kissed him on the forehead, and Aiden opened his eyes and smiled so briefly. "Dad?" He sighed sleepily. "Yes, baby," Liam smiled back as he covered him up with his blanket. "Nemo sleeping?" Aiden mumbled before he closed his eyes again, and he was out like a light. "Yes, he is. And you should, too. Sleep tight, Kool-Aid," he murmured as he kissed him again and dimmed the light before he left the nursery, a regretful look in his eyes. He's barely spent time with his son, and the next few weeks weren't going to be easy either once he got entangled with the Ivanovs. But he didn't want to be that guy, the one who never had time for his kid, and for that not to happen, a lot would have to change, starting with his
Since she couldn't fall asleep after Liam left for the gym, Eden decided to get started on her day as well. She fired up her work laptop and caught up on her reports and emails, and by the time Aiden woke up an hour and a half later, she'd cleared out her inbox and sent her creative plan for Lydia's onboarding in two weeks to the head of marketing. Pleased with her work progress, Eden stretched and yawned before she shut down her laptop and padded to the nursery, where she found Aiden trying to jump out of the crib. "Aiden Clarke McBride!" She scolded him. "I've taught you better than that!" Ordinarily, her son would have laughed at her and blew her a kiss or two. But today, for some reason, he was feeling a little sensitive. His face melted into a puddle of tears, and he wailed like someone had stolen candy from him. She was about to scoop him up when a sweaty and sexy as fuck Liam sprung into the room. "Don't they have washrooms at y
Eden was in a meeting with the marketing and brand teams for a large part of her morning, going over the event lineup for the family fun day where Lydia would make her big debut as the company's brand ambassador. By the time Sarah, the head of marketing, announced a second tea break, Eden's head was swimming with market analysis data—all the boring stuff she had no interest in and would never have known existed if Liam hadn't thrown her in the spotlight and put her in charge of Lydia's account. She was so drained she could barely move from her chair, so she closed her eyes, hoping to catch a nap while everyone was on a body break. She was still trying to convince her brain to shut down when Clara came in with a tray of something awful in her hands. Whatever it was, Eden didn't think it tasted as horrible as it smelled. But heavens, the smell—no—the stench was too much for her. "What is that?" She gagged and wrinkled her nose, surprising the few pe