FIFTY

Every day I'm at Liam's house, and I love him more and more. Some nights he will have nightmares, talking in his sleep and sweating like he has been French by the rain.

I would wake up in the middle of the night and find him struggling. I would envelop him in my arms and chest, and instantly he would stop the night terrors. Im scared and felt sympathy for him. I wanted it to end. I guess it's wrong for me to learn of his past. But I think he had that nightmare before he met me.

I don't know if his brother knew of his night terrors, but it isn't something he should keep hidden from his family. But Liam is stubborn. I'm going through another obstacle if I ask him about his night terror.

"Well, Lily, how are you today?"

I look up from the magazine I have in my hand as if I'm interested in a celebrities scandal and change face to see Doctor Warren.

"Hello, Doctor Warren," I smile. "I'm fine."

"Oh, please, call me Paul. You are stunning as ever. The baby is almost at the due date. Please c