"It's late. You need to sleep now." Liam yawns loudly as he clambers onto the bed.

"But I'm not sleepy yet." I look seductively at him while lying on my back with nothing on but a pair of clean underwear, my chest bare and relaxed. "You denied me my orgasm and I'm quite begrudging right now.'' My lips are pursed into a pout.

Liam chuckles lightly. "I knew you'd complain, you naughty little thing. Now what? We're not going to sleep today and work on your sexual gratification instead?" He is playful, and I wouldn't mind living up to his sweet suggestion over the remaining few hours until dawn.

"Why not? A makeup sex is the best, and you had yours. Now I want mine." I roll over and land my thigh across his hip, and my arms settle on his shoulders as he embraces me.

"Oh, is it?" He seems fine at last, free from any sort of tension.

He's back to normal and I couldn't ask for anything more.

"I really missed having you to myself, Liam," I whine, my lips lingering around his. Ah, I love his scent, and his sexy smile is already a turn on. "Kiss me," I breathe softly and he easily complies with my needful request.

He kisses me, squeezing my ass artfully. I feel the heat on my skin, desire to have him multiplying at each touch of his expert hands. A moan slips out of my chest and in a fluid movement he flips me off so he shores above me, weighing my slender body with his bulky one.

"Where else, Mrs. Darcy?" he whispers in my ear. "Where should I kiss you next?"

"Everywhere." I bite my bottom lip, grinning lasciviously at him.

Liam smiles. His eyes devour my body, and gently he runs his knuckles against my cheek. I lean into his touch, closing everything out of my sight to just feel

"What a marvelous sight," he murmurs. "I'm going to kiss you everywhere, baby. Just as you want."

"Please do," I pant.

What an easy woman I am! Wasn't I crying my heart out some hours ago? And here I am, so ready to shuffle my legs apart for this man.

However, my smile persists despite the agonizing anticipation my husband purposely creates as he shifts a bit lower and holds my thighs. Tiny kisses loiter on my skin, and it drives me insane. I grip the bed sheet tightly at his wet tongue on my stomach, and up to my hard nipples.

"Liam . . ." I feel him.

I let him take care of me, pleasing me. He engraves his touch on every inch of my skin, making me moan his name nonstop. And when his tongue slides deep into my wet core, rubbing me gently with his fingers, I lose the sense of reality.

Everything looks colorful, magnificent, and I can easily say it feels heavenly. Fuck, everything is super celestial right now—just me and my husband in this bubble.

And when he makes love to me, my mind runs amok. I cry from ecstasy, and he grunts from pleasure. Our lips reunite and more kisses connect us closer, deeper, and I love it. I let myself go, feeling him, and that familiar sensation overpowers me gradually.

That's it! Home sweet home.

The lights vanish as Liam switches the bedside lamp. It's already several minutes past four in the morning. He pulls the covers and tightly hugs me as I shift closer to his side. My smile reappears and he kisses my hair.

"I love you, Kira. I love you so much more than you know," he says as we still in silence, and my heart flips with joy.

I can feel that love.

"I love you, too. A life without you scares me more than anything in this world," I confess.

I hear his laugh, but he doesn't say a word. I snuggle closer to him, embracing his soothing body warmth. Nowadays it's almost impossible to sleep without him by my side.

And it's probably unhealthy! My subconscious sneers.

"You should sleep now," Liam whispers.

"Hmm," I hum.

I feel tired but satisfied. What a day! I'm glad it's getting to an end.

"Goodnight." Another kiss from my husband seals our night, and I only hope that tomorrow turns out to be a better day than today.

"You, too, Liam," I answer lazily.

Strangely I can't seem to fall asleep as easily as I should. My thoughts refuse to grant me a break. I know I should rejoice after letting my problem to the open, as far as my husband is concerned, but the fact that I haven't learned much about my condition doesn't leave me at ease.

Will there be a cure for it? I can't help but wonder. What if there's none? I close my eyes and inhale the fragrance of Liam's skin—a mixture of our shower gel and his own body scent.

"You're thinking of that, aren't you?" Liam admonishes. Woah! I thought he's asleep. He takes a deep breath and says, "We'll go see the doctor, Kira. Give it a rest, please."

"We're going?" I gaze up at him through the hazy moonlight bathing our bedroom.

I can still behold his glowing eyes that are staring tiredly at me.

"Yes, my love. Let's have a second opinion before taking any further step," he explains. I'm surprised, a small frown between my eyebrows. "I mean no distrust to Dr. Adams, but I want to be sure of what we're dealing with." He sounds determined.

"Okay," I acquiesce, grateful to see how positively he's handling this matter—way better than I ever could—and I'm sure it won't hurt a thing to do as he says. "I'm sorry, Liam. I'm so sorry." I tighten my grip around his chest.

"Sorry for what?" he retorts..

"Everything," I reply. "I've been quite handy and I know that. I've disappointed you too many times, and I'm still a bag of surprises when it comes to hurting you."

"Please, don't," Liam scolds me. "It's not your fault that some things can't go as we want them to go, Kira. What if I was the one with that problem?"

"Don't even say that." Now I'm the one scolding him.

He laughs gently while shifting his posture so he lays more comfortably.

"But it's the truth," he murmurs. "We'll see what the doctor says."

"And what if my condition is irreversible? What if they won't be able to fix me?" A bile rises in my throat at the image of this horrendous scenario.

"Why would you assume defeat so easily, Kira?" Liam scolds again..

"No, I'm just—" I pause.

I'm just trying not to get my hopes too high. Experience has taught me that on several occasions

Liam sighs soundly. "There's something called Faith, Kira. It may sound lame and farfetched, but I grew up relying on it sometimes." His body rolls to my side so my back is against his chest.

I smile feebly, trying to suppress the urge to cry. No, I need no more tears.

"Let's have faith, my love. Let's not give up without even trying, huh?" Liam says.

"Yeah. I think you're right," I breathe.

"And even if the worst happens," Liam proceeds, "I want you to remember that I did not marry you driven by the sole desire to become a father. I have many other reasons to need you as my wife, Kira. Too many to mention."

"Okay, Liam. I got you." I shut him up with a tearful smile. Gripping the pair of his strong arms across my neck, I whisper, "We can do this, right?"

"Of course we can. I believe so," he answers coolly, the undertone of his voice filled with a myriad of emotions.

I feel his fear and worries, but I can also feel the strength and bravery he pools in for the sake of us both. I'm sure it's going to be rough, but who knows? Perhaps it'll get better in time.

***

The morning comes quicker than ever before. I stir in my sleep at the annoying sound of an alarm, indicating six in the morning. And then it suddenly comes to a halt, serving some silence in the room. I feel hungover from last night, but I force my eyes to wake.

Liam is taking off from the bed, yawning audibly.

"Are you going somewhere?" I sit up with difficulty.

"No, I need to use the bathroom," Liam answers. "Go back to sleep. I'll join you shortly."

I waste no time laying back into the comfort of our bed while pretending that it's not a new day yet. I easily succumb to the fatigue, falling asleep once again.

When I wake up again it's already mid-day.

"Slept well, my love?" Liam greets me lovingly.

I gape at his radiant look, already bathed and fully clothed in joggers and a light sweatshirt.

He's breathtakingly handsome, as always.

"God. Is it another new day or what?" I laugh briefly, stretching in bed. Liam shrugs, sipping his hot, aromatic coffee that's been on the stool next to where he's seated, right by the window. He's lapping his MacBook—working, I suppose. "You really amaze me, Mr. Darcy."

"Do I?" Liam grins, returning the cup to its dish. "Don't worry, it's only the middle of the same day you left this morning."

"Oh, I see." I collapse back in bed, running my palms on my face.

"Put something on." His voice is urgent as he delicately places the PC on the stool. He stands up and says, "Now, Kira. I need to show you something."

"Uh-okay." I scramble out of bed and search for anything useful to wear. A towel is the only thing available so I wrap my nude body with it. "What is it?" I tiptoe toward him, curiosity running through my blood.

"My kiss first," Liam utters with a playful smile.

"Suuure." I hurl myself near him and he scoots my body in his arms. "You intrigue me, Mr. Dary." I kiss his lips softly.

"I know I do. Now come." Smiling, he leads me toward the window, through which the front yard streams halfway along the healthy garden.

It's cloudy outside, but the brightness is quite adequate for me to see a white car parked in the yard. A frown flits across my face as I find it new, shiny, and posh even from up here.

And the keys dangle before my eyes, Liam's smile pure and genuine at my stupefied face.

"For my sweet, naughty wife," he says gently, his face filled with chivalry.

"Me?"

"Well, unless I do have another wife that I unfortunately know nothing about, then yes it's for you." He grins boyishly

"Oh my God, Liam!" I snatch the keys jubilantly, the priceless look on my face doubling my husband's smile. "You got me a car?"

"Did you leave me any other choice with the tantrums you keep throwing about having a chauffeur?" Liam teases.

"None!" I chuckle, and my heart blooms like a little girl with a new dress. "Thank you, Liam!" I shower him with kisses.

"You're welcome." He sounds happy, pleased. "I only hope you like it," he remarks.

"I'm sure I will. Fuck, I already do!" I answer frankly.