Strong (Book 2 in the No Control series)

**20 Weeks**

I watch over Liam’s shoulder as he posts the latest picture, captioned 20 weeks.
The likes immediately start to accumulate.
“I never would have imagined so many people would be so interested in my belly.”
Liam laughs, taking my arm, gently guiding me to stand in front of him. As he sits, and I stand, he lifts my shirt to kiss my stomach. “Well, it’s quite the adorable belly.”
I smile, running my hand through his hair, kissing the top of his head.
He rubs his hand gently across my ever growing stomach. “I’m just glad you are feeling better these days, Babe.”
“Me too. I do not miss morning sickness.”
“We should get ready, we’re supposed to meet Caroline at the baby store.”
“We could be a little late.” I say as my lips meet Liam’s. I seal the deal by tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth. My hand slowly trailing down his stomach.
“Mmm, we can definitely be late.”
I laugh as he lifts me, carrying me to the bed.
He teases me with kisses trailing down my body, till I’m begging him. “Please, Liam.”
He’s above me, joining us together. Biting on my neck before returning to look into my eyes. “I thought pregnant women were tired all the time?”
I breathlessly reply. “Not when their husbands are as sexy as you.”

“Sorry we are late, Caroline.” I say as I give her a hug.
“Oh please, I expect it from you two. Remember, I knew about your relationship before anyone else. You guys still owe me for all the earplugs I had to buy.”
We laugh. “Is that why you won’t be going on the next tour with us? You were afraid you would get the hotel room next to ours again?” I smirk.
She laughs. “No, my dear, it was time for you to take over. Just make sure you keep my boys dressed well.”
I grin, wrapping my arm around Liam’s waist. “Well, I prefer to undress this one, but I’ll do my best.”
Caroline rolls her eyes as she walks towards the baby furniture.

She suggests I try out a glider rocking chair. As I sit there rocking, I watch Liam. He is so adorable as he picks out clothes for the baby. Since we don’t know the sex yet, he has everything from dresses to jeans. Batman outfits in black, and pink. He looks at me, holding up the cutest onesie with the union jack on it. The sweetest grin on his face. I love seeing him so happy and excited.
Putting my hands on my belly, I whisper to our baby. “We are so lucky, he’s all ours.”

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