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and even though Booker was a guy he could appreciate good looks when he saw them. Damn. But it didn’t matter, he was not going to focus on Fiona, he wasn’t going to think about how she was a breath of fresh air he had been dreaming of, or her perfectly round whiskey colored eyes or long auburn hair, or curves that he dreamed of running his hands over or her sweet intoxicating kisses. Nope, he was not going to think about her at all.
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Liam sat on his couch waiting for his wife to return home from dropping Catherine, their daughter, off at his wife’s parents. They were taking her for a couple of days to spend some quality Halloween time with her. They planned on going to a pumpkin farm and planned on carving pumpkins as well as taking her trick or treating on Halloween, thankfully since Liam had to work. A part of his heart hurt because he was going to miss trick or treating with his little girl but Liam thought the alone time was much needed for him and his wife.
He heard Neala come through the door and set her keys on the shelf in the entry way. She came into the living room where he sat. He noticed she had heavy bags under her eyes and she looked a little thinner than usual. When did she lose weight? Was he that busy at the pub that he wasn’t able to notice? She wore sweatpants that hung low on her hips and a thermal long sleeve shirt that hugged her figure tightly.
“Hey babe. Did Catherine take off alright?”
“Yea, she was really excited. She practically ripped herself out of her car seat and ran for my parents. You would think we torture the poor kid.”
Liam smiled at her and as she started to walk by him but he grabbed her hand and pulled her down onto his lap. Even though they had been married for six years, feelings between them felt awkward. He couldn’t pinpoint why though, was it because of their fight? He didn’t think it was that bad of a fight to make them feel like strangers.
She started to get up when he held tighter. “What’s wrong?” he asked while caressing her face.
She stopped his hand and said, “Please don’t Liam?”
“I’m your husband Neala, I should be able to caress your face.”
“I know you’re my husband, I don’t need a reminder every day.”
Struck by her harsh tone he asked, “What is that supposed to mean?”
She got up from his lap and went into the kitchen. He stormed after her, she was not getting out of this conversation that easily, she had some explaining to do. He had about enough of this tip toing around each other. He was going to get to the bottom of the awkwardness between them.
“What the hell is going on? Is this because I want more kids? I can wait until your ready…”
“That’s not it Liam.”
“Then what’s the problem.”
She was gripping onto the kitchen sink and staring out the window. She didn’t answer at first and he thought she wasn’t going to until she broke the silence.
“I want a divorce.”
She might as well have run him over with a hay baler. Where the hell did that declaration come from? He was so shocked by her statement that he didn’t even know how to respond. She started washing the dishes as Liam just stared at her in shock. When did his marriage turn so sour? He knew they had their differences but a divorce? Was that really necessary?
He stormed toward the
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Liam sat on his couch waiting for his wife to return home from dropping Catherine, their daughter, off at his wife’s parents. They were taking her for a couple of days to spend some quality Halloween time with her. They planned on going to a pumpkin farm and planned on carving pumpkins as well as taking her trick or treating on Halloween, thankfully since Liam had to work. A part of his heart hurt because he was going to miss trick or treating with his little girl but Liam thought the alone time was much needed for him and his wife.
He heard Neala come through the door and set her keys on the shelf in the entry way. She came into the living room where he sat. He noticed she had heavy bags under her eyes and she looked a little thinner than usual. When did she lose weight? Was he that busy at the pub that he wasn’t able to notice? She wore sweatpants that hung low on her hips and a thermal long sleeve shirt that hugged her figure tightly.
“Hey babe. Did Catherine take off alright?”
“Yea, she was really excited. She practically ripped herself out of her car seat and ran for my parents. You would think we torture the poor kid.”
Liam smiled at her and as she started to walk by him but he grabbed her hand and pulled her down onto his lap. Even though they had been married for six years, feelings between them felt awkward. He couldn’t pinpoint why though, was it because of their fight? He didn’t think it was that bad of a fight to make them feel like strangers.
She started to get up when he held tighter. “What’s wrong?” he asked while caressing her face.
She stopped his hand and said, “Please don’t Liam?”
“I’m your husband Neala, I should be able to caress your face.”
“I know you’re my husband, I don’t need a reminder every day.”
Struck by her harsh tone he asked, “What is that supposed to mean?”
She got up from his lap and went into the kitchen. He stormed after her, she was not getting out of this conversation that easily, she had some explaining to do. He had about enough of this tip toing around each other. He was going to get to the bottom of the awkwardness between them.
“What the hell is going on? Is this because I want more kids? I can wait until your ready…”
“That’s not it Liam.”
“Then what’s the problem.”
She was gripping onto the kitchen sink and staring out the window. She didn’t answer at first and he thought she wasn’t going to until she broke the silence.
“I want a divorce.”
She might as well have run him over with a hay baler. Where the hell did that declaration come from? He was so shocked by her statement that he didn’t even know how to respond. She started washing the dishes as Liam just stared at her in shock. When did his marriage turn so sour? He knew they had their differences but a divorce? Was that really necessary?
He stormed toward the
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