Twelve
Savannah
One thing I love about Liam is his calmness, especially when everything around him is going to s**t. It’s something I gather he inherited from his father, who took care of all of the details for my parents’ funeral. He talked with catering and the funeral director, positioning us where we needed to be.
So it shouldn’t surprise me that my water broke and Liam nonchalantly walks me to the truck, helps me in, and drives to the hospital as though we’re going to the lake for a Sunday picnic.
For some reason, I thought he’d be frantic when I went into labor. Like running around searching for my suitcase and not stopping at red lights—like this one, waiting for a family of five to cross in front of us.
“Liam?” I say, channeling his calmness.
“Yeah, babe?” His fingers tap to
