The Loveless Romance

9. Oliver's Mommy

Adriana's POV:

I woke up beside him but it wasn't a good morning. That' what my instinctive were telling me. He was still in my arms but I know he wouldn't like it when he will wake up. What he did last night, how he opened up to me will become a regret for him and I'm ready for that. 

I slowly untangled my body from him to get up from there but he wrapped his arm around me tightly, bringing me closer to him, snuggling in my neck. His tiny facial hairs were tickling me and I closed my eyes as my body shuddered. 

I placed my hand on his shoulder and moved him away from a little but he groaned, tightening his grip. I called him a name but he moaned in reply, snuggling more into me. He was enjoying his sleep. I enjoyed it too but I know better than to let myself flow with this moment. This is an illusion and not reality.

I sighed, combing my hairs with my fingers. I have to check on Oliver and here his father is not in the mood of letting me go. Wake up, Liam. 

"Liam." I shook him, slightly. 

"Hmm." He hummed, lifting his face up without opening his eyes.

"I have to go," I whispered.

His body stiffened and I saw how a frown appeared on his forehead. He shook his head, locking my legs with his own. His grasp was unbelievably tight now. It was almost painful. I was struggling to breathe freely.

"Let me go, Liam," I said, trying to move him away. His grip was getting uncomfortably tight. I began to feel suffocated. 

"Not again." He said in a deep, hoarse voice. The pain was there. I could feel it. It was giving me goosebumps. It was like I could feel the way his heart was beating. It was clenching, pumping away the pain yet getting another round of pain to pump. This was agonizing. This was torture.

"Let me make breakfast for you," I said, brushing his silky soft hair which slipped from the gaps of my fingers as I caressed them.

"I'm not hungry." He replied, hoarsely. His voice broke as if the words stuck in his throat.

"I'm lonely." Another whisper originated from his mouth and it was more heartbreaking than the previous one. His vulnerability is killing me.

"I need you." He pleaded, tightening my heart with his soft voice begging for help.

How could my heart not stop beating at that time? Did he just really say that? Does he need me by his side? I know he does but he was saying it! He was not trying to hide it

"Liam," I whispered as the tears rolled down my cheeks.

"I'm here, with you, forever," I assured him and he nodded his head slightly, hiding his face in my neck, making my breath hitch.

"I love you, Serena. I love you so much. Please stay. Please don't leave me ever. I need you by my side. I'm not strong enough to live this life without you. Don't break my heart, love. Please stay. " 

He mumbled, breaking a major part of my heart brutally. It is for Serena & not for me. He still wants her by his side and not me.

And here I felt as if I was thrown on the earth again, from the seventh sky. Nobody can estimate the pain I felt from his words. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream but I didn't want to see him suffering. His pain is unbearable for me. 

"Oliver is hungry, Liam. I need to feed him." I sniffled and smiled. He nodded his head and his arms let go of me. 

His eyes were closed. For a moment, I imagined him saying all these things to me. I swear I would never betray him if he had loved me like this. Even I can't leave him now after knowing that he has no feelings for me.

I can't even think of betraying him though I know how much he hates me.

I got up from the bed and left the room. I was greeted by Nancy in the lounge. She was smiling at me and this wasn't the usual smile. She smiled because she saw me coming out of Liam's room? Yeah, maybe. 

She was playing with Oliver who started to crawl in my direction when he saw me. I carried him in my arms and he grabbed my face, biting me on my cheek.

The little baby missed me. Aww, my Oley!

"Is my baby hungry?" I asked him, brushing his hair away from his face and he shook his head.

"I have fed him just a while ago," Nancy told me and I nodded my head, giving her a thank you smile.

"Oh! So Oliver missed mama?" I questioned and he jumped in my arms, nodding his head. 

"My baby!" I kissed his chubby cheeks and then asked Nancy to look after him so I can go and get fresh. 

I entered the bathroom and jumped under the warm shower. My body relaxed the moment water touched it and I sighed, standing under the shower. Everything from last night and the early morning started appearing in front of my eyes and I couldn't stop my emotions from overtaking my restrain.

I broke in tears. I wasn't sure why I was crying? For Liam? Because he is in pain and I can't see him like that or the tears are coming out because my own heart is breaking day by day and the pain is getting unbearable?

I took a long shower for about half an hour. I didn't know how I stayed underwater for so long but again it was Liam in my mind who kept me from thinking about my surroundings. 

I came out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around my body and went to the walk-in closet to grab some clothes and changed into them. 

I came out of the room and witnessed Liam and Oliver laughing. Liam was making funny faces and little Oliver seemed to enjoy it. I was mesmerized to see this scene. Oliver crawled to his father's lap and grabbed his face giving him kisses all over. Liam chuckled, kissing his son back but Oliver seemed to dislike it because he covered his face.

Liam tickled the side of Oliver's stomach and my baby's enticing giggly laughs rejoiced my heart.

I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest and sighed. Their laughter was filling the entire house. 

Liam seemed relaxed and Oliver was delighted to have his father playing with him. He was laughing so wholeheartedly that it was squeezing my heart but in a good way. It was magical. It was amazing.

I smiled and walked towards the kitchen, leaving these father and son alone to have their time. Oliver needs his father and it's good that Liam is taking interest in him too.

Entering the kitchen, I could see Nancy was already there, making breakfast. I started to help her but she said that I shouldn't be doing anything but spend my time with Liam. I sighed. How should I tell her what is the reality behind our relationship?

I ignored her suggestion and helped her in the breakfast. We were almost about to finish making breakfast when I burnt my hand, accidentally. A sharp scream left my mouth and I bit on my lip hard because it was hella burning.

The tears made their way out of my eyes and I started sobbing. Within a few seconds, I saw Liam came running in the kitchen with Oliver in his arms. His eyes searched around for any emergency and then his gaze wandered over me.

He was looking shocked. He looked at me and then at my hand. He gave Oliver to Nancy and inspected my hand. I looked at his frown etched forehead and then the concern in his eyes. My cheeks turned red as the tuft of hormones hit me. 

My body became alert to his touch and every single nerve replied to it. I was smiling. Yes, I lost all of my senses and I was now smiling. He took me out of the kitchen while holding my hand carefully. He said something to Nancy but I was too engrossed in looking at him to understand anything else. 

I was made to sit on the couch by him. Nancy came right after with the first aid box. Liam sat on his knees in front of me and hissed, looking at my hand.

He opened the first aid box and applied ointment on my hand. I hissed because it was burning and it cautioned Liam. He was now applying but more gently.

I looked over his shoulder and my eyes landed on the cute little Oliver who was blowing air, opening his little mouth from Nancy's arms. I smiled at him. 

"Moma, ouch!" Oliver said, shaking his hand and I chuckled at him. I asked Nancy to give him to me and she made him sit beside me.

He leaned over and examined my hand. He was blowing air continuously and it made me smile. I brushed his hair and he hugged my arm, giving me kisses.

He is the only one who cares about me. He is the only hope in my life. He is the reason why I want to live. He is my life. My son.

When Liam was done with applying the ointment, he began to scold me for being careless. Oliver looked at his father and then clutched my arm, helping himself to get up and wrapped his arms around my neck.

"Dada, Nooo!" Oliver said to his father. 

It silenced Liam. I enjoyed this and to make it more exciting, I was smiling at Liam who was now eyeing me bitterly. I looked at Oliver and started to fake cry. 

"Mama, No," Oliver said, caressing my hair. I peeked at Liam who was looking at me with surprise. 

"Bad Daddy!" Oliver commented and started to cry with me. 

"No-no-no. I'm fine." I said at once but this little man took everything earlier too seriously. He cried in my neck, holding me tightly. 

I looked at Liam who clenched his teeth. I looked away from him and caressed Oliver's back. He was hiccuping. Liam took him from my arms and wiped his tears.

"Shhh...Your mommy is fine." 

My breath got hitched in my throat when I heard him addressing me Oliver's mommy. I went numb. He was actually saying that. Oh my God! 

Oliver was looking at me. His lips bowed down and the eyes were glistening with tears. His nose tip turned red and he sniffled. I smiled at him and he smiled back in reply. 

"My baby!" I opened my arms for him and he jumped in his father's arms. Liam gave him to me and I kissed his hands, brushing my nose against him.

He was soon giggling again making us smile. 

"We are going to Europe for two weeks," Liam said, vanishing my smile. 

"Why?" I asked.

"I want to spend some time with my son." He replied, scrolling through his phone. 

"So— So you just both are going?" I asked to confirm.

His gaze up to look at me and sighed. He put his cellphone in his pocket and crossed his arms over his chest. 

"I don't think Oliver would be okay without you." He said. 

"Oh," I replied. 

"So?" Now, he asked.

"What about you?" I questioned back. 

"What about me?" He inquired and now we had three questions pending that need to be answered. 

"I don't want to go if you don't want me to," I said out what was in my mind. 

"I'm doing this for my son and if he is happy with you then I'm fine with it." He muttered, slipping his hands in his pockets. 

I sighed. I wanted to something else but seems like I was trying to run too fast in our relationship. He needs some time. He will be mine one day because what else a broken heart needs than a person who is intended to heal it with all the pure emotions.