LIAM
I had plans for that night.
Those plans involved spending a nice evening with my soon-to-be wife, having a drink or two, finally having some alone and sexy time with her (something that, with three little kids around the house, was a rare event), and then wake up the following morning, have a nice, big breakfast and then drive back home. Maybe we’d even spend the day with Ruth and Roger – the kids would go fish with him and then we’d grill their catch.
Of course, those plans had been totally, majestically blasted, and now I sat in the bed trying – and also majestically failing – to calm down Meghan, who was actively trying to kill herself by dehydrating every cell of her body through her eyes.
I hugged her tighter, pressing another kiss to her hair as she sobbed between my arms
