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“I’m sorry, Liam, but the last thing I want is another wedding,”
Liam kept replaying Fallon’s words in his head. The clock on the nightstand read 3:24AM in bright red numbers but he couldn’t sleep, mainly because his brain just wouldn’t stop thinking. It had only been a couple of weeks since he got down on one knee, asking Fallon to be with him forever but they hadn’t really touched the wedding subject before that night. He had the strong feeling it wouldn’t be an easy discussion considering Fallon had incredibly high standards, but he never thought he would get so upset afteir their first conversation.
A shy smile appeared on his lips once Liam glanced towards his fiancée. Inspite of all her flaws, he couldn’t imagine ever loving someone as much as he loved her. Lying on her side and facing him, Fallon slept with one hand between her head and the pillow and the other on her stomach. She slept peacefully and he simply loved how beautiful she looked without her make up or her couture outfits on. Reaching for the strand of hair that was falling over her face, he carefully placed it behind her ear and took the opportunity to run his fingers softly against her skin. Since Fallon barely stirred at his touch, he continued to caress her, running the tips of his fingers softly from her forehead down to her neck almost in slow motion.
“I’m sure little Fallon had the wedding of the century planned by the age of five,” Liam had teased her.
“She did, yeah, but turns out that fairytales don’t exist...” Fallon had replied. “I understand I never did anything by the book but I never thought I would screw up with one of the things that mattered to me the most when I was growing up...” Every little girl dreams of her wedding day and Fallon was no different. She always knew what kind of dress she wanted to wear, what kind of flowers she wanted the decoration to have and even what kind of honeymoon she wanted to have. The latest, of course, changed every year as she got older and started understanding exactly what happened in that kind of trip, but she still had everything mapped out. “To start, I paid you to marry me without having a clue of who the hell you were. Then, there was that horrible nightmare I had to go through as a vendetta against Jeff and to top those two messy situations, I planned a big wedding with Culhane even though I was already into you,” Fallon had told him. “I’m sorry, Liam, but the last thing I want is another wedding,”
Liam had been left speechless and after that, neither of them felt the need to continue the wedding talk. Fallon wasn’t sure she would be able to tell Liam how she really felt about the wedding but once she was honest, the weight on her shoulders was finally gone. Liam, however, had a tough time understanding exactly what Fallon meant when she told him she didn’t want another wedding. After all, Fallon had been over the moon when he proposed. She had declared herself to him, telling him a different kind of ‘Yes’ in between kisses. Liam would never question her love for him and he could see in her eyes that she wanted to be with him but the fact that she was showing so little interest in the wedding made him wonder if Fallon really wanted to go down that road.
Fallon arrived from work the following night to find Liam sitting on the couch with his feet on the coffee table and his laptop on his lap.
“You’re home early,” Liam stated.
“I am,” Fallon threw him a smirk while placing her handbag on the armchair. As she walked towards him, she started loosening the belt of her coat so she could take it off. “I figured my future husband would be happy if I helped him with dinner tonight,”
Much to her surprise, instead of watching her remove her coat, Liam merely nodded before turning his attention back to his laptop. Fallon frowned at the sound of his fingers hitting the keyboard quite aggressively. He was usually a lot more receptive towards her when she got home from work.
“I’m not really in the mood to cook tonight,” Liam murmured.
“Are you writing?” Fallon took a seat next to him. She loved reading his work but there was something different about being there when he was writing. Sometimes she would read as he wrote, giving him her opinion whether it was good or bad, but sometimes she would sit down next to him, lie her head on his shoulder, hug one of his arms and just stay there. There would be no talking and her eyes would be closed. As much as Liam loved getting her feedback on real time, he couldn’t deny that some of his biggest ideas came from simply having her there. That night, however, none of that seemed to be happening.
“Yes,” he replied shortly. Fallon considered whether she should keep talking or if she should just leave him alone. Liam had been acting weird all day and she was barely able to work, trying to figure out what had happened to make him so cold. A few minutes went by and she had already looked around the room about ten times, tapping her fingers against her legs while Liam wrote whatever was in his mind.
“I’ll order something then,” she unlocked her phone and chose one of the many food apps she had. “What would you like?”
“Whatever you want, Fallon,”
“I know you’re busy, Liam,” Fallon held one of his hands so he would stop typing. “I’m not trying to bother you. I’m just trying to help,”
“You know what I like. Just order whatever you’re in the mood for,” Liam spoke rather harshly.
From the corner of his eye, Liam watched as Fallon ordered his favorite dish from his favorite restaurant. Placing her phone on the coffee table, she stood up from the couch to head to their bedroom.
“I’m gonna take a quick shower. Can you keep an eye on my phone, please?” Fallon turned towards him. “Just in case it arrives earlier...”
“I’m sure you’ll be done by the time they deliver,” Liam didn’t even look at her, rolling his eyes as he growled.
“What the hell is going on, Liam?!” Fallon raged but he chose to ignore her. “Stop typing!” She didn’t really mean to scream but his indifference was making her angrier and more upset by the second. “You’ve been lashing out on me since this morning. You didn’t answer when I called you at lunch and now you’re treating me like this? I know that I screw up quite a lot and that always makes you mad but I’ve been thinking about every single thing I’ve done the past few days and I really can’t figure out what the hell I might have done to upset you,” she admitted. “Can you please talk to me?” Again, no answer. “Should I keep yelling at you? Should I sleep in a different room tonight?” She wondered.
“Do you really want to get married, Fallon?” Liam set his laptop on the couch and took a few steps towards her.
“What?” She asked surprised. “Where the hell did that come from?”
“Answer me, Fallon! Do you really want to get married?” He insisted.
“Of course I want to marry you, Liam,” Fallon stared down at the diamond on her left hand. “Are you having second thoughts?”
“I don’t think I’m the one having second thoughts here...” Liam rolled his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Liam, but I have absolutely no clue of what’s going on here,” Fallon ran her hand through her hair, looking around the living room before focusing on his eyes. “We were literally just talking about it last night! Why would I be having second thoughts?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Fallon!” Her eyes widened at his words. “Do you really think we talked about it last night? Because from what I remember every time I suggested something you reminded me of how the last thing you want is another wedding,” he explained.
“That’s because I don’t want another wedding,” Fallon stated. “I opened myself to you last night, Liam. This has been tormenting me from the day you proposed and I only had the courage to tell you last night,”
“Why did you even say yes if you never intended on getting married, Fallon?”
“I never said I didn’t want to get married , Liam!” Fallon shook her head. She was fighting hard against the tears but she had a feeling she was just about to lose. “I said I didn’t want a wedding ... what’s wrong with that?” She questioned, turning around so he wouldn’t see the tears pooling in her eyes. With shaky hands, Fallon managed to pour herself some whiskey from the bar cart next to her and took a long sip.
“What’s wrong is that you didn’t even give me the chance to show you what I would like to do for my wedding,” Liam explained. “You complained about your messy weddings but need I remind you that I was the husband in one of them?” He called out. “That maybe I screwed up my first wedding as well?”
“Are you implying that I’m the reason your first wedding wasn’t for love?” Fallon shouted, turning on her heels to face him. “That I messed up with your first wedding? Because I didn’t make you do anything. You didn’t even need the money so you agreed to it because you wanted it,”
“No, Fallon! I’m not implying anything,” Liam huffed, walking in circles around the room without really understanding what was happening between them. “I’m just saying we both had messy weddings in the past but you didn’t even listen when I tried to show you that it is possible to have a great wedding. What if having a real wedding is important to me?”
“Just like we both had messy families growing up but you didn’t let me show you that it is possible to have a loving and caring family? You barely gave me the chance to explain how badly I want to be a mother!” Fallon knew that was a low comeback and she was probably just throwing gasoline on the fire but she couldn’t help it. “You screamed in the middle of a stranger’s house that your future didn’t have kids in it, for God’s sake!” As she lost control over her anger, she finished her drink in one gulp and before she knew it, the glass was flying towards the wall across the room, the crystal shattering on the wooden floor.
“FALLON!” Liam screamed after dodging the glass. She would never throw the glass directly at him but it was still pretty close. “What the hell?”
“I agreed to your idea of seeing where life takes us because I really do want to spend the rest of my life with you but do you have any idea of how that broke me? To know that the love of my life didn’t want to have children when that was probably one of my biggest dreams?” At that point, the tears were rolling down her cheeks fast and she had to pause once the hiccups started. “Even then, it never crossed my mind to break up with you. Does it still hurt to know I may never become a mother?” She asked retorically. “Of course it does! But I would never treat you differently just because you don’t want to be a dad,” the words faded in her voice as the crying took over. “Maybe it will happen and maybe it won’t, who knows? The only thing that matters is that we take this journey together, remember?” Fallon tried to reach for another glass but Liam rushed to her and held her arm.
“Stop drinking,” he didn’t mean to sound harsh but they were both losing control of the situation and alcohol certainly wasn’t a good solution.
“Don’t tell me what to do!” Fallon pulled her arm back almost hitting his face in the process.
“Yell as much as you want, Fallon, but you’re not drinking one more drop of alcohol,” Liam shot her a serious look.
“First you treat me like shit and now you’re treating me like a child?” Fallon huffed.
“That’s because you’re acting like a child!” Liam reached for the glass she had grabbed and placed it back on the cart. “If you’re such a grown up then you can handle a fight while sober,”
“Well, maybe I don’t want to be sober,” Fallon countered, “I just found it funny that you’re treating me like shit because you want a wedding and I don’t when we had a similar conversation not that long ago and you were the one to say how important compromising was,” she rubbed the back of her hand against her eye, not even bothering to avoid the black eyeliner as she smudged it all over her face.
Fallon was exhausted. Taking a deep breath, she reached for the whiskey but this time, Liam didn’t say a word so Fallon raised it to her mouth and took one large and generous gulp straight from the crystal decanter. She hoped it would somehow help her feel better but instead, the amber liquid only added to her pain. Stumbling towards one of the armchairs, she plopped down on it, bringing one hand to her temple while the other tightened its grip on the decanter. How had they even reached that point?
“I apologize for the way I said it. I didn’t realize it would hurt you and I admit I could have expressed it better but I still don’t deserve to be treated like you’ve been treating me all day,” Fallon drank more and a tear rolled down her cheek. She wondered if that was it. If they had inevitably turned into their own parents and their relationship was starting to circle the drain. All she wanted was to drink herself into oblivion, like she had watched Blake and Alexis do over and over again as she was growing up. And just like that, she raised the decanter to her mouth again, scrunching her nose when the burning liquid hit her throat.
“Fallon,” the soft tone in Liam’s voice broke her from her thoughts and she lifted her chin, only to realize he was kneeling in front of her. The minute her watery eyes met his worried ones, she broke down completely, letting her body deal with the pain in its own way, even if it meant crying until she could barely breath.
“Fal,” Liam tried again, gently taking the decanter from her. “No more drinking, okay?” Fallon nodded. “I’m sorry for the way I acted. You’re right, you don’t deserve to be treated like that so I’m sorry. I was upset and maybe even a little angry but that’s no excuse,” he ran his fingers down her face, putting a strand of hair behind her ear then rubbing his thumb softly under her eye to clean the black splotches. “You hurt me by saying you didn’t want a wedding but you’re right when you said I should have said something last night,” he continued. “You could have used different words, maybe touched the subject of not wanting a wedding a bit more carefully instead of throwing the information at my face... but I also screwed up by acting like a complete jerk and you had every right to call me on my bullshit. Again, I’m sorry,”
“It’s okay... I’m sorry I yelled at you,” Fallon spoke, “ and threw a glass at you,” she added.
“I forgive you, babe,” Liam smiled shyly.
“I think I’m gonna throw up,” the alcohol in her system suddenly started to get to her.
“Come here,” he used their joined hands to pull her down to him, enveloping her in his arms as she nestled her head against his neck. “I hate when you turn to the bottle, Fal... it’s not healthy,” he ran his hand up and down her back to relieve her nausea. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice you were so broken by the kids thing,” They had hurt each other a lot that night but at that moment, all he cared about was taking the pain away from her at all costs. “I know I should have paid more attention but why didn’t you say anything?” Her breathing started to even as he delicately played with her hair.
“Probably for the same reason you didn’t tell me you were upset about me not wanting a wedding. It’s clear from the bloodbath that just happened in here that we need to talk more about it, Liam,” Fallon spoke against his skin. “Apparently both of us kept more feelings inside then we actually let out... whether it’s about the wedding or children,” she explained.
None of them knew exactly how long they stood there, sitting down on the floor in complete silence as Liam held Fallon close to his body. With her head on his chest, she listened to his heartbeat and slowly, her hiccups stopped and her crying subsided. It wasn’t their first fight and it definitely wouldn’t be their last but in spite of everything, they knew they would always find their way back to each other.
“Food is here,” Liam mentioned when Fallon’s phone started vibrating. “Do you think we can talk about it over dinner?”
“I think for the sake of our relationship we should just eat and get some sleep...” Fallon suggested. “We’re both on the edge and I don’t want to find out what will happen if we start fighting again,”
“Go take your shower and I will take the food to the bedroom,” he brought her face closer to him and placed a sweet and long kiss on her forehead. “I love you, babe,”
“Are we good?” Fallon stood up.
“Yeah, Fal, we’re good,” Liam offered her a smile before heading to the front door.
Fallon was standing by the window of their bedroom when Liam woke up. He noticed she was holding something because she was so focused on staring at it she barely heard him stir on the bed and call her name. She was wearing a long silk robe and her hair was still a bit messy from sleeping but the light coming from the sun outside made Fallon look so beautiful he just couldn’t stop staring.
“Come back to bed,” Liam murmured, pulling the blankets to cover his naked body.
“Look who decided to wake up,” Fallon turned her head towards him.
“If you woke up early then I didn’t do a very good job last night,” Liam shrugged.
“You did, babe,” Fallon laughed. “Make up sex with you is always good,”
“But...”
“I can’t stop thinking about our fight,” Fallon admitted.
“What are you staring at?” Liam asked in curiosity. Fallon approached the bed and returned to her spot, sitting on the mattress so she could show it to Liam.
“You’ve had this all this time?” Liam’s eyes widened in surprise once his fingers touched their Marriage License. “I really thought you had thrown it away... well, maybe even burned it,”
“For some reason it meant something for me right from the start... I actually tried to get rid of it when I chose Culhane over you but I never could,” Fallon confessed. “In spite of everything, it warms my heart that you were my first husband,” she offered him a smile. “We may have not married for love but I’m still glad that my first wedding was to the love of my life,”
Liam sat up on the bed, moving his body between Fallon and the headboard. Settling one leg on each side of her body, he helped her scoot back, pulling her towards him. As she leaned against his chest, he wrapped one arm around her stomach while his free hand reached for her hair, playing with the long strand while carefully placing it all over her left shoulder. “For what is worth it, you’re the best first wife I’ve ever had ,” he spoke against her neck, kissing the exposed skin and suddenly a flashback filled Fallon’s mind.
“March 15...” Fallon whispered, her thumb sliding over the date at the bottom of the page.
“What?” Liam asked confused. Burrowing his face between her neck and shoulder, he ran his tongue across her neck and a moan escaped her lips. His arm tightened the grip against her stomach to keep her as close as possible to him, showing Fallon how much he wanted her.
“This is what I want, Liam,” Fallon suddenly felt like she was in a cartoon and a lightbulb had just lit up above her head.
“What do you want, babe?” She rolled her eyes. Of course he was more interested in sex than on what she was actually saying.
“This,” Fallon nodded towards the license.
“I’m still lost, Fal,” Liam pressed his lips against her neck and sucked hard on her skin. “I’m pretty sure they will get us a new one when we get married,” he giggled.
“If you weren’t thinking with the wrong head you would have understood,” Fallon teased him.
“Why don’t you enlighten me then?” Liam suggested and Fallon couldn’t help but laugh when his free hand cupped one of her breasts through the robe. She was naked underneath it so Liam could feel exact how hard and ready her nipples were for him.
“We both consider March 15 to be our special day, right? It was the day we met and when all of this became possible,” Fallon set the marriage license on the nightstand then turned around between his legs, kneeling on the mattress. With her hands under his thighs, she began sliding his lower body towards her and Liam quickly understood what that meant. Sitting up straight and leaning away from the headboard, he scooted towards the middle of the bed. “We are both traumatized by the fact neither of us really knew what we were doing and we wasted our first wedding to play a charade,” Fallon surprised him by wrapping her hand around his semi hard cock. As she began to stroke it, Fallon studied his face, watching him close his eyes when the cool temperature from her hand contrasted with the heat radiating from his body.
“If we are going to throw a party or not, that we can still decide,” Liam bit his bottom lip so he wouldn’t interrupt her speech because as much as he wanted her to continue, he couldn’t stop thinking about lying on top of her and finally sliding into her. “The important thing is,” she threw one leg on each side of his body and guided him towards her entrance, rubbing his tip against her almost in an agonising speed. Before he could prepare himself for her next move, Fallon lowered herself on him. “We might have wasted our first wedding but it just happened to be with each other,” Fallon paused to enjoy the feeling of him filling her up. “There’s a reason why I don’t go to the office that day, why you buy me red roses and why we’ve been celebrating this date ever since we started dating...” She explained. “Oh my, that feels good,” her jaw fell and she let out a loud moan. “Liam,” she completely lost track of what she was saying. Her hands rested on his shoulders while his flew to her waist, helping her control her hips as she moved almost all the way up before sinking back down on him.
“Keep talking, Fallon,” Liam squeezed her waist to bring her back to reality.
“I need to come,” Fallon groaned.
“Fallon, you’re not making any sense right now,” Liam couldn’t hold the laugh. “I still have no clue how our fake wedding has anything to do with our real wedding considering it was annulled three years ago?”
“We should do it again,” Fallon responded but quickly lost her train of thought once again when Liam opened her robe and captured her nipple between his lips. “That night changed our lives, right?” She held the back of his head, curling her fingers in his hair as he held her breast to his mouth and sucked on her nipple.
“Mhmm,” Liam hummed in agreement. “Best day of my life,”
“There’s nothing I want more than to marry you, Liam,” throughout her life, Fallon had thought about her dream wedding more times than she could even count but what she never expected was that when the time came, she would plan her wedding in bed, straddling her future husband while he hungrily sucked on her breasts, “and I would like it to be at City Hall, on March 15,”
“As long as I’m the first option for your husband this time,” Liam let go of her nipple with a pop and looked up at her, a mix of love and lust in his shinny blue eyes.
“You do know that means you don’t get the biggest payday of your life after we sign the papers, right?” Fallon teased. As Liam started throbbing, his thrusts became kind of sloppy but he still managed to reach Fallon’s most sensitive spots. She felt the orgasm building up inside of her so she raised her hips one more time before sliding back down in one quick and experienced move. “Liam!” She screamed when his tip hit her wall. Her entire body shook as another wave of pleasure hit her.
“Come for me,” Liam pulled her closer to him, holding her tight while running his hand up and down her spine. Fallon was panting, her nails digging into his shoulder blades. “Let go, babe,” he spoke softly.
“Together,” Fallon swayed her hips even though the pressure between her legs were already too much. Her walls were contracting more at every second but as desperate as she was for a release, she wanted to get there with him.
“I’m almost there,” Liam informed. Moving one of her hands to his chin, she lifted his head and crashed her lips on his. “Fallon... oh God,” she had the advantage of being slightly higher than him so she immediately took control over him. When he parted his lips, her tongue waisted no time tangling with his. It didn’t take him long to reach his climax, spilling inside of her as she finally let go, lying her head against his while coming down from her high.
“This time I get to have you for the rest of my life after we sign the papers,” Liam told her. “Why would I want a fat check?”
“Does this mean you’re in?”
“I am,” Liam pulled her in for a passionate kiss. “I’m all in, Fal."