6 months later…

“Liam, what are you doing?” I ask in shock as he grabs my hand and tugs me towards the storage room in the shack. “We’re meant to be getting the food ready for after the service.”

“I know what we’re meant to be doing, but I can’t fucking think straight right now with you in that dress, and I can hardly sit through a wedding like this,” he says, pressing his hardness into my arse.

Butterflies erupt in my stomach at what he’s insinuating. “What if someone comes looking for us?”

“Isn’t that part of the thrill?” Pulling the door open, he pushes me inside ahead of him and feels along the wall for the light switch.

The second the door clicks shut, his hands are in my hair and his lips are on mine, ruining my perfectly applied lipstick.

“Fuck, Liv.” His hands skim over my shoulders and down to my tits, making sure he pinches my overly sensitive nipples before continuing lower. I moan as sparks shoot off around my body. “I can’t get enough of you like this,” he whispers in my ear. But he doesn’t have to tell me; I’m well aware of what he thinks of my body right now.

Both his hands land on my growing belly before he drops to his knees and places his lips against my baby bump.

“So fucking hot,” he mutters before pushing the bottom of my dress up over my hips and pulling my knickers to the side. He takes a second to appreciate the sight in front of him before he leans forward and gives me what I need. He’s not the only one this pregnancy makes horny.

“Oh god, Liam,” I whimper as quietly as possible. The last thing I want is to get caught up to no good minutes before my best friend gets married.

“Turn around,” he demands the moment his lips leave me. I do as I’m told and get myself comfortable on the shelf in front of me before I feel him nudging at my entrance.

“Where the hell have you two been?” Dec asks the second we step foot out on the decking where the wedding party are gathering. “Wait,” he says looking between the two of us, “don’t answer that. Just please tell me you didn’t do it anywhere near the food.”

“Dude, no. The storage—”

“Okay,” I sing, cutting off Liam’s oversharing. “Are we all set?”

“I just need my second best man, then my bride.”

“Where the hell is he?” Liam asks. “He was meant to be here over an hour ago.”

“Fucked if I know.”

I look between the two of them in their matching suits and pray that BJ doesn’t miss this. Since everything that went down with his family, we haven’t really seen much of him, but I know he’d hate himself if he missed one of his best friend’s weddings.

“There he is,” Liam says, pointing to BJ, who’s running towards us and pulling his girlfriend along behind him.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing him with the same woman more than once,” Dec says with a laugh.

Thanks to my bloody pregnancy hormones, I cry throughout the entire ceremony. Liam spends the whole time he’s stood up next to Dec and BJ smiling at me. He finds my highly emotional state cute, whereas I just find it annoying. I’ve never cried this much in my life. I was even sobbing at the toilet roll advert on the TV the other day.

At only twenty-four weeks, I’m already sporting a perfectly round bump. I’m dreading how big it’s going to be by the time I’m full term.

Discovering I was pregnant was the last thing I expected. I was only a few weeks into my new job before I was spending the mornings puking in the staff toilets. As disappointed to as I was to know I was going to have to give up a job I finally loved for a while, I was even more excited to be growing a little Liam. We found out a few weeks ago that it’s a boy, and I can’t stop picturing what he might look like with his dad’s dark hair and even darker eyes. I feel a flutter in my belly and my eyes immediately find Liam’s. He’s desperate to feel him moving, but at the moment, that privilege is all mine.

“How are you holding up?” Liam whispers in my ear as the evening do kicks off. “Do you need to sit down?” His concern is sweet, although some days it can be a little stifling. But I know he’s only looking out for me.

“I’m really good.”

“And peanut? He’s okay?”

“Yes. Stop worrying.” Looking over to the makeshift dance floor, I see that Nicole and Dec have just finished their first dance. “Come dance with me.”

Liam’s eyes flash with desire before he grabs my hand and we join a few other couples swaying back and forth.

“That will be us soon,” he says, nodding over to Nicole and Dec where they’re stood talking to his parents.

“You know we’re already married, right?” I whisper so only he can hear it. Only two other people know that the day we found out we were expecting, we booked to tie the knot in the local registry office. Liam told me there was no way I was having our child while I had a different surname, and I couldn’t argue with that. So three weeks later, along with Nicole and Dec as our witnesses, we said our vows and embarked on our life as a married couple, albeit a secret one. We will have a proper wedding—our parents won’t allow us not to—but we’ll worry about that once peanut’s arrived.

“I know, but I can’t wait to unwrap you from your wedding dress.” His lips land on the sensitive skin on my neck and I sigh with contentment.

When I open my eyes, I find BJ looking back at me with a wide smile on his face as he dances with his girl. After returning his smile, I glance around at all the other loved-up couples surrounding us. It may have taken some of us longer than others, but in the end, we found our happily ever afters.