@sleepyyyheadddy: Liam rocked Cyrille gently in his arms while Rosé hummed soft lullabies and bounced on her feet, but the baby just cried harder, her little face turning red. They tried giving her the pacifier, patting her back, wrapping her tighter—nothing worked. Both of them were sweating and panicking, looking at each other like they had no idea what else to do. Meanwhile up in the plane, Jennie kept twisting her hands. Guilt was eating at her—she’d left three little kids behind, and she couldn’t stop worrying if they were okay. She wanted to call Liam or Rosé so bad, so she reached into her bag to get her phone. That was when her fingers brushed against something smooth and black she didn’t recognize. She pulled it out—it was Liam’s wallet. She must have grabbed it by mistake when she rushed past the dining table earlier. She opened it carefully, and the first thing she saw was a tiny old photo of baby Kirk, chubby and grinning. Then another slipped out and landed on her lap. She picked it up slowly. It was her, piggyback on Liam’s back, both of them laughing so hard. Liam’s smile was so wide his deep dimples showed clearly. Right behind it was another one—them standing in the mall under the awning, holding iced coffee. Liam was looking at her like she was the only thing that mattered, and she was sipping her drink, smiling softly back at him. A sharp pain hit her head, and suddenly everything went blurry. She was nineteen again… She was so tired after running around the whole school fair, her feet aching so bad she could barely step. Liam knelt down right in front of her without a single question. “Hop on,” he said gently. She climbed on his back, and he stood up like she weighed nothing, carrying her all the way to the bus stop even when she teased him that he’d get sore later. A few days after that, they snuck off to the mall after class. It poured rain suddenly, so they just stood there under the roof, sharing cold coffee, not saying much, just happy to be close. Back then, his smile was always the first thing she looked for, and being with him felt like the safest place in the whole world. She remembered how patient he was with her, how gentle he always stayed. Their college days—how he’d treat her like she was something precious, never once raising his voice or laying a hand on her, always opening doors, buying her whatever she wanted, just to see her smile. She remembered the day she told him she was pregnant—he’d cried happy tears, spun her around, and from then on wouldn’t let her carry anything heavier than a water bottle. Then the memory turned dark. She was six months pregnant, sitting in the passenger seat. “Wear your seatbelt, Jen, please,” Liam had said for the third time. “I’m fine,” she’d answered. “I’m safe as long as you’re driving.” He was telling her about the little room he’d fixed up for their baby, when suddenly a huge truck came out of nowhere. Liam threw his whole body over her to shield her, and then everything went black. When she woke up later, things were messy and hurtful. She remembered how rude and sharp she’d been to Liam after that. She remembered the day Liam finally lost his temper and raised his hand at Lisa—and how she’d shoved Liam away hard, choosing Lisa over him without even stopping to think. The blurry images faded, and she was back on the plane, clutching those old photos tight. Tears spilled fast down her cheeks, and she cried so hard her whole body shook. How could I forget all this? How could I treat him so badly when he loved me this much? “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” she whispered over and over, burying her face in her hands. “I’m sorry, Liam… I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry, my son… I’m sorry I left you too.” ⬇️⬇️#foryoupage #jenlisa_story #xyzbca

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