Chapter 90: Not His Mom
"Fizzy..." She pulled his arm. "Fizzy, am I not beautiful as your mom?" she asked. He did not look at her. She let out a sigh.
"I know... Apart from the hair color, your mom and I have nothing in common. Your mother had a bit of dark, beautiful copper shade of red hair, while I am a carrot top. I can see why you are offended," she added rubbing his back.
And oddly, she drew another parallel with his mom. She wondered if she should talk to him about it.
"Carrot top?" Liam turned to face her. "Honey, you’re not a carrot top. You are a firehead. The fire in your heart oozes out of your head. It is pretty." He held her cheek.
His blue eyes lingered over her face for some time. After the little exercise they did, his skin was flushed and he looked mesmerizingly hot.
"Your sapphire blue eyes that are like pools of life eternal that could douse even the fires of hell... Your beautiful hair that is pretty as the flame Prometheus brought to earth, your plump, rosy cheeks that hold the innocence of childhood, those lips..." he pinched her lower lip.
"... those lips red as a cherry, that perfect cupid bow that would make me lose myself..." he kissed her lips. "You are prettier than my mother...And...Always running behind me, being there for me when I need you...Cherry, you are nothing like my mother. I don’t know what she was like. But from what I remember, she was just an empty shell and not even close to being lively as you," he kissed her forehead.
"Oh, Fizzy, don’t go resent your mother now. She couldn’t help it. She was depressed!"
"I know..." Liam smiled. "I know that very well. I’m just saying that your wild and lively character is what attracted me to you; not your appearance..." he looked at her face once more. "Well, not just your appearance..."
Rory placed her hand over her pounding heart. "You say that after all your poetic description of my appearance," she buried her face in his chest. "I agree that you don’t have Oedipus Complex... Also, they are not even considering it a thing these days," she said and pulled away from him.
"Why?" he pulled her closer to his chest.
"Let me fix my clothes... this awful hospital gown," she pouted. "You didn’t even undress but you made me naked," she pinched him.