Chapter 92: Her Dream House
"Here," Liam passed a bag to Rory. "Change of clothes."
"Look how handy your dad is, Ellie," Rory kissed the apple cheeks of her daughter. She could not control her glee having him taking care of her.
Liam got Ellie from Rory’s hands. He then made a swift loop around Rory making Ellie giggle. "I, Fitzwilliam, Your Royal Highness," he bowed. "...have crossed seven seas and seven mountains to get you these clothes! I faced monsters, wild beasts *cough* monsters, and...a Dragon as big as an airplane..."
He pointed his index finger at Rory who was trying hard to not laugh out loud. She missed seeing the goofy part of him.
"All for you, Madame... You were uncomfortable in the hospital gown and I swore it in my little heart to make you comfortable and embarked on this arduous journey. But my valiance, my chivalry is getting ignored blatantly while this little prick..." He glared at Ellie and the baby smiled showing her toothless mouth. Her little hands waved in front of his face and tried to grab his nose.
Liam could not control his smile seeing his daughter. He kissed her cheek. "This little rugrat stole my kiss from you, madame!" His shoulders drooped. "The pain!" he grabbed his chest.
Ellie looked at Liam’s exaggerated actions and laughed squishing her button nose. The small hospital room filled with the happy laughter of a baby and for Rory that was better than any medicines.
"Oh, dear Sir, forgive my impudence," Rory stood up. "I really should treat the one who got me these clothes," she walked closer to him.
Liam with a wide grin, leaned forward to accept her kiss. Rory saw him closing his eyes and puckering his lips to get her kiss. Her lips curved to a playful smile.
"But Sir, you were with me the whole time. When did you cross seven mountains and seven seas for me? Why don’t you bring me the brave man who truly crossed seven mountains and seven seas~"
"Alright, alright!" Liam opened his eyes and he did not look impressed. "It was Derick," he pouted. "Get dressed. He wants to meet you. He..." His lips then curled. "...misses you," he impersonated Derick and spoke with a deeper voice.
Rory chuckled. "My sour blueberry tart..." she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips."Oh, how much I missed your sourness..." she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to bed.