Liam's POV

I want to keep my distance and not blur lines but it's hard.

It's so damn hard.

I almost gave in and kissed her a couple of nights ago.

To be close to her again is like the void I've had ever since has been filled. It's worse with Dylan, it feels like my heart is going to burst. That kid is cheeky, sassy and impulsive and he reminds me of myself when I was his age.

Maybe even more.

I know she went through a lot but by looking at that kid all I can think of is: There's no way in hell he's not my son.

He looks an awful lot like me. My eyes, my skin tone, and a big part of my personality.

There's no way he's not mine.

But I understand her fear though. If I were to discover he's not mine I...

I'd be fucking devastated.

The ringing tone from my phone stops my thinking daze while dressing for work. Looking up to see who it is, I groan internally.

My mother doesn't know when to give up. But if I don't get it out of the way right now, she won't stop until I talk to her.

"Hey, mom," I say while looking for my shoes.