"Babe, darling, my sugar plum," Liam calls out to you from your shared bed, acting like the spoiled mess he is when he's sick. "Come here, I need to tell you something." He takes hold of your arm as you stand near the bed and pulls you to lie down with him.

"I think we should have live music as we walk down the aisle, wouldn't that be magical?" He hugs you tighter. "Don't start, I know you're going to tell me to do nothing and rest, but our wedding is coming up soon, and I should help too."