Welcome to my Steam fanfiction 'Written in the stars'. I have been thinking about writing a Steam fanfic for a while, and the lack of stories dedicated to Steffy and Liam just pushed me to do it.
Bell owns the characters, but this story is entirely mine. Intellectual property rights is a thing, so beware: I will not tolerate plagiarism, and yes, there will always be someone to report you, trust me. I have spent considerable time on this, so please respect that and don't copy/repost my work without my consent. Thank you.
Steffy Forrester had just come back from her trip to Paris, and her boyfriend, Liam Spencer, was holding her in his arms, a happy expression on his face. When they broke away, Liam brought a hand to Steffy's hair and kissed her cheek.
"I'm glad you're back." Liam told her.
"You mean it?" she asked in a low voice with a small smile on her face.
He smiled back at her and shook his head. He brought his face closer to hers.
"You have no idea how much I missed you." He assured her.
She kept smiling and gazed at him. He brought her back into his arms, passing a hand through her hair.
She eventually pulled away, "Hope's presence wasn't sufficient to fill my absence?" she asked in a deceptive calm tone.
She took a look around the house at the search of evidence indicating the blonde's presence in her home where she was utterly unwelcome as far as the hostess was concerned. Fortunately, she didn't find anything. However, as she cast a glance at the room she shared with Liam, flashes of Hope and the latter practically rolling in THEIR sheets ran through Steffy's head, and she momentarily closed her eyes in disgust.
Liam looked at Steffy shamefully, then directed his gaze to the ground. When he looked back up at her, he caught her looking at him expectantly.
Truth be told, Steffy was more mad at herself than at Liam. She should have known better than to trust Liam and leave town at such a critical moment. After all, the man wasn't exactly known for his sense of commitment. But then again, her father needed her so… what choice did she have?
"I'm sorry…Hope shouldn't have come over here when you had just left." He admitted.
"No, it's ok." Steffy brushed it off with her hand. "It's only natural that she rushed over here once she knew I was leaving town. It just makes me laugh because meanwhile she goes and pretends to be a saint." She was clearly mocking her.
Liam looked at her, inwardly disapproving, before directing his gaze elsewhere and making a face. He then cleared his throat.
"But I don't blame her, I don't. She's just trying to 'make up for lost time' she reckons you guys have been robbed…" she paused. "I can see why. But you didn't lose time, Liam. Time didn't just stop when you and Hope broke up. It kept going. And you moved on! At least I thought you did." She stated, obviously distraught.
"I understand Hope's behavior." She said truthfully. "You, on the other hand, I am having quite some trouble understanding."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let her come here just after your departure. I feel bad about it." He confessed.
William Jr Spencer really did feel bad. He felt bad for hurting and stringing along both Steffy and Hope. Every time he was with the blonde while Steffy was away, he knew the whole thing was a terrible idea. He knew every moment with her would only make things worse and the decision harder.
He shouldn't have left things get so far with Hope. But how could he not? How could he help himself when the woman he was supposed to spend his life with was desperate to have him back? When she was making it clear she still loved him and wanted him?
"You and Hope had a lot to work through. It's good that you had this time together: you needed it." She said, moving towards the couch to have a seat.
Liam shook his head from left to right in amazement. He turned to gaze at Steffy, then walked over to her.
He bent next to her and gave her a genuine, mesmerized smile.
"What?" she questioned, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"How do you do that?" he asked, his eyebrows creased, his expression showing his amazement.
"How can you always be so understanding?" he asked her, bemused.
Indeed, the understanding Steffy daily showed where Liam was concerned was really outside the norm; she was quite the opposite of Hope in that area. The most recent example of that fact was when Rick finally confessed his and Athello's lie and the truth came out… Liam thought that with everything revealed and Hope trying to make amends, Steffy would freak out and go all insecure on him. He thought she would get suspicious or throw jealousy fits… But there had been nothing.
On the contrary, she had encouraged him to spend some time with Hope trying to deal with… whatever it was that needed to be dealt with. And even more impressive, she didn't hesitate to leave for Paris the second her father needed her, despite the horrible timing. She trusted him.
"I ask myself every day what I did to deserve a woman like you… to deserve you…" Liam voiced his thoughts.
"Well, don't you say all the right things?" she asked rhetorically, a smile lighting up her face.
Steffy shrugged. "Well, let's just say you're a lucky man." She answered his unspoken question.
"Yeah, I definitely am."
She smiled at him. "I'm glad that I'm back though." Steffy confessed. "I'm glad that I'm back and I, I'm ready to start living my life…" She paused. "… With you. The question is 'Are you?'" she asked hesitantly.
Liam looked straight into Steffy's beautiful green eyes and saw that she needed reassurance, but he didn't quite know what to say.
"Mom, would you chill?" Thomas asked Taylor, his eyes purposely broadening as he expressed his irritation.
"I am chilling." Taylor replied, continuing her stamping her foot getting Thomas even more annoyed.
He gave her a look.
She looked at him and let out an aggravated sigh after stopping her stamping.
"What the hell has got you so concerned anyway?" he asked knitting his eyebrows.
She looked at him briefly, and then got up. "Nothing."
She got away from the small table in the living room.
What was she supposed to tell him? That his sister was pregnant with her so-called boyfriend's child, her so-called boyfriend who had been spending most of his free time since Steffy flew to Paris alone with Hope?! Flirting… and doing God knew what else?
That wasn't her place. Moreover, Steffy would kill her if the word 'pregnant' even grazed her lips. And Thomas would kill Liam if he heard a word about his disrespectful never-ending flirting with Hope.
"Nothing?" Thomas repeated, incredulous. "You weren't this worried the day before I got my tonsils removed!"
Taylor didn't budge.
"Mom, what is going on?" Thomas insisted.
She turned and glanced in his direction.
Then, she turned her attention back to the balcony she could look at through the French window.
"I'm worried about your sister." Taylor admitted.
"Steffy?!"Thomas said, the utmost confusion laced in his voice. "Why?" he asked. "Has something happened?!" he jumped out of his seat, his eyes widened and worry evident in them.
"No, no, no worries." Taylor put her hand before her. "Nothing has happened to your sister. She's okay. At least, I hope so."
"Then what it is?" he asked.
She didn't answer.
"Liam?" he tried.
Once again, Taylor didn't answer but he noticed her shift and he reacted by frowning. He approached her more.
"Mom…?" he called out for her.
Tom sighed of exasperation. "What has he done again?" he inquired, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
"What do you think?"
"He keeps flirting with Hope?"
"He does." Taylor confirmed.
They remained in silence for a moment, each lost in their thoughts.
"You think he's going back to her, don't you?" Thomas eventually asked, his concern for his sister's happiness evident in his voice and wrinkled forehead.
Taylor turned to look at her son and returned his question: "Don't you?"
Liam and Steffy were still in their living room. He was now sitting next to her. He asked her if she wanted him to cook her something or fix her some hot cocoa but she declined the offer saying that she already ate on the plane and was okay.
"How was your trip?" Liam asked Steffy.
"It was okay. It was great to see my dad, of course. My time with him was the best part of my trip." She answered.
He smiled at her.
Spending some time with Ridge had been really good for Steffy. Her father had always been her greatest support, her grandma excluded, and she was at a time in her life when she needed him more than ever. Indeed, now that she was pregnant with a child of her own, Steffy's parents would become even more essential to her sake and well-being.
She had no idea if she could count on Liam or not as far as this pregnancy was concerned considering she didn't even know if she was going to tell him or not… However, she knew her parents would ALWAYS be there for her. She knew despite their geographic distance that her father was still and would always be there with her.
She smiled at the thought.
"How is he?" he asked.
Steffy shrugged. "He's been better…" she admitted. "My presence helped him, though. At least, that's the impression he gave me."
"Getting over Brooke is harder than he thought." Steffy added.
"Yeah, I can imagine." Liam declared without taking the time to think of his words.
Steffy's eyes shot up at Liam. "You sure can." She commented bitterly before getting up and moving away from her boyfriend.
The latter watched her as she did so.
"Years of falling in and out of love with a Logan… it doesn't leave without marks." She remarked.
"Your father will get through this." Liam stated getting up as well.
"I know he will." She paused. "He's a strong man."
"Oh…" he moved closer to her. "…so that's who you got all your strength from." He said bearing a smile on his face.
Liam circled his girlfriend's waist with his arms and placed a soft kiss on her cheek before moving to her neck leaving a trail of hot kisses on his way. Steffy brought her hands in Liam's dark hair in an attempt to steady herself, not quite successfully.
"Actually, I believe I got my strength from my grandmother." She declared with difficulty.
Liam removed his lips from Steffy's neck for an instant to look into the gorgeous brunette's eyes. "Is that so?"
She nodded with effort.
He hummed and brought his lips beside her ear before he whispered: "Wonder what else you got from her…"
As Liam's hot breath swelled over the shell of her ear, Steffy almost lost her own breath.
Liam then attacked and devoured Steffy's collarbone in a mixture of kissing and nipping. The latter moved her right hand from Liam's hair to his neck to his left shoulder.
Trying to learn how to breathe again, she braced her hand that rested on his shoulder against his chest to put an end to his ministrations.
"Liam…" she murmured panting. "There's something I need to tell you."
"Oh come on, don't you think we've done enough talking for today?" he rhetorically asked.
He kept kissing her right where her ear met her neck.
"As a matter of fact, yes, I do." She got a grip on herself and managed to free herself from his grasp. "I know I am."
She moved to the other end of the room and turned around to face an utterly confused Liam.
"I am tired of talking to myself mostly. I am tired of wondering if I'm a good enough life partner, I am tired of wondering if I'm giving you what you need." Steffy was obviously trying her best to remain calm.
Liam was listening and looking at his girlfriend intently, his eyebrows creased. He surely wasn't expecting this. What was this coming from?
Sure, Steffy had reasons to ask herself so many questions given his inappropriate and rather changing behavior… but she had never before expressed her uncertainties so clearly and bluntly so much actually that Liam didn't even know she had ones.
"I am tired of asking myself if I'm making you happy, Liam! And I am so, so sick of questioning your devotion and loyalty to me!" she declared overwrought and with tears in the corner of her eyes.
"Steffy…" Liam said; concern evident in his voice. He moved to get to her and comfort her but she wouldn't let him touch her and moved away.
He tilted his head in incomprehension, his mouth half-opened.
"Sweetheart, what is going on?" he tried to know.
Steffy sighed and brought her fingers to both extremities of her eyes near her nose; she pinched the spot.
She brought a hand to her stomach without Liam noticing and breathed in deeply trying to calm herself down and gather the rest of strength she had left.
Then, she dropped her hands to her sides and turned around so they could see each other.
"The day I was leaving for Paris… I had to make a stop back at home. I, I wanted to talk to you." Steffy declared.
"Ok." Liam spoke not quite seeing where the conversation was going to.
"Hope was already here." She continued.
He looked away for an instant as if trying to remember the day.
"And you didn't come in? Why didn't…?" he stopped immediately when he saw the look Steffy was giving him.
It didn't take Liam very long to understand.
"Oh… Oh no, Steffy…" Liam spoke.
"I saw… you two… in our bed." She explained. "It was too much to witness so I left." She sighed in the end and lowered her head.
He moved to one end of the room and she reached the other end.
"Oh my God, Steffy, I want you to know that we didn't…" he started.
"Is that supposed to make everything ok?" Steffy asked in a rather calm tone, her eyebrows frown however, cutting him off.
"No, of course not!" Liam answered. He advanced towards the raven-haired woman.
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" she asked slowly but surely losing her temper, making a step in Liam's direction.
Steffy sighed and shook her head in disbelief and extreme desperation, her eyes closed, biting her lip. This situation was becoming awfully stressful for her and last time she checked, stress wasn't exactly recommended for pregnant women… Therefore she had to be exceptionally careful for both her and her baby.
She pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Steffy, I am so so sorry… you didn't deserve to witness such a scene… I, I am so sorry." He apologized. "God, I can't believe you're not throwing things at me, right now."
"No reason to." She told him. "I am not Hope, Liam!" She said desperately. "When are you going to realize that?"
"Throw things at you, really?" she rhetorically asked. "How mature is that?"
"It's far more her style anyway." she added rolling her eyes and moving past Liam to the other end of the living room.
Liam turned to watch her movement.
He studied her demeanor and felt so bad for it. She seemed so out of her skin. He could barely see the so strong Steffy Forrester he had always known and been able to rely on in hard times. Usually, she bore this beautiful blinding smile and literally radiated with light but in that moment, her complexion was blade and she had a morose look.
Liam's heart tightened in his chest at the thought that he was the one who put her in such a state and an even guiltier look found its place on his face.
The raven-haired woman leaned on the table thanks to the support of her hands. She sighed.
"Look at me trashing Hope." She said half-yelling half-laughing ironically. "Why am I trashing Hope?!" she asked herself bringing her hands to her face. "She's not the problem." Steffy remarked.
She turned to face the father of her unborn child before she added: "You are…" she said as if the realization had just hit her mind, putting the emphasis on the word 'you'.
She turned around again.
Liam remained silent as he watched his girlfriend literally have a nervous breakdown. He was astonished, had no idea what to do, what to say… What could he say? Steffy was right. Steffy was a hundred percent right: he was the problem indeed; and he was perfectly aware of that. He just had no idea what to do about that fact; he had no idea how to change it.
Liam knew he had to make a decision… for good, this time. He couldn't keep this up… stringing them both along. Turning to Steffy every time he went through a crisis with Hope, running back to Hope every time the crisis seemed resolved… He had to pick. But which one? This would probably be the biggest decision of his life and it would affect his and mostly their entire future. He couldn't make it without due reflection.
Steffy brought a hand to her still small stomach. "I see what we could have… I can feel it inside of me." She told him stroking her stomach. Little did he know her words had a literal meaning.
"But if you don't…" she continued. "As hard as it will be for me to lose you…" she paused to turn and face Liam. "… you should put an end to us." She ended with tears building in her eyes.
"Sweetheart, please, you need to sit." Liam demanded as he advanced towards Steffy to accomplish the said action and make her sit.
"No!" Steffy raised a hand before her as if to prevent Liam from touching her.
The latter stayed still, speechless, his eyes widened.
"What I need is some time." Steffy spoke.
"Ok." Liam agreed.
"…away." She added.
Liam tilted his head to the side and knit his brows. "What are you saying?" he asked; a hint of not only hesitation but fear also in his voice.
Steffy swallowed with difficulty. She raised her head and turned to face her boyfriend.
"I love you, Liam, you know that." She began. "You know that I will never stop loving you."
Liam lowered his head preparing himself for what was about to come.
Steffy moved slowly towards him.
Once she reached him, she took his chin into her hand and lifted it gently.
As he painfully held her gaze, she painfully continued.
"This isn't me pressuring you." She stated. "This isn't me trying to force you to make a decision you're not ready to make… You know I'd never do that to you." She looked right into Liam's eyes and put the palm of her hand on Liam's face.
"This is me trying to be the bigger person and above all, learning from the past." She specified. "I refuse to be the default choice in your beautiful and eternal love story with Hope, like my mom was in my father and Brooke's romance." She explained. "I won't play that part." She stated with determination.
She dropped her hand from Liam's face and moved away from him in the entry's direction.
"What are you…? Liam began to ask.
"I am moving out." Steffy answered his unfinished question.
"What?!" Liam exclaimed. "But you can't…"
"I can…" she cut him off after she turned. "… and I am." She told him, resolution anchored in her eyes and her voice.
"I am done… letting you waste my time. I am not making the same mistake my mother did: clinging to a relationship when clearly my dad wanted to be with Brooke instead."
"Not that it worked out." Liam commented, his head lowered, not looking at her.
"Not that you and Hope would either." The raven-haired woman pointed out. "But that's up to you to find out. I'm not going to be along for the ride."
"Is that an ultimatum?" he asked her. "It sure looks like one.
"No, it's not." Steffy merely responded. "You know I'd never do that to you." She added.
He nodded lightly.
She advanced towards him. "I'm not going to make you stay with me because I, I made some demands." She told him. "You know that's not who I am."
He kept nodding. "Yeah."
"But like I said, I'm done doing this. I'm done waiting in limbo. I doubt Hope appreciates this situation either. This isn't an ultimatum." Steffy stated. "It's called growing up." She clarified shrugging.
"Liam, you need to make a decision! … Without me or Hope interfering and messing with your head! That's why I'm moving out… and that's why I'm hoping that you won't let her take this opportunity to move back in." she paused. "You need to choose which life you want to lead, Liam, and I wish that you would do it so I can move on with mine!" she ended desperately.
Liam gazed at her with a sorry expression but didn't reply.
She turned around once again about to grab her bag but was stopped by Liam.
He approached her slowly. And for a second, Steffy thought he'd ask her to stay; she hoped he would anyway. She hoped he'd tell her that he loved her and that no thinking was necessary because his choice was already made.
Instead, Liam brought both his hands to her arms and stroked them before declaring: "I love you." He looked her straight in the eyes lowering his face towards hers as if to amplify his words and underline their sincerity.
Then, he cupped her beautiful face and laid a loving kiss on her forehead.
"I'll call you tomorrow."
Steffy just stared at Liam emotionless, without uttering a syllable: it was impossible to make out the mystery her eyes held and decipher the thoughts her mind sheltered.
"You just do… what you have to." She replied. "So will I." she declared before heading towards the door.
She made her exit under her 'boyfriend's unexpressive gaze.
Liam was slumped on his couch, a glass only half-filled with neat scotch in his hand. He thought he looked pathetic what was entirely false to be honest. And to say, just a few months ago, he was living a perfect life with Steffy in their perfect home and their perfect world with a perfect and radiant future ahead of them. He had almost succeeded in getting Hope out of his system. And now here he was, looking awful on his couch, drowning his sorrow in a glass of alcohol, trying to figure his life out. Liam couldn't believe things had gotten so messed up. He couldn't believe he had let things get so messed up.
This isn't the life that he wanted and it certainly wasn't the one he had planned. No, he had planned to spend the rest of his days with Hope. He had planned to marry her and start a family with her… have children with her… They were supposed to grow old together, grow grey hair together, and watch their grandkids play around in their garden rapt with wonder.
His phone's bell interrupted his thoughts. He looked at the screen.
'Hello?' he answered.
'Liam? It's me…' Hope said.
Hope you enjoyed the first chapter and want more.
Till' next time.