Partners In Our Own Crime| BEING EDITED

19.Where Will Life Take Us?

"Still working?" It had been three days and Olivia hadn't left her office—except for showering and taking a break to eat. The way she was working Spencer had thought she was re-writing the whole story.

"I'm nearly finished, just a few more things to change," he chuckled.

"You said that three days ago," she snorted.

"And it still stands."

"Take a walk with me," he stared at her, his body still leaning against the door of her office.

"Are you crazy?" She looked over at him with wide eyes.

"For you? Yes." He walked further in.

"Spencer, I have to finish this," she sighed, letting her shoulders drop.

"And you will...but taking a break doesn't hurt anyone."

She rolled her eyes, but still stood to her feet, "thirty minutes."

"Fair."
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"Okay, okay, but you have to admit, Spencer Jr has a nice ring to it." She scrunched her brows at him. The conversation was a bit too early to be having—considering the fact that they'd only made things official a few days ago—but they'd thought it would be nice coming up with names for their future child. Three years apart really had them thinking about their future together. Spencer who couldn't wait for these things had been the one to start on the topic, running through a list of names he'd picked since being just a teenage boy. Of course the list had changed a bit since then. But all in all, he could care less about the name, as long as his child came from the woman standing next to him.

"It does...but I'm not naming our child that," he snarled.

"Exactly our child." She chuckled.

"Okay. How 'bout we make a deal?" His eyes were intrigued.

"I'm listening."

"We can name one of our kids Spencer Jr." He raised an eyebrow, a small grin on his lips.

"One of our kids, huh?"

She giggled, "yeah, one."

He pulled her in, smothering her with kisses. Her giggles were heard, him attacking her face in the middle of the side walk, not caring who stood and watched.

"Okay, okay." She surrendered.

"Enough," she laughed. He pulled away, bringing his lips to hers.

"You know," she pulled away, "I wonder if life will be good to us."

"Oh it will. If I have anything to do with it." She smiled, her eyes bright with joy.

"Mhm, I bet."

Silence filled, and he mouth parted as he'd finally gathered the courage to ask a question he'd been thinking about since making it official.

"You ever thought about going back to L.A.?" His voice was a whisper, a tight feeling in his chest as he waited for her response.

"Before, yeah....but after my dad dying...it just doesn't seem as fitting." She saw his frown.

"But," she lifted his chin, "there's no rush. Maybe...maybe one day soon I'll be ready."

"We'll be ready." He pulled her in, placing a light kiss to her forehead.

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"It's been three days, and not one call, what's up with you?" Sasha scolded her friend through the phone. Wasn't the first time that had happened. Sasha stayed grilling Liv about something.