Coffee Shop | Elizabeth Olsen

69: Fix It

Mum was staying with us to make sure I was okay, me telling her I was okay wasn't enough for her. Lizzie had been in so much pain this past two weeks, she's not been further than our bathroom. Scarlett has come to visit a few times but she's not brought Rose, she thought it would upset Lizzie.

I walked into the kitchen and made some coffee for the two of us. She wasn't up for eating much right now. I refilled her hot water bottle. And waited for the coffees to be done. I saw my rings on the ring stand by the sink. I rubbed my ring finger as I looked at them, I did this every morning and I was yet to slip them back on the respective fingers. I knew there wasn't a chance in hell we were having this wedding in November. Lizzie wasn't doing so well and it wouldn't be right. She needed to be okay within herself before putting on a happy show for everyone. I want her to enjoy the special day. But another reason why I haven't put them on yet is that we don't have good communication and if we were to get married then we should be able to talk. She should have felt able to tell me what really happened. Before the other night, never mind telling me and knowing I'd believe her without needing Robbie to admit it.

How can we get married if we can't talk to each other? She's always been able to talk to me about everything. I felt arms wrap around my waist, I tensed up at first as it's not a typical thing that has happened recently. I wipe my face dry from the tears tat I had let slip. I see her ring one on each ring finger and relax tilting my head to one side so she could rest her head there. "Morning, Princess." I don't bring up the fact that she's out of bed. "I made your hot water bottle," I say reaching for it. "Don't need it... But thank you." "It's okay."

She squeezed me tighter so I rested my hand on hers. "I made you coffee," I say stepping out of her embrace to get the mug that had been filled by the machine. I switch it out for mine and hand her the fresh coffee. "Thanks." She took it and sat on the island counter, I leant against the counter facing her. Her eyes kept flicking to my hands so I moved them behind my body leaning on them. "What's happening?" "We're making coffee," I say casually reaching for my mug that was done. I added sugar to it before sipping it. It burnt my mouth I should have turned the temperature setting down. "I mean with us." "We're standing slash sitting in the kitchen?" "Us, us. You and me and the wedding and the promises and the rings that you've not put back on." I shrugged. I didn't know myself.

"Are we finished? Are we over with still?" I sipped my coffee again, burning my mouth to buy myself some time. I put my mug down and move to the fridge to get the eggs out. "Do you want an omelette?" "I would love to talk." "Tomatoes and fake bacon okay? I haven't been to the store... Ooh, we have some cheese as well." "Eleanor." She said sharply. "I don't know." "So you've spent the last two weeks being there to just leave." "No." "Then why sit with me in the hospital and come home with me and look after me." "Because it was the right thing to do." "My mum could have done it, in fact, she can." "That's not what I meant." I stop her from climbing off the counter. "Can I make you breakfast?" She nodded.

I get started on the omelettes. "What did you mean?" "I meant it felt right to come home and to take care of you." "So you wanted to?" "When have I done anything I didn't want to do?" "The fashion show." "Fine, it was something I wanted to, yes." I clarify. "Then why don't you know if we're together or not?" "Are we together?" "You broke up with me." "You told me you slept with someone else, that warrants a breakup." "But I did." "You were raped... It's not the same thing. Not even close to being the same thing." "Then why don't you know." "A whole month Lizzie," I say cracking an egg harshly and it went all over the counter. "For fuck sake," I mumble to myself. "You didn't say anything for a whole month..." I say turning to face her.

"I didn't want it to be real. I just wanted to forget about it and then I found out I was." She stopped talking and her hand rested on her belly. I move to stand between her legs my hands rub up and down her thigh to comfort her. She rested her head on my shoulder bending down slightly to do so. "I knew it would have ruined everything and you would have left." "I wouldn't have left you, Princess." "You should have." "No, it wasn't your fault, we would have worked it out like we work everything out and we'd be fine... We will be fine." I corrected. I moved my hands to her hips and pulled her to the edge of the counter before letting my arms go around her waist., I pecked her neck and cheek. "I'm sorry he did that to you." "Your mum hates me." "No, she doesn't. She's just worried about me. I asked for my mum I don't ask for my mum when I'm just upset. I only ask when I'm in a bad way." "I did that." "It's just because I'm madly in love with you," I admit to her. "Still?" "Always."