Forward

Pulse.

The Ravens were one game away from the Superbowl. That trophy was so close, Spencer could almost taste it. They were scheduled to play the Bills in snowy, Buffalo on a Sunday afternoon. Their team was young and most hadn't played in a game as big as the AFC Championship outside of college playoffs and bowl games. There were nerves but the team was confident in their ability to bring Baltimore another Superbowl trophy.

Spencer was trying to stay focused on his physical health in preparation for the championship game. That meant more ice baths, massages and maintaining his healthy diet. One other sacrifice he was willing to make was refraining from extracurricular activities that required a lot of his energy. Discipline in that area was probably the hardest out of everything he was doing to prep for the game. The temptation was almost too hard to pass up but he had a promise to keep to himself in order to be at his best.

"Aren't you cold," Spencer asked, his eyes following Olivia as she crossed the living room in yoga shorts and a sports bra. He already had to sit through her workout when she opted to do it in his living room instead of the gym. "It's literally eight inches of snow outside."

"Did you not see how intense that workout was? Hell no, I'm not cold," Olivia replied, not even turning around to see her boyfriend glaring at her. When he didn't respond, it hit her. A smirk formed on her lips when she added, "Getting blue balls over there?"

"Liv...."

"You made this rule up for yourself. I didn't say don't touch me for the next week," she noted, earning an even more intense glare. "Babe, I think we shouldn't have sex until after the Superbowl because my legs, my body, blah, blah, blah," Olivia mocked.

"How about you finish your workout at your place," Spencer suggested, tilting his head in sarcasm. "I'm tired of hearing Mike Peele scream top, top, top anyway."

"You're just mad because I'm not on top, top, top of you," Olivia teased back, smiling in satisfaction when she knew he couldn't say anything back.

"Get out," he replied, trying to hold back the laughter building in his chest. "Seriously. You're a bad influence."

"Fine you can watch me as I go though. I know how much you enjoy that." Putting an extra switch in her step, Olivia walked out of the apartment knowing she succeeded in pushing Spencer's buttons for the day.
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Jordan was on Olivia everyday about the script to his pilot episode. He wanted to send it to a few networks within the next week.

"I'm towards the end. If you give me enough time to finish it," Olivia sighed, talking to her brother for the third time that day. He was a nervous wreck and now it was rubbing off on her with him rushing her to finish the first script.

"I gave you all the time in the world. What do you mean you're almost finished," Jordan fussed, rubbing his wife's growing baby bump. Simone was in his other ear urging him to watch how he was speaking to her sister-in-law. "No, babe...she's had weeks."

"I do have a job, Jordan Michael. I've been working on this during my free time, which I don't have much of," the twin sister replied, pulling out her laptop to make a few notes on the script while Jordan continued venting. "Simone, you may end up without a baby daddy if he doesn't back off."

"Girl, I'm trying to tell him," Simone added, rubbing her husband's back as he rubbed his temples. "The script will be fine. We'll meet the deadline."

"If she speeds up her creative process," Jordan exclaimed.

"How about I speed up your trip to the graveyard instead. It'll be done before the championship game. Don't worry," Olivia ended the call before he wore her patience thin.