Lana Thredson

Home sweet home

Lana sat completely still in Oliver's car, fixated on the house in front of her, there house, she corrected herself, it was he home also. She tried to see if any recollection of your house would bring back any memories, sadly it didn't. She turned to look at Oliver who was staring right back at her, "Home sweet home," he spoke, putting the car in park.

"It's a beautiful house," Lana whispered out loud, creating conversation.

"Yes, you picked it," Oliver lied smiling.

"Huh," Lana said creasing her forehead, it did seem like the type of house she would dream of living in.

"Come on honey, let's get inside, wouldn't want you two getting cold," Oliver spoke getting outside and opening the door for Lana to get out. Lana got out slowly, still fixated on the house that was her apparently her home, even though it didn't feel as such.

"It's cold out here already," Oliver spoke taking off his jacket and popping it over Lana, keeping her warm. Lana turned to face Oliver, smiling in response, she saw the love and compassion in his eyes, it made her feel warm in inside, fluttering with butterflies she couldn't figure out why she had the weird sensation. They just stood there, starting at one another, Lana moved closer, they were only center meters apart now. Oliver wrapped his arm around Lana's waist pulling her closer to him, that skin to skin contact he craved. Lana admired Oliver, her husband, he was smart, funny, caring, loving, what more could she wish for in a husband? She leaned in closer, there lips almost touching. Oliver licked his lips in response, this made Lana feel empowered. The amount of control she had over him, and his desires made her feel exhilarated. She couldn't hold off any longer, she didn't know if it was the effect of the pregnancy, of that her supposed feelings of love for Oliver were being remembered and returned. She wrapped her arms around Oliver's neck, slowly pulling him in for a passionate kiss, he returned the kiss moaning in response . His hands slowly moved down from her wait, to her butt, grabbing and squeezing it in enjoyment. Lana eyes flashed open in response, in sudden shock from Oliver's action, but what shocked her the most, was the fact she enjoyed it pleasantly. A moan escaped from her throat, catching her off guard, she didn't want this kiss to end, but she knew she needed to breathe.

When their lips parted, Oliver blushed and smiled like a small child in response, overfilled with joy.

" let's get you warm dear," Oliver said entwining his hands which hers and walking her inside their house. Lana was star struck, the house was even more beautiful inside, the solid colors and leather seats, fitted perfectly with the style of the house.

"It's beautiful Oliver," Lana spoke, her hands still clutching onto Oliver's.

"It's all ours," Oliver replied, gently soothing Lana's hand with this thumb, drawing circles.

Oliver was beyond happiness at this moment, he had a wife, even through it wasn't legal, but he knew a guy who could forge some documents for him, and a child on the way. He was going to finally get his happily ever after! Everything was working out perfect ally in Oliver's favor, and he promised him self, and soon as he had found out Lana was pregnant, that bloody face, was no more. He was a father and husband, the murder (bloody face) identity of Oliver was to be burnt away, ashes to ashes. Oliver had no reason for the need, he had everything right here, his everything, Oliver was finally beginning to feel complete.

Lana interrupted Oliver's thoughts when she let out a loud yawn.

"I'm tired, which is weird because I felt like I had slept for a thousand years," Lana said motioning Oliver to go and sit on the couch together.

"The joys of being pregnant," Oliver spoke following Lana to the couch.

Oliver pulled off the blanket that was on the couch and wrapped it warmly around Lana's body, she smiled in response, tilting her head so it rested on Oliver's shoulders. Lana didn't know why she did that, it just felt natural, so she just went with it. In a matter of minutes she was fast asleep on Oliver, leaving him just playing with her hair.

Lana woke up to the smell of cinnamon pancakes. She opened her eyes confused to were she was, she was in a bed and not the couch she remembered, she looked around studying the bedroom, that must have been Oliver's, no wait theirs, she corrected herself. She studied the room before her, the walls were painted a nice beige, with a large colorful painting hanging on the wall. The king size bed was huge, and made from wood, she thought to be oak. Lana pulled off the fur rug that was keeping her warm and stood up from her sleeping state. It's at this moment that she realized that Oliver must have changed her as well, as she was wearing a slimming black nightie the fitting snuggly around her slight bump that was appearing on her abdomen. She placed her hands on her stomach in amazement, shocked to know that their was a life growing inside of her. Her stomach growled as she could still smell the pancakes that were lingering down the hall. She was starving. Lana did a lazy stretch before waking out the bedroom door and into the kitchen. Oliver was standing near the stove flipping pancakes and whistling a tune of happiness that made her smile. Lana bit her lip while looking at Oliver from the behind, he hadn't noticed that she was standing right behind him, watching. Lana thought of how lucky she was to have a husband like Oliver, a handsome and smart caring doctor who loved her dearly. She knew at this moment that it must have been her feelings towards Oliver returning, because without even thinking she walked to him and cuddled him from behind.