Is he the one?

Chapter 2

-Olivia's POV-

"Mommy." August says rubbing my cheek.

"August." I say back, tickling him.

"There's someone at the door." he says in between breaths.

"Did you answer it?"

"No. Someone knocked and I ask who it is, and he said chris. Who's chris mommy?" He asks innocently.

"Just one of Mommy's friends." I say getting up to answer the door.

"Can I meet him mommy?" He asks with a smile on his face as I pick him up and walk to the door.

"Of course you can." I say answering the door.

"Hello," he says taking something from behind his back and giving it to me. "flowers for the beautiful lady."

"Thank you." I say blushing at his politeness.

"Your very welcome." He says smiling down at me. He looks at August. "This must be August."

"Yea this is August." I say smiling at them both. "do you want to come in?"

"Of course." he says walking through the doorway. I set August down and he stands there as I shut the door.

"There's toys in the bedroom, you can go play." I say, trying to make the situation less awkward.

"Okay." He says before taking off towards the bedroom.

"He's adorable. He takes after his mom." Chris says making me blush again.

"Thank you." I say walking towards the kitchen, and putting the flowers in water.

"Your very welcome." he says standing in front of me.

"So, not to be rude, but what are you doing here?" I ask looking into his big blue eyes.

"I wanted to see you." he says resting his hand on my cheek. I set my hand on his chest.

"You know I'm still married." I say stepping dangerously close to him.

"I also know your not happy." he says putting his other hand on my waist.

"Your right." I say looking away, then looking back up at him. I feel him squeeze my hip, and he leans in. Our lips touch, gently at first, then more passionate. He let's his fingers tangle in my hair, and my hands grab his shirt and pull him closer. He rests his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes.

"I don't know what it is about you, but your definitely something special." he says still trying to catch his breath. "and even though we don't really know that much about eachother, I really like you."

"I really like you too." I say kissing him softly. As we pull apart I hear August call my name.

"Mommy, daddy's here." he says and my face goes white. I look up at Chris and he's looking down at me.

"Everything's gonna be okay." he whispers to me before kissing my lips. I nod my head and walk towards the door, leaving Chris in the kitchen. I get to the door and pick August up, looking at peter.

"Hi Peter." I say quietly.

"Hi." he says walking past me, into the living room.

"What are you doing here?" I ask before I shut the door and turn around, seeing Peter standing in the middle of the living room.

"I could ask you the same thing." he says looking at me with so much anger in his eyes, it scares me.

"August how about you go play, while I talk to your father." I say setting him down, allowing him to run off into the room.

"Where the hell were you last night?" he says walking towards me. "you made me look like a fool in front of everyone." he says stopping in front of me.

"I'm sorry peter, I just needed to get away." I say with tears in my eyes.

"From what?" He asks softly.

"You." I say as a tear runs down my cheek.

"Me?" He says in disbelief. "Why?"

"Don't play that game with me Peter." I say angrily while crying. "I know about your secretary." I say and his face falls. I start crying again. "I knew it."

"Mariska, I'm sorry." he says putting his hands on my shoulder. I try to get out of his grasp, but he just holds into my arms tighter.

"Peter, how could you do this to me, to us." I yell, hitting his chest. He holds my arms tighter, causing me to cry out in pain. "peter, please stop. Your hurting me."

"Why are you doing this?" He yells, shaking me.

"Peter, stop. Your hurting me." I yell, closing my eyes tightly. I feel him getting pulled away from me. I fall to the ground and cry, holding my arms. I look up and August is standing in the doorway crying. I get up and walk over to him, picking him up and shutting the door. I rock August until I hear the door slam. I set him down and open the door cautiously, seeing Chris walking towards me. I fully walk out the door and walk into his arms.

"I'm sorry." I say to chris.

"There's nothing to be sorry for." he says wiping my tears away and giving me a gentle kiss. "how about we bring August to your dad's?"

"Okay." I say kissing him and walking back to the room to get August ready.

"How long do I have to stay for?" August asks as i get him out of the car.

"I don't know yet buddy. Mommy is going to try to fix things." I say walking into the house with August.

"Okay." he says turning around after kissing my cheek. "grandpa." August yells jumping into his arms.

"Hey buddy." he says kissing his cheek. He looks over at me and gives me a small smile. He puts August down. "how about you go find Grandma.?"

"Okay." he says running off into the big house.

"How you doing rish?" he asks, probably seeing my distant expression.

"I'm getting a divorce." I say quietly.

"What? Why?" He asks putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Peter, just isn't peter anymore." I say looking back at the door. "I better get going."

"Okay" he says walking me to the door.

"Love you august." I yell into the house, hearing the same back. My dad opens the door and I walk out, looking at the car to see Chris on the phone.

"Who's that?" He asks, seeing Chris.

"Just a friend dad." I say kissing his cheek. "Love you dad" I say walking towards the car seeing that Chris was off of the phone.

"Love you too. Be careful." I look back at him and smile.

"Hey. You ready?" Chris asks me as I buckle my seat belt.

"For what?" I ask as he starts driving down the road.

"You need out f this life. I'm going to help you." he says grabbing my hand and driving towards the city.