𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞² || 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

detective - nine

a/n - please vote!

olivia and i walk into my room, connor in front of us. "up," connor says, hands on the side of the bed. "up," olivia repeats, bending down and putting connor on the bed. "thank you!" connor exclaims as olivia puts him on the bed. "no problem, connie," olivia says, falling beside him.

i lay beside olivia after we both take turns getting changed. "how are your clothes so comfy?" olivia sighs, sitting up. "i'm just better," i say. "shush," olivia laughs. "shhhh," connor pulls out. i look at him, and he smiles at me. "are you telling me to shush?" i ask connor, smiling. "shhh," he repeats, grinning. "you're so mean," i laugh, pulling him on top of me, "but... i love you."

connor gets off me after a little, picking up the mini foam football. he opens his mouth, going to put one side into his mouth. "ew, don't do that," i say, pulling the football from him, "are you hungry or something?" olivia giggles. he shakes his head. "then why're you eating this football?" i ask, smiling at him as i place the ball in front of him. "you're so mean," olivia pushes my shoulder, giggling, "let him live!" "well he won't live if he's eating foam," i say, laughing and looking at connor, "connor pérez!" i pull the football from him as he opens his mouth and tries to put it in. "you're actually fat," i tell him. "you're so rude!" olivia laughs, "i don't wanna date you anymore." "well, we haven't actually popped the question, so," i say, smiling. "'pop the question' like we're getting engaged," olivia says. "well, not any time soon if you don't wanna date me," i say. "not if you act like this," olivia giggles, pulling connor onto her lap, "say sorry."

i look at olivia, and she looks at me with a small smile. i glance at connor as i hold the football. "sorry, connor," i tell him, "i bet you don't even know what i'm sorry for, though." "that's not the point," olivia laughs, "say sorry like you mean it." "i do mean it!" i say, "i'm sorry, connor. you're not fat." "good," olivia says. "okay, baby!" connor exclaims. i laugh, "okay, baby. i love you." "love you," connor smiles, leaning forward and laying his head on my chest.

olivia's pov
i look at y/n, connor laying on top of her. y/n was rubbing his head back and forth slowly. "do you wanna go on another date?" y/n asks. i smile, "really?" "yeah," she smiles, "tomorrow?" "i would love that!" i exclaim, "where to?" "no idea. i just thought of it and... splurted it out," she says, "let me figure it out." "okay," i smile, moving my head to her shoulder.

i smile at the thought, "i can't wait to be a mom." "would it be a dealbreaker if your partner didn't want kids?" she asks. "honestly... yeah," i answer, "if they really didn't budge about it, i don't know if i could be with them." "true," y/n nods, "well... i want kids." i laugh, "yeah?" "yeah, and i read somewhere on tiktok that people named y/n and olivia have to get married and have kids," y/n shrugs. "wow, what a coincidence," i play along, smiling. "i know," y/n says, "but seriously, i do have a confession." 

i giggle, "what is it?" "every time i see those stupid twelve year olds make those tiktoks about tiktok initials about who should be together," she says, "i look for our initials." "aww!" i exclaim, "that's so cute! i don't get those tiktoks on my 'for you page'." "well... i'll send them to you so that you can get them on your 'for you page'," y/n smiles. "sounds like a plan," i say. "yeah, but then i see one where the letter 'o' is with some other initial and i press 'not interested'," y/n says, "maybe i should report it for false information." i laugh, "you're so cute."

y/n drives up my driveway, parking the car. we get out, and y/n walks me to my door. "i'll see you tomorrow," i say, wrapping my arms around her. "i'll text you when i'll pick you up," she rubs my back. "thanks for driving me home, love," i pull away. "of course," y/n smiles. i place my hand on her chest, going onto my tippy-toes as i kiss y/n.