The Boss's Daughter [Richard Armitage fanfic]

Chapter 43 - Screwdrivers and hammers

The tittle sounds weird, but you will understand :p This chapter is quite sweet <3

Enjoy! 

(Olivia's POV)

Another month has passed and I was about to turn 5 months pregnant. Time was running so fast, but I was having the best days of my life. My dear husband was always making sure I had everything I needed. He was so present all the time, bringing me chocolates at 5am when I had desires, taking me to the doctor, driving the car for me, taking me everywhere I'd wish to go... He was always there around me, touching me, taking good care of me like he only knows how. We also took a lot of time to be together and alone, going to the movies and doing some walks to watch the sunset. We both knew that when the twins were born, everyone would come home and visit the babies, that's why we needed to be at peace with each other whenever we could. As for Amanda, she kept her distance as Richard told her to. No threats, no stalkings, but I was still worried about what she could do. I was not afraid to face her, but when it comes to my babies and my husband, they are my weakest spot...

-You need to distract yourself, my love. Get those horrible thoughts of Amanda out of your head. –he said, hugging me from behind, in that fresh morning of Saturday. I was washing our two mugs of the previous coffee in the sink when he came closer and kissed my cheek.

-I know, but... If she hurts you or the babies I will never forgive myself. I can't live without you, Richard. –I answered, closing the hot water and turning around to face him. He looked concerned at me, those blue eyes sparkling like two crystals.

-I have an idea. You clean your hands with this towel, -he said, handing me a clean towel – and we do some craft work here. What do you think? –he continued, a tone of excitement in his voice. However, I didn't understand at first.

-What do you mean? –I asked, cleaning my hands and going after him. He opened a discreet door we have in our kitchen and looked for something inside. That was a small room just for the cleaning tools and products.

-Ah, I found it. –he said, taking off a red plastic box. Those were his construction tools like screwdrives, hammers and stuff. I was still lost in thoughts, and I had absolutely no idea of what he was talking about.

-What on Earth are you going to do with all that? –I asked, laughing at him. He looked like a kid, searching amongst his tools, totally ready to build something massive like The Eiffel Tower.

-Our twins need a room, don't you think? So, get your pretty ass up there and let's study a room to build for them. –he said, turning around and looking for some other things. I felt a click on my brain and I instantly felt super excited. I was already having a hundred ideas for colors, for their beds, toys, curtains.

-That is the best idea you could ever have for this weekend! I really want to see your builder side. –I played, climbing up the stairs and laughing.

-Are you kidding? I'm practically an engineer in what comes to constructions! –he said. Two seconds after, he almost fell off the stairs. He was carrying so much weight on his hands that I couldn't help but burst with laughing.

-Be careful, sir engineer! –I said, still laughing. He showed me his tongue and we continued our way up. Upstairs, we had our office, our room, a bathroom, another empty room for ironing the clothes and stuff. And, inside our room, the closet. I was opening the windows of our room, when I heard some music playing.

-If we are going to be creative, we need some music for inspiration. –I heard him say. I could feel, by his voice, that he was smiling. I looked at the white doors of the closet and I had an idea.

-Richard, come here! –I called.

-Yes, what is it my love? –he asked, coming in the room with a pair of thick gloves on.

-I was just thinking... What if we moved our clothes into the ironing room and we build the room for the twins here? Just until they grow up, then they can move to the other one. What do you think? –I asked. He nodded and walked to the closet. He looked at the ceiling and the walls, inspecting all the shelves and, of course, the floor.

-Well, it's perfectly safe. We only need to take all these shelves off and get this room as empty as possible. It's not too big, it's the perfect size for two cribs, some other furniture... -he said, looking around the closet. I already had visions of everything...

-Great! Thank you baby! I'll call Sophie to help me out with all these clothes, ok? –I said, looking for my phone.

-Ok, honey! In the mean time, I'll get some of this furniture our of here. –he said. And we started our Saturday just like that. Music playing, wind and sun coming through the windows. Me and Sophie moved all of our clothes to the ironing room and we set them in the wardrobe. Richard took his hands to the screwdriver and started to remove every shelve from the walls. He worked with a white shirt without sleeves, which turned him quite hotter than I thought. I tried not to look that much at him, but come on... He is my husband, he was sweating, his arms were shining with the sunlight and... God, I absolutely chose the best man on earth. Then, Sophie took some time to make us some lunch. We had a small break and got back to work. There was a lot to be done and, working the whole week at The Independent, we needed to work the best we could on weekends to get Autumn and James's room ready.

-Well, it's empty! –Richard said, cleaning the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

-Wow... It's looks quite bigger! –I said, spinning around a bit in the middle of that empty room. Richard took my hand and brought my body close to him. We started moving in a slow dance, as the music was still playing on the radio.

-You look so sexy as a builder... -I whispered next to his lips.

-Really? I thought you made fun of me. –he whispered back, our bodies dancing in slow movements.

-I'm sorry I did. You look really, really hot dressed like that and... well, you know. –I said, feeling my cheeks burn. He came closer and our lips joined in a sweet kiss, so calm and tender. His hand moved from my back to my belly and it rested there for long minutes.

-Our precious jewels are growing... -he whispered, resting his forehead on mine.

-Yes... In four months they will be born... Time is running out so fast. –I said back. He lifted his head and kissed my forehead next to the hairline.

-I can't wait to hear them cry and hold them next to my chest. Both of them sleeping in the middle of us in our bed, you change one with poop and I change the other with pee... -he said. I could tell he was imagining every word he was saying. It made me laugh with excitement. Since Christopher and Mitchell that I've never held or took care of another baby. But they were my twins, my daughter and my son. I was happy beyond measure and, just like Richard, I couldn't wait to hold their little hands and kiss their foreheads.