Her Fight Song: An Army of Lies

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"Mommy, when is daddy coming home?" Farrah asked her mother as she tucked her into bed.  It had been almost an entire week since Olivia told Elliot to leave the house. She hated having to see her kids suffer, but Elliot needed to learn his lesson. If he truly wanted this marriage to work, truly wanted to change, he would do the work he needed to do in order to return to the house.

"Daddy is working on some things right now, but he will be home soon," that was the best she could do. She didn't know how to explain to a ten year old that her father wasn't allowed to come home. She didn't know how to explain that her father left their mother alone at a hospital. She just didn't know..

"When though mommy?"  that was Farrah, always persistent and curious. Most times Olivia had been amused by her antics, but this time around she just didn't have the energy for it.

"Soon, okay baby? Now how about you get some sleep? We have a big day tomorrow," she kissed her hand and placed it on Farrah's cheek. At almost 28 weeks her swell had already proven to be the size of her when she had carried Camden to full term, and bending over was no longer an option.

Farrah accepted her mothers answer and turned over to settle into bed. Olivia got up and turned out the light, thankful that bed time had gone easy tonight. Although she was on bed rest, she was still able to move around here and there and she was thankful for that. If she had been restricted to only her bed she would have gone stir crazy by now.

Carefully she had bathed and gotten herself ready for bed, managing to throw on one of Elliot's t shirts. She may have been upset with him, but it was the only thing that fit at this point. Finally she made it to bed and flipped through the channels, already aware that she wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight. Olivia was thankful that the twins were doing well and reminding her everyday with their little kicks and movements. But she the positions they had managed to get in and the pressure that came along with it, had become intolerable. These are the moments that she missed Elliot the most.

Her phone had begun to light up and vibrate on the nightstand, the picture indicated that it was Casey calling her. It was nearing ten at night and couldn't help but feel slightly worried as to why her friend would be calling at this hour.

"Hey Case, everything okay?" she laid on her side, next to the body pillow that managed to release some of her discomfort.

"Oh everything is fine, it's just..something in me said to call you tonight and make sure everything is okay. You holding up alright?"

"Well this pregnancy isn't making it any easier, but I'm doing the best I can," Casey could hear the pain etched in her friends voice, and it pained her to see her like this.

"How are my babies?" she was trying her best to make light of the conversation in the hopes that she could distract her friend, even if it meant for just a little while.

"One of them has decided now is a good time to get tucked underneath my ribs, giving me a hard time already," she had managed to smile. Talking about her children often did that to her, they were her life.

"Have you thought about names yet?"

"A few here and there but I guess I should sit down and talk to Elliot about it," she really had thought about a few names, but never seriously. There we a lot of questions that couldn't be answered right now when it came to this pregnancy. Her and Elliot hadn't discussed once what would happen after the twins were born, names, or her birth plan for that matter. For the past few weeks she had managed to push these questions to the back of her mind, but now her expected due date was approaching closer each day.

"Well if you need any name suggestions..I think that Casey is a really good name for a girl," she joked over the phone, causing Olivia to her roll her eyes. Casey had always managed to make her smile.