Her Sempiternal (Sequel to Oliver's Smile)

Keep Holding On

Oli's arm wrapped tighter around me as I snuggled down in the closesr to him on the couch. His soft breath tickled the back of my neck, making me shiver.

"You cold?" he asked, trying to jump up to grab me a blanket. I laughed slightly and pulled him back down.

"I'm not cold silly," I said. 

"Then why did you shiver?"

"Because you breahted on the back of my neck?" I said through another giggle. He had definatly stepped up on daddy business, and I was only four months along. Things were finally starting to get better for me. With every doctor visit, every little kick the baby gave, everything made me that much happier. I finally felt like things were better, and i was moving on from my horrible ordeal with Tyler. 

"Well I just won't breathe anymore than," he said. He sucked in a deep breath of air and puffed out his cheeks. 

"Oli! Stop it!" I cried. I desperatly tried to roll over, but my big belly wouldn't ccall for it. "Ooof," I grunted as i latched onto Oli to flip myself over. He quickly started breahting again as his face scruntched up on worry,

"Are you okay?" he asked. I rolled my eyes. 

"Oh Oli, you're worrying way to much! I'm not cripple, I'm pregnant. Think of me as a fat cow who ate to much grass," I said. His arm snaked around me and pulled me close.

"You're not a fat cow. I think you're lovely," he whispered. His lips caressed my forhead softly. "I think you're the loveliest girl on this planet. And I can't wait to meet the lovely person growing inside of you," he said. Tears sprung to my eyes; another down fall of being pregnant. The constant tears of an emotional mother to be.

"Oli, how did I ever get so lucky to have you?" I said. I kissed him back, even as tears splashed down my face and onto his. 

"Oh shush, or you'll never stop crying. Because I could go on for days about how lucky I am to have you," he whispered. He kissed my forhead again and wiped my tears away. "Gotta stop saying those kinds of things until you pop this kid out," he said. I smiled slightly.

"I like them. They make me feel pretty. Not an easy thing to feel when you're thirty pounds over weight with this thing," I said. I rested my hands on my stomach and jiggled it slightly. In response, the little person growing inside of my gave my stomach a slight thump. I smiled and placed Oli's hand on my stomach.

"Feel. It's kicking!" I said. He waited patiently, but no kick came. I frowned and jiggled my belly again. Still nothing. Oli sighed and pulled his hands away.

"No! It really was!" I said. 

"It's okay. I'm sure it'll kick me plenty when it finally comes out," he said. I sighed. Oli hadn't been able to feel the baby once. When ever I would get it to kick, it would stop as soon as Oli touched my belly. I knew it bothered hm, even though he pretended it didn't. But it didn't stop him from being optimistic. He talked to it every day, singing my song softly and rubbing it every so tenderly. It was a side of Oli I had never seen, but I wasn't complaining. He was the most tender person ever, and anyone who said other wise obviously didn't know him that well. 

"Come on," he said, pulling himself off the couch and holding his hand out to me.

"What?" I asked. I took his hand and grunted slightly as he carefully pulled me up. 

"We're going out tonight," he said. I frowned. 

"No, Oli, I can't," I said, but he only smiled.

"Yes, you can, we're going out," he said. 

"Oli, I need to finish packing. We leave next week for Warped. I still have to find a sitter for Oskar," I said.