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Chapter 3.
Skylar's POV.
I immediately hugged him tightly as tears cascaded down my cheeks.
"I've missed you so much, Sky." I heard him whisper as tears fell into my hair as I pulled away from him and looked at how he had changed.
He had slightly similar hair to when we were at Mighty Med, along with a slight stubble along his chin, indicating he hadn't shaven in awhile.
"W-why didn't you come back?" I asked as we sat down on the couch together.
"My mom got arrested. I was practically her slave for two years. All I knew was that I was coming back to you."
More tears started cascading down my cheeks as I sobbed into his shoulder once again.
"What do you say we get some sleep?" Oliver asked, pushing the hair out of my face.
I nodded as I laid on his shoulder and drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up, I noticed he was gone as I started hoping it wasn't a dream, before looking for him as I saw Chase making breakfast, his hair flying in front of his face as his bathrobe was wrapped around him and a steaming cup of coffee was beside him as he yawned.
"Morning Sky."
"Hey. Are you OK?" I asked as he handed me some pancakes as I felt overwhelmed with sadness, knowing Oliver wasn't there.
"Yeah just-" he was cut off by a yawn. "Just fine."
"I really don't believe you."
"Britney begged me to sleep with her in her bed. It wasn't comfortable." He explained as he grabbed his own pancakes and sat beside me.
"Mr. Davenport should develop a capsule bed. It would be a lot easier if that happened again." I told him just as I heard someone come out of the bathroom as I gasped.
"Hey Oliver. Pancakes?" Chase asked.
"GLADLY. I'm starving." He replied as he hugged me, kissing my forehead.
"I thought I had dreamt about you."
"Nope, I'm here in the flesh. For your pleasure." Oliver grinned as I giggled.
"Have Bree and Kaz seen you yet?"
"Nope. Chase and I reunited this morning, but that's it."
"Well, Bree has a surprise for you. And the kids are gonna love you." I smiled just as our resident expecting mother came down, grumbling about something with her hair in a frizzled mess.
"Hey Bree." Oliver greeted.
"Hey Oliver. Wait. Oliver!" She yelled as she hugged him tightly.
"Hey Bree." He smiled before looking down at her stomach. "And another baby!"
"Yep!"
Then we heard four sets of footsteps run down the stairs, yelling.
"PANCAKES!"
Chase sighed as he rubbed his eyes tiredly, before replying sarcastically.
"Yay. It's the herd."
Jacob ran downstairs first, Ryder following shortly after as they both asked.
"Who are you?"
I smiled as I placed Jacob on my hip.
"This is your daddy."
Ryder immediately hugged him while Jacob slowly grabbed my shirt tighter.
"Baby, it's OK. He's very nice." I told him as I slowly pulled him off my shirt, before placing him on Oliver's lap.
Meanwhile, Izzy and Britney immediately dove into their chocolate chip pancakes, making us laugh as the kids finished,Oliver getting confused.
"Did Kaz die or something?"
"Possible. He did eat Chick-Fl-A Coleslaw last night. That stuff can give you AWFUL food poisoning." Bree said as we all shuddered before she went towards the stairs in order to go get him, then Chase finished the pancakes and went to the bathroom to shower.
"So, Oliver, I was thinking that instead of a giant blowout wedding, like we were planning, we could do something simple."
Before he could answer, however, Kaz finally came down and tackled Oliver to the ground.
"You're back!" He grinned as Bree came down the stairs behind him.
"Yeah, I'm back. I also can't feel my legs, so get up!" He yelled as he pushed him off before standing up and sitting back down as Kaz grabbed his pancakes, digging in immediately.
After Bree and Kaz took the kids to Chucke Cheese and Chase went down to Mission Command, I smiled as I looked at Oliver as he kissed my cheek.
"I think we should do a simple wedding."
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FanficBree and Kaz are married and pregnant again, Chase is thinking about adopting, and Skylar is alone, leaving here asking. "Where is Oliver?"