Impractical (1)

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"I mean, look at her!"

As Curly's voice repeated in his mind once again, Brian realized that she wasn't directing his attention to Olivia's thin hair or pale skin. She was referencing to the way Olivia's skin continued to glow. She was outstandingly beautiful and radiant.

He looked over her once more and he saw a different person resting on the bed in front of him, "Baby?" He asked, the word inaudible as it rolled from his tongue. As he continued, his voice grew, growling, "Olivia, what the hell was she talking about?"

"Olivia." His shaken voice made her body panic and she continued to look down, "What did she mean?" He asked roughly, his body frozen in place as he stood beside the couch.

"What baby?" He asked roughly when he didn't get a response, the word making his heart drop in his chest. 

She still refused to speak, her words caught at the back of her throat as a tear rolled from her eyes. Her heart was racing with fear as he continued, taking a slight step forward as he swayed on his feet, "We just agreed there would be no secrets."

His vivid arm movements compelled her to speak, but she refused to look up at him, "How was I supposed to tell you?" She exclaimed, her voice cracking as her hands began to shake.

He paced toward the door, his mind telling him to walk away, but turned back to walk to the center of the room with his hands tangled in his hair, "Olivia, I don't want kids!" He practically screamed, his voice making Olivia's heart ache, "I've never wanted kids."

"I know," She muttered, "I know."

"I --." A grunt escaped his lips and he turned to look away for a moment. When he turned back he stepped toward her and pulled the blanket from her stomach, his eyes focusing on the growing baby bump, "How long have you known?" His voice broke.

"A few months or so --."

"Olivia, you should have told me." He said as he looked to the ground, his eyes refusing to stay focused on her stomach.

"I'm not sorry," She hummed hesitantly, her hands moving to hold her stomach as her shut, "Brian, I'm not afraid."

"You have to stay alive." He muttered, shaking his head in a panic as he continued, "I'm not meant to be a father." There was a slight pause where his eyes quickly rested on her stomach, but he turned away, humming roughly, "I don't want a child!"

His words broke her heart, but she had expected this reaction from him. He loved her, but could she expect the same amount of love to her unborn child? She was afraid for the future that she wouldn't be a part of. She was fearful for her unborn child, who would provide if the father refused?

"I don't understand --."

"Olivia, I have never wanted children." He demanded as he tried to lower his voice, telling her forcefully, "You know that!"

"You're acting like this is all my fault!" She exclaimed, a tear rolling from her eyes as she watched him frantically pacing through the small room, "Brian, it takes two to make a baby!"

"Can you stop --?" He took a deep breath as he flinched back, demanding, "Stop saying that --." Olivia recognized the disgust in his eyes as he hesitantly glanced down at her stomach, "I can't --."

She shouted at him, growling forcefully, "Brian, I'm going to have a baby - Your baby!"

"Are you sure it's not Sal's?" The entire room fell silent and a slight gasp escaped her lips as her face flushed red with anger. A huff escaped his lips and he forced himself to speak as guilt slashed at his heart, "I didn't mean that --." He said quietly. He shifted uncomfortably, his eyes still refusing to look at her stomach, "Olivia, I know --."