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Chapter 24

Olivia's P.O.V

I peck Amanda's lips. "I'll be right back. I'm going to go and put some clothes on." I tell her.

"Okay." she whispers with a smile. I smile softly.

"Okay." I whisper. I walk out of the living room and into our bedroom, closing the door behind me.

I quickly get dressed in a long-sleeved, cream colored sweater and blue skinny jeans, and then quickly pull my hair into a ponytail. Walking out of the bedroom and down the hallway I see Amanda and her mom looking at pictures. "And this was taken when we were baking and Liv had started a food fight. I, of course, won that battle." Amanda says.

I laugh, "Don't lie. We both won that battle. She's not telling you the whole story. I started the food fight and in the end, we were both covered in food." I say. Amanda and her mother both turn around to look at me.

Amanda laughs. "She's right. I'm a bad liar." she says.

"No, you just forget that I was there too." I laugh. I sit down on the loveseat and pull my legs up to my chest. "Go get dressed, Amanda. I'll keep your mom company." I tell her with a smile.

Amanda smiles at her mom before standing up and walking to our bedroom. As soon as we hear the door shut Amanda's mom is questioning me. "How long have you two been together? Are you two going to get married? When are you going to get married? How are you? Are you two going to adopt me some grandbabies?" she asks. My eyes widen and I hold up my hands.

"Mary, one question at a time. I only have one mouth." I joke. She smiles, her blue eyes crinkling around the edges.

"Right. How long have you two been together?" she asks. I count over the days in my head.

"Almost four months. But if you take out the time that I have been in the hospital in a coma about two months." I tell her honestly.

Amanda walks out and sits next to me. I kiss her cheek and entwine our hands together. "Okay. Are you two going to get married? And if you are, when is the wedding going to be?" she asks.

"We haven't talked about marriage yet, mom. Neither one of us is in a hurry to change our last name." Amanda replies. Mary nods.

"How are you guys? Since Olivia's been in the hospital, how have you guys been?" Mary asks, worried.

"What do you mean?" I ask, confused.

"She asking how our relationship is." Amanda says. "Mom, our relationship is fine. Liv is home, and healthy. That's all I could ask for. Well, and what you interrupted." Amanda says. My face grows red and I hide my face in Amanda's blonde hair. She giggles softly.

"Are you two going to adopt me some grandbabies?" Mary asks. I sit up, reminded of my two children.

"Actually the only person that has to adopt children is Amanda." I tell Mary. She gives us a confused look.

"What do you mean only Amanda has to adopt?" she asks. I look at Amanda, who smiles at me encouragingly.

"I have two children from a previous relationship, they live with their father. A pair of twins, Kayla and Timothy. I have all of my rights to them, so I can fight for custody. All Amanda has to do is adopt them." I tell her.

"Do you have any pictures of them?" Mary asks. "Their father sends me their school pictures. Only because they told him to though." I tell her. I stand up and dig through my purse, which is sitting on the chair.

They both look like me. Kayla, almost an exact replica of me, with an eye color difference. And then Timothy, who looks almost exactly like her, except with shorter hair.

I kiss each photo before handing them to Mary. I sit back down next to Amanda and wipe a tear from my eye. She hugs me and I lean into her. She rubs my back as I silently sob. I pull back and wipe my eyes. "Better?" Amanda whispers.

I nod and sniffle. She smiles and entwines our fingers. Mary hands the picture back to me and smiles. "They are adorable. How old are they?" she asks.

"They are 12, turning 13 in 9 months. I'm going to file for custody tomorrow." I tell her. Mary nods.

"That reminds me. Amanda, your father says hi, he's back at the hotel." Mary tells us.

"Why didn't dad come?" Amanda asks.

"Your father wanted me to surprise you." Mary replies.

"Oh, okay." Amanda says. She's a daddy's girl, always has been, always will be.

"Well, okay, I'm going to go and start dinner. Mary, I think we've had enough surprises for a while. I suppose you know your way out?" I ask politely.

The look of anger on Mary's face is enough for me to grin evilly. She stands up and walks out of our apartment, slamming the door behind her.

I stand up and pull Amanda up into my arms. She wraps her arms around me and sighs. "I don't know what I would do without you." she whispers.

I tangle my fingers in her hair and kiss her lips gently. "You might be dead." I tell her. She laughs.

"Yeah, probably." she says quietly. I kiss her forehead. She leans into me and I sit down, bringing her with me. I hold her against me and don't say a word as she sobs. Slowly her sobs stop and she falls asleep listening to my heart beat.

I stand up, Amanda in my arms. She sighs and I carry her to our bedroom. I lay her on her side of the bed, gently sliding the blankets over her body and covering her up.

I walk into the kitchen and pick my phone up, dialing Barba. "What's up, Liv?" he asks me.

"I need a lawyer to help me fight for my kids." I tell him. I hear his gasp.

"You have kids?" he asks. I sigh into the phone.

"Past relationship, father won custody two years ago, haven't seen them since." I tell him quickly. I hear his sigh.

"Nicole would be a good lawyer. You have her number right?" he asks. I nod even though he can't see me.

"Yeah, I have her number." I tell him. I hear him rustling papers.

"Okay. Well, good luck getting your kids back. I have to go. Bye, Liv." he says.

"Okay. Thank you. Bye, Barba." I tell him. He hangs up and I go back to my contacts. I scroll down until I find her number.

She picks up on the third ring. "Yes, Ms. Benson?" she ask. She sounds tired.

"I need your help. I need a lawyer to fight for custody." I tell her. I hear a frown in her voice as she asks me this next question.

"Of who?"