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-Chapter 31-

-Chapter 31-

-Amy-

"Why are you forcing me to go talk to this asshole?" Oliver complains in my ear while he tries puting on his tie. I have to put down my mascara to help him. I smooth out the wrinkles and folds in his shirt for work and I adjust his baby blue tie I picked out for him today.

It's like we're already married.

"Thank you darling." Oliver reaches out to kiss my cheek and he smells like paint chips.

He's still a little gentle around me today because I just got cleared out of the hospital, but I also know it's partially because she's scared of losing me again or having something like that happen. All night his arm was locked around me.

"And, cause I said so. You need to say 'sorry' for what you did to him. I know he's an ass but you don't need to look like one either."

I also know that Oliver is angry at me for telling Josh about my pregnancy before him, but with that idiot's big mouth he didn't take long to tell Oliver either. I was just paranoid and my anxiety was acting up and I needed to tell someone. Unfortunatly, I should've confined in someone else.

"You look beautiful without that stuff." Oliver plucks the mascara out of my hand before I get another stroke in.

"Hey!" I yell but blush at the compliment.

"And, no I don't. I look like a pale zombie who needs caffine." I take back the mascara and Oliver rolls his eyes at me. I finish up with it and then all I have left is lipstick.

While I'm busy Oliver decides to grab onto the end of my blue dress. He twirls the fabric around his fingers slowly.

"You look gorgeous." He crawls his hands up to my stomach and stops them there; rested.

"I don't look bloated, do I?" I place the lipstick on the sink counter and Oliver shakes his head and rests his chin on my the top of my shoulder.

"You look like you're glowing." He grins at me and I place my hands ontop of his on my belly. I rub my small hands on his bony, rough, painter hands. Oliver rubs his thumb over the top of my hand.

"How about we ditch this dick and stay home? We can have fun." Oliver wriggles his eyebrows in the mirror reflection and I softly smack him on the arm.

"Don't tempt me."

I pick up my purse and sling it over my arm.

"Please, play nice." I wag my finger at Oliver like he's a little boy.

"I always do."

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"Oliver isn't going to hurt you." I place my hand on Josh's which is trembling on the coffee table.

The man is a wreck, but he has a nice suit on today. It's a fancy blue number with a dark gray tie that means business.

Josh settles a little and we both wait for Oliver to return with the coffee he's ordering. Everytime I look up he has his eyes on us.

"How's work been?" I shoot for a casual topic to change the awkward mood settling.

I focus on the modling, pink walls around us and the hideous rooster clock in one corner. This place is quaint though.

"It's been great. Doors open all the time for me. How've you been?" His eyes shift to my stomach and I place a hand on it.