Her Sempiternal (Sequel to Oliver's Smile)

Nobody's Business

Tears streamed down my face as I clutched the dress to my body. I couldn't belive it. How did Oli know? I was dead when I had that dream! I sniffled loudly as I looked back into the mirror. The dress was as beautiful as I remembered it being. The ruffles flowed perfectly around the dress. The diamonds caught the light perfectly, making it sparkle. 

I heard the door creak open behind me. I quickly wiped the tears away from my face, but it was to late. Oli had already seen them, and he held his arms to me. I dropped the dress and ran to him, the tears instantly returning. 

"You aren't even pregnant anymore and you're crying," he whispered. He wrapped his arms tightly around me. 

"Where did you find that," I whispered, ignoring the question. He pulled away from me and stared down at me, his eyes shining.

"Brod, this is going to sound really crazy, but it's all I have," he said. He pulled me over to the bed and sat down, patting the spot next to him. I had no choice but to sit down next to him and wait for him to talk. He stared at the crumpled dress for a while, as if trying to gind his words. I couldn't stand it anymore. 

"It was Marci, wasn't it," I whispered. He didn't respond, altought I saw his shoulders tense up.

"Yes. It was. When you were.." he trailed off. I rested my hand on his leg. His hand fell on top of mine, clutching it tightly. "When you were in the hospital after you were attacked, I had this dream, the night before you woke up," he continued. I nodded, unable to speak. "Marci, she came to me. All she talked about was not losing hope for you. And then, I saw you, walking. You were in this huge feild, calling out to Marci. She said she had to go to you. But you were wearing that dress. I mean, the same dress that is now lying on the floor. Then I woke up. The next day, you woke up too, and we found out you were pregnant. I think that's what Marci was talking about," he said. I nodded. The tightness in my throat was almost unbearable. I tried to swallow, but it didn't clear it. Tears were now running freely from my eyes. 

"Today, when I was out with Chelsea Brook, I walked by this dress shop. I don't know why I went in it, but I just felt like I had to, you know?" I nodded, although I didn't really know what he was talking about. 

"I just wandered around, not really sure what I was doing. This lady came up and asked me if I needed help, and I just told her I was looking, and she said that they had just got in a new line of dresses and told me I should check them out. And that's when I saw it. Like I was meant to find it, it was just sitting out front of all the other dresses. It was even in your size," he said. His voice was shaky and his face had gone white. 

"So I bought it. I just had to. The lady was all weirded out, but I didn't care. I just needed to get it for you," he whispered. 

"Oli, it's beautiful, and I'm glad you bought it," I said, unable to think of anything else to say. 

"So, you believe me?" he said, finally turning to look at me. I nodded and stood up, walking over to the dress. I carefully picked up the dress and hung it back up on it's hanger. 

"Yes, I believe you. Because right before I woke up in the hospital, I had a dream about Marci too. She told me to not give up either, because there was always hope. She placed her hands on my belly and just said hope. I think she was trying to tell me I was pregnant too. And, I was also weaing the dress in my dream. But I never expected to see it again," I said, I carefully zipped up the bag and turned to face him. His eyes were filled with curiosity.

"You  had dream about Marci too?" he whispered. I nodded.

"Yes. It felt so real. I could even smell the grass and the daisies. It smelled like we were here in England. Everything about it was so real. I thought I was really there," I said. Oli stood up and walked across the room. His arms once again opened up, and once again I found myself clinging to him.

"I just can't believe it," he whispered. 

"I can. It would be just like Marci to tell us both to buck up and keep going," I said. Oli chuckled slightly. 

"Yeah, you're probably right," he said. He kissed my forhead softly before cupping my face to look at him. 

"So, you like it?" he said, I smiled. 

"Of course I do silly. Although, Cassie is going to be very, very angry that she didn't get to take me dress shopping," I said. He raised his eye brow at me.

"What do you mean?"

"Oli, it's a wedding dress. What do you think I'm going to do with it? Keep it in the closet and look at it?" I asked. 

"You want to wear it for the wedding?" he asked quietly. I nodded again and stepped closer to him, bringing my lips inches away from his.

"Of course I will silly. It's perfect. Everything I ever wanted," I whispered. I felt his lips curl into a smile. 

"Is there anything you want at this moment?" he whispered. I couldn't help but t giggle as I felt his hands trail down my back. 

"Depends n how convincing you are," I whispered. Suddenly, his arms tightened around my waist as he hoisted me up, hauling me to the bed, kissing me hard. Both of us slammed down, laughing and kissing the whole way down.

"Was that convincing enough for you, my love?" he said. His eyes sparkled as he grinned widly.

"Guess you'll have to find out," I whisperd. His lips met mine again as we stripped off each others clothes, faling into fast rhythem with each other.

We laid there, both sweaty and stil panting, his arms wrapped tightly around me, kissing my cheek again. 

"I really do love you, Brodie Lynn Sykes," he said. I laughed.

"Not quite, Mr. Sykes," I said. 

"Only another month, my love," I nodded and burried my face into his smooth chest, tracing his tattoos. Even though I hated all this wedding stuff, I was glad it was happening. One more month, and I'd be married to the love of my life, spending the rest of forever with him and out beautiful child.