Love's Game (LarssonSiblingSeries#5)

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

OLIVE

I'm pregnant.

Well, that's what the press are saying, and Dexter knocked me up in the toilets of the training grounds. It came from a reliable source, apparently. Someone close to us both.

Facebook is how I found out. It was my auntie who tagged my mum in the CelebWorld article. I laughed at first, thinking how ridiculous it sounded until the comments flooded in, people seeming to believe we would do such a thing.

I can take a few hateful comments, but when they started on Dexter's football career, I flipped a lid. For all of his faults over these past few weeks, nothing takes away how hard he's worked to get to this point. Silver spoon boy is what they are calling him. Rich boy who doesn't take his title seriously.

Dad itches his head, turning to me. "Olive, baby, don't take this the wrong way, but could there be a chance you are pregnant?"

I scrunch up my nose. "Goodness no."

Looking relieved, he smiles at me. "Okay, just checking because if you were then we would support you one hundred percent, but I don't think adding pregnancy on to your recovery is a good thing."

I hold up my hand. "I get it, dad. There's zero chance of me being pregnant because I'm on birth control, and while we're at the awkward conversations, I would not have sex where I work or in public!"

"You shouldn't be having sex at all, that should be saved for marriage," he mumbles, raising his eyebrows.

I cross my arms over my chest. "Please don't start on this again. I understand and respect your views and need you to do the same for mine."

My family are practising Christians and while I'm very spiritual and believe God does nothing but the best for you, I also know that I don't need to attend church every week for him to guide me.

And saying that, I probably need it after what Dexter and I did in the sex house.

"I know, I'll be quiet. I'm just happy you're being safe," he mumbles.

End of discussion.

I turn to look behind me when the doorbell chimes, Sed scrambling to his feet to bound out of the room. Dad is following after him and shouting for him to stop barking when I first hear Dexter's deep chuckle.

"I need my headscarf on," I shout, trying my best to tie it up when Dexter steps through the door.

"Here you are," he whispers, simply staring at me.

I take him in too. "You look terrible."

"It's been a crappy few weeks," he starts to laugh, shaking himself out of it.

Rearranging my headscarf, I turn more in my seat to get a look at him. "Did you see the news? Congratulations you're going to be a daddy."

Dexter blinks so many times it's a wonder he doesn't pass out. "I'm a, no, I didn't see it. I'm a, no?"

"Olive," my mum chides me.

"Yes, according to the internet we always had sex at the football ground, and I'm four months along."

Dexter is still blinking.

I lean towards him. "It's fake news! We never had sex there and I'm certainly not pregnant. You can breathe, Dexter."

"Fooooo," he breathes out a long breath, bending over to rest his hands on his bent knees.

I think he meant to say fuck.