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C H A P T E R  T H I R T Y  F I V E

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third person point of view

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Olivia had almost instantly found more love for Meddows, the engaged couple's new dog, than she had for anything else in this world.

Except Roger, of course.

Oh my God, Olivia had forgotten about Roger.

Roger was patiently standing, smiling at the interaction his future wife had with their new animal-child.

He walked forward and ending up behind her, he placed his hands on her waist and lifted her up from her crouching position, tearing her attention away from Meddows and back to him as he pulled her back and flush against his chest, being deprived of attention from her.

"Replaced me already, haven't you?"

"Never." She said, shaking her head as he squeezed her tighter.

"You sure?"

"Mhm," Olivia replied, jumping slightly at their puppy barking loudly to grasp at anyone's attention once again. "Wanna see our new house though."

"Yeah?" He asked, turning her around by her shoulders and leaning their foreheads together when she nodded, closing her eyes and yawning.

"You tired are you, O?"

"Mhm, but wanna see the house."

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"The agent said this room would be perfect for a nursery," Roger said as they turned right into the last room upstairs. "Thinking we could paint it light grey and decorate it soon."

"They'd love that when they're a bit older, wouldn't they?" Olivia said, walking slowly around the room before looking at Roger and pacing her hand over her stomach that had a non-existent bump.

"Mhm, thinking grey so it could accomodate every child we have."

"It's a good idea," She said walking back over to him in the doorway and wrapping her arms around him as he did the same. "Can't help but notice that we haven't seen our room, only the five spare rooms."

Olivia still couldn't believe the house Roger had bought for the two of them. It gave her shivers seeing that on the lower level they're was a long hallway, kitchen that was a dream for anyone who loves to have a simple baking day to those who were professional chefs, two large living rooms and a study plus an extra bathroom and of course, a music room for Roger's beloved drums, desk for writing and some spare guitars. All downstairs.

Then upstairs, my, Olivia thought it was magnificent. Five bedrooms that Roger said originally were for the boys and their ladies when they came over, for example, tonight, when they came and celebrated Christmas, yet Roger did mention that those rooms would soon enough (over a few years of course), would become occupied by some small, blue-eyed Taylor's.

Olivia couldn't help but imagine.

Not only imagine, but wonder how far away that would be, that almost all of the rooms would be full. Three or four kids was always her dream, ever since she was fifteen, yet Roger just wanted more than three, perhaps four or five.