I still can't believe how you look next to me.

This is me wishing you into the worst situations.

Title credit:
Fall out boy- my heart is the worst kind of weapon.

*Three month time skip.*

This chapter is dedicated to
@9277Wasp

(2nd trimester. 16 weeks.)

Oliver was tucked in bed and finally asleep, we'd just got home from getting another ultrasound.

I sat at Oliver's vanity, studying the picture of my child.

Tiny fingernails,
Small feet,
Small ears.

I tried holding back a few tears, but nothing could stop them.

This is happening so fast.

I was making myself stressed lately. I got another job to start saving for everything.

I was trying to keep up with wedding arrangements and the day of Oliver's C-section.

I heard Oliver stirring in bed.

I lit a few candles, Turned on a movie and headed down to get his tea.

I returned to our room, Oliver was awake. He was uncovered.

He was wearing a sweater of mine and his Burgundy knee socks.

"Hi baby." I whispered, not to irritate his sleepy state.

He smiled at me and reached out for me.

I placed his tea cup on the night stand and he wrapped his arms around me.

"I love you," He kissed my cheeks and layed his head in my neck.

I slowly rubbed circles in his back.

He layed back in bed.

"Our baby is kicking."

he lifted his sweater and placed my hand on his little belly.

*Tap
Tap
Tap*

I could feel the feet kicking.

I smiled and kissed Oliver.

He sat Indian style in our bed he guided my hands for me to sit the same way in front of him.

"Austin, I wanna talk to you about our future." He sounded more awake.

I nodded, still smiling.

"yes, baby. What is it." I Ask eagerly.

I've always loved pleasing him, but he hated being spoiled.

Oliver grabbed my face and kissed me.

"I-I know this is probably going to sound sketchy, but I don't think Seattle is a place I want to raise our baby. I wanna go home." He looked like he was trying to hold tears back.

I took his hands and held them.

"Oliver, I know you miss home, but I can't risk Alan trying to hurt you and this baby." I pleaded.

"Austin, I hate living on the other side of the country. I never get to see my parents and we can get a restraining order on him!" He shook my shoulders.

I shook my head.

"Oli, baby we've had five restraining orders and lived in three other states." I tried changing his mind.

"I'll carry pepper spray when I'm alone. We'll get a security system on the house. I just really wanna go home now, babe." The sincerity filled in his voice made me weak.