Honeypie (Oliver Sykes)

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The builders have been working non stop on the house and Oliver couldn't have been more stunned at the outcome. The detail and simplicity of the cabin had him awestruck. He was used to busy town houses in the heart of the city, not peaceful cabins in the middle of nowhere. Five months. It took them five months to finish the large two story cabin and they finished just in time too. Evelyn was now seven months along. He watched her waddle around the kitchen. 

"Love, you need to sit, not roam around more." She shot him a look before proceeding to put things into cabinets and drawers. 

"Well if someone would get off their ass and help." she shot back and he groaned. 

"I offered and I distinctly remember someone aiming a knife at me." She scoffed and finally waddled over to him in the living room. 

"I want this baby out of me, Oliver. I'm tired of being bitchy all the time. I can't stand myself." He chuckled and pulled her closer to him on the couch. 

"Almost there, love." Her eyes roamed the living room. The large windows allowed enough light so that they didn't have to keep them on during the day. The house really was beautiful. Oliver had designed the whole house so she had lots to explore. 

"Want to watch a movie?" he chimed and she nodded. He turned the large flat screen on and she shivered. Winter was over but England was always cold no matter what season it was. He handed her the remote to the TV as he grabbed another remote and turned the electric fireplace on behind them. 

"Fancy." she muttered. He gave her a smile and placed the remote onto the coffee table as she selected a movie. Calming music flowed from the surround sound speakers and woodland creatures ran across the screen. 

"Ah. Bambi. Such a classic." Oliver teased and she nudged him. 

"Shush." She wiggle around to try and get comfortable along the plush couch. Oliver placed a hand on her thigh as soon as she got comfortable enough to settle down. She winced and her body tensed up. 

"Fuck." she groaned and held her stomach. Panic arose in him and he began to rapidly ask questions. 

"Relax, Oliver. It should be me worrying, not you." He gave her a concerned look and she could tell he didn't believe her reassurance. 

"I'm fine, Oli." She pressed her lips to his and he slowly began to relax.