OLIVIA'S POV“Eric,” I sighed. “I'm sure whatever it is we have to talk about can wait. I'm really not…in the best frame of mind right now.”“And I understand that,” my brother replied, holding up his hands on surrender. “I'm just curious and extremely worried about you, Ollie.”I blinked at him, then shrugged slightly. “Why? I'm okay…mostly.”“What is going through your head, dove?” he asked, his voice a low, soft purr. “Because after what I just witnessed, I’m worried I might have to process travel documents for you to to travel out of the country.”“Gosh, you're so dramatic Eric.”I chuckled as I slumped onto the edge of my bed, my hands instinctively hovering near my stomach. I was only about a month along but for some reason I couldn't stop touching my stomach tenderly.“Answer me,” he demanded gently.“I don’t know.” I shrugged, “I honestly don't know what to think anymore.”“That’s not the right answer,” Eric replied, taking a step toward me. “Oh really? I didn't know there wa
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