There's Always a Trace
Olivia paced back and forth in the bathroom as she waited for Olivia to come over. She knew she'd be here any second, but she needed to do this. It had been three weeks and she couldn't put it off any longer.
Although she questioned why exactly she was doing this. Honestly it wasn't even possible. Not unless she's had some kind of miraculous immaculate conception…
But she'd just missed her second period in a row. There was something in her that told her she could be-
The timer went off on her phone and she finally let herself look down at the pregnancy test on the counter.
She picked it up with a heavy breath. She didn't know how, but she was definitely pregnant.
Olivia ran her finger from the symbol on the strip down to the key printed on the plastic. There was no way to deny that it read positive.
The doorbell rang and she dropped the test into the sink in surprise. Leaving it there, she went to answer the door.
On the other side, she saw the red haired Olivia with a smile on her face, "Hey."
"Hey, come in," Olivia said, gesturing to the open space of her apartment.
Olivia walked in and stood looking around absently, searching for conversation.
Olivia suddenly had a very strong feeling that she had forgotten something, that there was someone she should call. She glanced towards her bed room to see if her phone was in there, thinking if she could find it then maybe it'd help her remember.
"Hey, are you good? You seem distracted," the other Olivia pointed out, pulling Olivia from her thoughts.
Olivia shook her head, "Yeah, yeah. Its just been a weird day," Olivia told her with an odd half smile.
"Isn't it always?" Olivia asked, and they both chuckled a bit, "Let me use your restroom and then you can tell me about it."
"Sure," Olivia nodded, and watched as Olivia disappeared behind the bathroom door.
Olivia sat on the arm of the couch, trying to remember what was nagging at the edge of her brain. If it would just come to her…
Lost in thought, it felt like only seconds before the red haired Olivia returned from the bathroom.
"Olivia, what is this?"
Pulled from her reverie, Olivia looked up to see her immerging from the bathroom, the pregnancy test in her hands as she stared down at it. When Olivia looked at her, she looked up to meet her eyes.
"You're pregnant?" She asked, holding up the test.
Olivia took a deep breathy, "Yup."
"Who's? Have you gotten a boyfriend since we switched back, because I haven't seen one around," Olivia joked, then for half a second turned serious, "Wait, did you… while you were on my side?"
"No," Olivia was quick to correct, "No one. And besides, if it had happened over there, I think I'd be a bit more obviously pregnant."
Olivia nodded as she walked over to stand next to Olivia by the couch, "So who's."
"Honestly?" Olivia asked, and her double nodded to spur her on, "I don't know."
Olivia went wide eyed, "I didn't think you the type. I know you pretty well. I am you," Olivia scoffed, "I mean I know that's what I told mom about Henry, but we both know it was Peter's."
"Who?" Olivia asked in confusion.
Olivia turned to her, just as confused, "Who what?"
"Henry and Peter? Who are they?"
"I don't know who your talking about," Olivia retorted.
"Yes, you just said they're names. Something about knowing Henry was Peter's?"
Olivia confused expression deepened and shook shook her head, licking her upper lip, "I don't know. I… I mean, Henry is the man who heped you escape the other side… but Peter… I don't know."