Okay, okay, so sorry for the slow update. I went away for a week, vacation if you want to call it that. (LOL) anyway, here is the next part. I decided it'll be a little bit longer than two chapters, i'm just having so much fun writing this!
Spoilers: The whole series, seriously.
Warnings: Innuendos, harmless.
Summary: Peter finds out, in a very unconventional way.
Disclaimer: no infringement intended! :)
Olivia stared down at the second pregnancy test she'd taken that day. And there it was, the little pink plus sign again. She looked at the strip, then the mirror then the strip again. God, how long was she going to do this to herself before she finally coped to the fact she was pregnant. She dropped the test on the counter near the sink and picked up her eye shadow brush. She had asked her sister if she was joining them for dinner but she had told her that she was going out to see some musical with Ella. She smiled, knowing she'd be by herself to tell Peter.
Rachel entered the bathroom as Olivia was leaning over the sink and putting on her make up. She smiled at Olivia and fixed her hair before speaking.
"So, Ella and I will be back around 11 or so, since it gets over at 10 and I promised her some ice-"
Her voice dropped and Olivia felt the color drain from her face, "Liv, is this what I think it is?"
Olivia turned and looked at her sister, shrugging. "Depends on what you think it is."
"Liv are you-" she started loudly but Olivia shushed her a bit, "Liv are you pregnant?"
Olivia looked shamefully down at the ground and shrugged and picked at her fingernails. Olivia wasn't really the bashful type, but she didn't know what to say.
"I missed my period five days ago," she said simply. Rachel looked shocked.
"And you just tested now?" she asked in disbelief. She shrugged.
"I didn't think much of it until today."
"So you haven't told Peter?" she asked, her arms crossed. Olivia looked at her.
"You assume its Peter's?" she said amused. Her sister looked in horror at her.
"You mean it's not?"
"No, of course it is," Olivia said. Rachel glared.
"Not funny Liv. Is this what all this is about? You're going to tell him tonight aren't you?"
"I meant to tell him this morning," Olivia said, "But I couldn't bring it up."
"You mean to say, the great Olivia couldn't bring up the fact that's she pregnant to the baby's father?" Rachel asked, clearly amused.
"God you make me sound like I'm fragile," Olivia mumbled, heading back into the bedroom to find her shoes.
"Well Liv, you are," Rachel said from her spot on the doorframe. "Seriously, you need to see a doctor."
"I will," Olivia said, "Just when I have time."
Rachel rolled her eyes and gripped her sister's shoulders and smiled at her. "If you aren't going to schedule the appointment, I will for you."
Her sister patted her cheek and left Olivia in her room to find her shoes. Olivia sighed unhappily. Sitting down on the bed she looked at her feet. How could she tell him? Just sitting at dinner and suddenly saying 'oh, I'm having your baby by the way?' No, that wouldn't work. She could tell him easily, casually, like if he asks why she's not having wine or if he asks why she was in such a foul mood. But then he'd be pointing out things to her, and that wasn't Peter. If he noticed something he'd keep quiet and mull it over. No. She'd have to tell him one way or another.
"We'll be back later Liv!" called Rachel from the door. Olivia stood up and walked out into the living room and smiled at Ella, wrapped tightly in her puffy purple jacket.
"Bye Aunt Liv!" she said excitedly. Olivia's smile widened. For a second she forgot about the stress of having a child and relaxed. Ella could do that to her, she always made her mind wander from things.
"Bye Ella," she said easily. Rachel smiled and tucked Ella under her arm and mouthed to her good luck, before opening the door.
"Oh!" she gasped, "Sorry Peter, didn't see you there."
"I was just about to knock," Peter said with his crocodile smile. Rachel grinned back at him, a flirty smile before ducking through the door and heading out. Olivia smiled at him as she headed to the door and held it open for him. He pulled around from behind his back a bottle of red wine.
"So," he said with his cocky grin, "The whole house to ourselves, huh?"
His innuendo had caught her and she couldn't come up with a witty response quickly. She tucked her head to the side and rolled her eyes.
"Always," she answered softly before closing the door. She could feel Peters grin getting bigger behind her back.
"So," he started as she led him to the kitchen, "What's for dinner?" he purred in her ear. His arms wrapped around her waist and his fingers traced down to her hips. AS much as she would love to push back into him, she twisted from him and gripped his hand.
"Dinner," she said, "Dinner is chicken and rice pilaf."
Peter smiled at her. "All right then. But I get to pick desert."
Olivia felt her stomach tighten. It was doubtful he'd want that kind of desert after she told him. She sighed and sat down across from him. Dinner was going to be long.
Dinner was long, but Olivia had known it was going to be. She had remained awkward and silent during the course of the meal and Peter had, of course, noticed it. Her wine glass remained untouched but her water glass had been refilled three times. His brooding stare at her made her uncomfortable during the time and the small talk between them made things worse. Everything became incredibly awkward between the pair. Olivia sat in her seat after the meal and just as she was working up the courage to tell him, his phone rang. He looked down at it and then across to her.
"Can I-?"
"Sure," she said, hopping up and taking his dish. He smiled and walked out of the kitchen and to the back door as she headed into the kitchen. She had turned the faucet on and she heard the front door open. Swinging her head out into the living room she saw Rachel set a sleeping Ella down on the couch. She gave Olivia a tightlipped smile.
"Where's Peter?" she asked.
"On the phone out back," Olivia answered. Rachel made a 'o' with her mouth and smiled. In her mind Olivia had told him already. Rachel smiled happily.
"I went to the store," she said, "I got you something."
"Oh?" Olivia asked.
"Yeah," Rachel answered, "Let me go get it."
Rachel headed back out the front door and Olivia dried off the plate she had in her hands. She had set it on the rack and reached over for the next one when she heard Peter come back into the house. She felt her stomach do a flip. She rinsed the plate and set it on the drying rack before reaching over for the glass. Olivia knocked a fork onto the ground and watched it bounce under the counter. She cursed to herself, not hearing the front door open. She was reaching for the fork when she heard Peter entered the room and stand against one doorframe.
"Okay Liv," came Rachel's voice, "I was thinking about what you said earlier and I remembered what I had needed and so I went to the store looking for the pre-natal vitamins and I found the ones I took when I was going to have Ella-"
Rachel had entered the kitchen ad was rummaging through the plastic bag not noticing Peter was in the room. Olivia sat down on the floor by the sink, fork in her hand and stared wide-eyed in horror as Rachel said this. Rachel looked up and saw her look, then over to Peter. Her face mimicked Olivia's then.
Peter felt all the color drain from his face then. There wasn't an ounce left. His green eyes pierced into Olivia's as she sat against the counter on the floor. Her face was full of fear, guilt, and more fear.
She had wanted to say something witty, raise an eyebrow and smile in a cheesy way, but her body stopped functioning then. She looked only at Peter then before muttering.
"Surprise?"
P.S. watch out for a Peter POV story coming up soon, it starts WAY before he finds out. (starts when they actually do make the baby) (wink wink)
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