Sorry that this is kind of one of those chapters, but I realized that I needed a transition into what I really wanted. That and the fact that it was the second chapter and the story still took place upstairs and I had to get them moving. I promise that the next one will be a little more eventful though. Enjoy! Please read and review! Oh, and P.S., I don't own any of the characters except for the soon-to-be child. That's it!

Chapter 2:

Olivia awoke the next morning feeling worse now then she had before. Her nausea grew worse and worse the more she thought about and decided to try and make it go away by closing her eyes; avoiding the bright morning sun. After the realization finally kicked in of her being pregnant, all she could think about was what Delia was going to do; especially now that the symptoms were becoming more and more noticeable.

She felt Delia's arms around her small waist and when she was fully awake, Olivia felt her move closer and increase the grip she had on her. She felt Delia's chest against her back and Delia's nose and mouth on the back of her neck as she began to spoon her. She tried to remove herself from the tight grip of the red-headed madame, but it only caused Delia to move in closer and begin to moan.

"Don't move, Lovey, not yet. You know the rules." That nickname. That horrible, wretched nickname. Olivia hated that nickname. It made her feel like a degraded child. She also hated Delia's rules; both of them. She hated the fact that she always had to do what Delia said and she hated the fact that she was never allowed to protest any of her demands. If she did, however, there would be consequences. There always was.

"Delia, please. I need to get up," Olivia stated quietly.

"I don't. Not yet, anyway." Even though she was sort of mumbling, she knew that Olivia could understand her. "I don't have to work today, or any day, at least for a little while, that is. I told Amelia I'd work from home and take any clients today through phone calls."

'Great,' Olivia thought, 'Damn that stupid secretary for allowing Delia to do this!' Olivia was never thoroughly frightened of Delia, but she did get a little concerned sometimes. In the case of Delia's secretary, however, she was definitely mortified of what Delia would do to her if she didn't comply to Delia's requests.

"Delia, you didn't have to- "

"I know, I know, but I wanted to. I've noticed you've been feeling a little sluggish lately because of the morning sickness and I wanted to be here for you." Olivia sighed. She didn't want Delia to stay home. She never really liked it when she did. She liked it when Delia worked because she always had long hours and that gave Olivia time to do things she couldn't really do when Delia was attached to her waist 24/7. Olivia really liked to do things that were peaceful. She either liked to sit and read all day or go out in the back yard and tend to the massive garden that Delia had arranged for her. Of course, she was never really alone thanks to her personal security team that included at least three guards while she was a home and seven when she was in the city, but she didn't go out very often. She wasn't usually allowed. That didn't include, however, the amount of guards surrounding the entirety of the house inside and out and the large front and back yards that came along with it. She just wanted to be alone, but that definitely wasn't happening now that Delia was working from home for a few months.

When Olivia finally freed herself from Delia's grip she ran straight to the bathroom and threw up. While she did, Delia held her shoulder length, dark brown hair and slowly rubbed her back in small circles.

"Now do you understand why I stayed home, Lovey?" Like she said, it was degrading. Olivia just nodded her head hoping that Delia would just leave her alone so she could curl back up in her bed, but she didn't.

"Come on, lets go downstairs and I'll make you some tea. How does that sound?"

"Fine," Olivia said quietly as she rinsed out her mouth and spit into the sink. She took a quick glance in the mirror above the sink and realized she was still in her nightgown. Delia would throw a fit if she was ever downstairs in her nightgown.

"Hold on. Get changed first. We don't want any unwanted glances now, do we?" Olivia just shook her head which she immediately regretted when she had to throw up again. After she finished Delia came into the bathroom.

"Here, put these on." She handed Olivia a lavender short-sleeved shirt and a flowy black skirt that ended just above her knees. Delia liked those skirts on her and she would make her wear one every chance she got and when she saw the masculine reaction to Olivia dressed for the day, she couldn't get enough of the thought of her being the only one to look at Olivia like that.

When they finally arrived downstairs and Delia got the tea from the maid, Maria, she sat Olivia down on the couch and gave her a book to read while she took a phone call. Olivia could only make out a few words, but from what she could tell, it sounded like she was arranging for another one of her girls to meet a client.

"N- no Mr. McAllister she is not available today. Can I interest you in someone-"She heard small amounts of cursing out in the foyer and heard Delia walking towards her again. Delia walked from the kitchen at the left of the house and through the foyer, which was technically one big room with a grand white marble staircase in the middle of it, and through the open doorway into the large living room the was covered in sunlight due to large open windows at the front of it.

"Sorry, Lovey," she said as she approached Olivia, "one of my clients is a little upset." She really did hate that nickname. She also hated when Delia talked about her work at home. Sure, she didn't like Delia, but she would rather talk about anything else other that the fact that there were helpless girls out there who were scared and lonely and she couldn't do a thing about it. Not one bit.

"Deels…please. Not at home." She hated the nickname her wife gave to her and she especially hated the fact that she had one of her one for Delia, but living like Olivia does, forced to be married to a possessive woman who transports girls for blood money on a regular basis and could have you "taken care of" with the snap of her fingers, you learn to figure out ways to get what you want, even if it is something as small as getting her to stop talking about sex trafficking. She knew that Delia paid more attention to her when she used that nickname and it really was the only way to get at least something out of the day.

"Sorry, Lovey," she said a she kissed the top of Olivia's head and sat down on the couch next to her," it's just that I-," she was cut off again by the ringing of her cellphone.

"Wilson," she stated firmly. "I'm sorry, who is this? Oh, oh, oh, sorry Zapata I didn't recognize your voice for a second. Oh really? Well, I'll make sure to be there." She hung up the phone and looked at Olivia who looked back a her when she heard the phone close. "you remember Rafael Zapata, don't you?" Olivia shook her head. "He just informed me that there's a large formal event going on to auction off new product in a few months. Guess we need to find you a dress!" Delia smiled as she got up from the couch, kissed Olivia on the top of her head, rolled up her white sleeves to her elbows, straightened her purple, velvet waistcoat, and walked out of the room.

It was one thing to talk about her horrible work habits in front of her, but for Delia to involve Olivia in going to this event when she knew, and it was made perfectly clear, that Olivia didn't like her occupation in the first place, well, that was just cruel. But, again, Olivia couldn't do a thing about it. She knew Delia would whip out the 'innocent family card' and force Olivia to go. Damnit! The next few months were going to be hell.