Olivia pulled up Walter's car in front of a diner near by. Walter was immediately excited, seeing the pastry case through the window. Olivia smiled, she had to admit, she missed seeing this Walter. The happy-go-lucky Walter.
She felt a lurch in her stomach and put her hand on her almost imperceptible baby bump. It wasn't big but it was definitely there. With how thin she was, she knew it wouldn't be long before it was noticeable.
Olivia followed Walter inside and met him at the counter. It was obvious he knew this place. The lady at the counter greeted him warmly and he requested a strawberry milkshake, soup, and piece of pie. Olivia was happy Peter had given her some money.
"Walter, why don't we get a booth," she suggested, pulling him away from the counter seating.
They slid into a booth and the waitress brought Walter his food.
"Can I get you anything, ma'am?" The waitress asked chipperly.
"Uh- No thank you," Olivia said with a weak smile.
She looked back at Walter who had already dived into his food.
"Walter," she said softly. He froze and looked up at her, "Do you hate me?"
"H-hate is a... A strong word," he stuttered, "I strongly disliked you."
"I'm sorry," Olivia paused, trying figure out what to say, "I know I hurt you. I know I hurt Peter. I can't possibly fully apologize for what I've done... But I'm here now. This child is here and I want to earn your trust back."
Olivia knew full well she was lying, but for a split second, she wished she weren't.
Two Weeks Later
As Olivia had thought, her baby bump had become noticeable. Peter often put his hands on the sides of her stomach when he kissed her now.
The more she saw her alternate standing around the edges with her babybump growing as well, the more guilty she felt. She wouldn't let Peter kid her, or even tough her, if Olivia was around.
Olivia's bump was bigger than hers. She wad between two and three weeks farther along.
Today there were people bustling around the lab. The deprivation tank was being moved, but no one would tell her why. Even Peter wouldn't tell her when she'd asked.
They stood in front of the doors as people bustled around the lower lab with the tank and necessary equipment.
"Please," she tried again. Olivia was beginning to feel like he was hiding something from him.
His eyes went blank and glassy every time she asked. This time he tried to mask it though.
He turned to her and put his hands on her bump, looking her in the eyes, "Liv, please just stop asking. It doesn't matter."
"Why do I get the feeling it really does?" she retorted.
"I promise, it doesn't matter," he whispered and leaned down, kidding her gently, and she let the worry go.