Just a really short fluff chapter to move the story along some
That evening Olivia discharged herself into Bayard's care, he was more than happy to still have her at his place and she had made it quite clear that she was never going back to her apartment, she still hadn't seen the mess that had been made of it and she kept telling herself that if she didn't see it then it wasn't real.
"We've got court tomorrow." Olivia sighed as she cuddled up into Bayard.
Olivia dropped her head into Bayard's lap and lay sideways on the couch while Bayard did his new favourite activity of running his fingers through her chocolate coloured locks.
"Hopefully by the end of the day we'll have one less thing to worry about." He said, he wasn't sure but he was hopeful.
"Are you sure you're ok with my Dad sitting second chair with you?" Olivia asked.
"Absolutely, Olivia I studied your father's cases when I was in Law school, it's why I went into the same line of work, before I studied your Dad's cases I want to be an ADA." He laughed.
"Thank you." She smiled taking the hand splayed on her waist into her own and stroking it with her other hand.
"I'm glad you're going to try and have a relationship with him Olivia." Bayard smiled softly.
"Me too, I mean knowing I'm not a product of rape anymore hasn't changed my outlook on my job and my life, but knowing I have a dad that wants to be in my life, I consider myself a very lucky woman." She explained bringing Bayard's hand to her cheek.
"He does love you Olivia, just because you didn't know about him, he knew about you and has loved you since the day you were born." Bayard smiled.
"I know, anyway enough about that now I just want to spend some stress free time with you B, before court tomorrow I want to be relaxed." Olivia smiled.
"Ok what do you want to do?" Bayard asked unsure what she was getting at.
"We've been together nearly a week now and I practically live here with you and we've already told each other that we love each other but I can't help but wonder how much we don't know about each other yet." She explained as their hands fumbled with each other.
"I understand what you mean so how do you want to learn more about me?" He asked.
"A game of truth, like truth or dare without the dares." She explained.
"Ok then and because I'm such a gentleman I'll let you go first." He smiled.
"Ok uhhh what's your favourite colour?" She asked.
"Orange." He replied with a smile. "What's yours?"
"Blue." She replied. "Who's your favourite author?"
"Stephen King, yours?"
"Nora Roberts, but are you going to just keep asking me the same questions I ask you?"
"Until I think of one of my own." He smirked. "What's your favourite book."
"Noughts and Crosses, other than Celine Dion who's your favourite musician?"
"I don't really listen to music but I like Carrie Underwood."
"Could you like anything more feminine?" She laughed.
"No but it's my turn now I get two questions." He laughed. "Who's your favourite musician?"
"I like the band simple plan." Olivia replied thinking of the albums she had.
"Would I like them?" Bayard continued as his hand circled around Olivia's as they both relaxed and became tired, slowly winding down.
"Hmm they're nothing like Celine Dion or Carrie Underwood but they're good. I don't know I'll have to introduce you to them." Olivia smiled. "But I am now very tired, and we've got an early start tomorrow." Olivia smiled.
"Let's go to bed." Bayard smiled and after standing up he scooped Olivia up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom saving her trying to use the crutches.