About two weeks later, 8th June, 10:30 pm
"Olivia, what are you doing?"
"Accepting your offer of a lift, Trevor".
They get in the car as the driver says" where to". Trevor's house, please," Olivia replies.
"Olivia, what are you doing?"
"I told you. I'm accepting your offer of a lift."
"And when did I make this offer, Olivia, because I can't recall doing so."
"Doesn't surprise me in the least with your memory, Trevor"
"Funny," he murmurs and his lips form a slight pout.
They're quiet for a few moments as the driver pulls out into the road and begins the arduous task of driving through New York traffic. Then she says, "Actually, it was about a month ago."
"What was?" he asks distractedly.
"Your offer of a lift."
He makes an exasperated sound and turns to look out the window. They remain silent for the remainder of the journey, staring out the windows at the familiar sights of New York. It feels good to be in each other's company and they take comfort from the knowledge that they're together, even if only for a brief time.
"We're here,"says the driver a little while later and gets out of the car. He holds the door open for Trevor. "Good night, Sir."
"Good night," Trevor replies in a weary voice.
"Good night," Olivia echoes as she too gets out of the car.
"Olivia, what are you doing?"
"I'm inviting myself in for a cup of tea, Trevor."
"Olivia, I'm in no mood for games or company tonight."
"I know that, Trevor" she says gently. "No games, I promise... But you need a friend after your Dad".
Trevor doesn't say anything, merely turns and begins to walk towards the house. Olivia nods at Trevor driver before following Trevor in to the house and watches as he disables the alarm and shrugged off his coat, hanging it up and pulling off his shoes. She copies his motions and follows him into the living room.
"Drink," he asks as he loosens his tie and picks up the decanter to pour himself a large measure of single malt.
"All right; just a very small one," she replies.
He looks up at her startled as if seeing her for the first time. She's almost six months pregnant now and showing beautifully. His eyes soften and he sighs, "I'm sorry, Olivia I forgot."
She takes a step forward and shakes her head, "Don't be. You've had a lot on your mind".
He nods and pours her a tiny amount of whisky before holding out the glass for her.
"Thank you," she murmurs as she takes it from his hand, letting their fingers brush against each other briefly, craving the physical contact between them if only for a second before they take a sip of the amber liquid, though in Trevor's case it's more of a gulp.
Olivia makes her way over to the sofa and takes a seat, but Trevor turns towards the window and looks out into the stillness of his back garden. The sounds of the city intrude every so often into their cocoon of silence, a car starting, the hoot of a horn, the occasional bark of a dog.
Olivia sits staring at Trevor marvelling at how sweet a man he is at times. It's always surprised her that a man in his profession can be so soft hearted at his core. It's one of the contradictions in his character that had ignited and now holds her interest in him and strengthens her love for him.
She pauses here and waits to see if Trevor will say anything. When he remains silent, sipping his drink and still staring out of the window, She can see that Trevor's fighting hard to retain his composure at this point, and even though her own voice is steady as she speaks, tears are streaming down her face freely.
She stands up and approaches him, placing her hand on his shoulder gently before murmuring, "You need to grieve, Trevor. You need to grieve the loss of your Dad even though he hurt you a lot you know he was still your Dad so if you want to grieve the grieve then she feels it; his shoulders begin to shake as the silent sobs wrack his body, and she cries with him as she rubs a comforting hand across his shoulders.
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