Trevor wipes the tears away roughly and squares his shoulders, causing Olivia to pull her hand away. He misses her touch immediately, and not for the first time, wishes that he could pull her close and never let her go. He clears his throat instead, and turning to face her, he murmurs, "I'm sor-" But he never gets to finish his sentence as her finger presses gently across his lips to silence him.

"You apologize too much, Trevor," she smiles, despite the tears that are shimmering in her eyes.

He holds her gaze for long moments as he wages an internal battle against his desire to pull her into his arms, his self-control rapidly slipping away.

His lips move gently in a motion reminiscent of a kiss, and she suddenly realises that her finger is still pressing lightly against them. She lowers her hand slowly to her side and clears her throat. "Now, when's the last time you slept?" she asks. He shrugs. "I thought as much. You should go to bed, Trevor."

When he doesn't move, she reaches for his hand and takes the empty tumbler out of it, placing it on the table, and taking his hand in hers, she begins to lead him to the stairs. He follows her mutely, exhausted from three days of working without sleep and the recent release of his pent up emotions.

Once inside his bedroom, Olivia says, "Go have a hot shower, Trevor and then I promise to give you a demonstration of one of my many hidden talents."

He turns to her, startled by her statement, and murmurs, "Olivia, I don't think that's-"

"Trevor!" she exclaims in exasperation as it becomes obvious where his thoughts have headed, "I am not talking about sex!" Then seeing the flash of pain in his eyes despite the astonished expression on his face at her mention of the word sex, she adds gently as she lowers her eyes to look at her hands, "Not that it wouldn't be nice if we..." She clears her throat and looks up at him again. He's staring at her in surprise and there's a warmth in his gaze that wasn't there a moment ago. She wonders briefly how he cannot be aware of how much she wants him, and she has to fight down the urge to tell him all the hopes she entertains for their future together. Knowing that he's exhausted right now and so this really isn't the right time for that, she forces herself to continue. "I meant talk to you while you relax you're dead on your feet, Trevor, and I'm going to take care of you, just like you took care of me and our little one over the last two days by sending me home to rest despite my protests. So be a good boy now and go have that shower." She's relieved to see a small smile appear on his lips.

.she smiles and takes his jacket and tie from his hands before turning away from him towards the wardrobe to hang them up.

So while Trevor's in the bathroom, Olivia goes back downstairs, and after washing away the remaining traces of her tears at the bathroom sink, as she comes back upstairs and pulls the covers down Trevor comes back in to the room. Olivia smiles at him and moves out of his way as he gets into bed and lies down.

"Now lie down and we can talk it will help you relax and it will help you go to sleep."

"Yes, Mum."

Olivia chuckles. "That's more like it," she says and sees him smile.

When she's completed her task, she's exhausted but satisfied that she's helped him relax and get some much needed rest. She lies down next to him on top of the covers and watches him sleep for a few minutes. It's wonderful to have the opportunity to study his face without being under the scrutiny of his keen, hazel eyes but it's his face that she loves so dearly, and as she lies there studying his features, she realises that it would be quite something to have the opportunity to do this every night and finds herself fervently hoping that, one day soon, she will.

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