Author's Note: Eli catches sight of Olivia in his dad's bed. Bernie is also at the apartment because she is the best.

This chapter loosely follows chapter 1 in time, but is a stand alone chapter. I'd love it if you read chapter 1, but you do not need to read it to understand this chapter.

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"Shit…Shit!" Eli is scrambling around his room tossing his laptop and charger towards his backpack on his bed while hopping on one foot trying to get his pants on. He sees 7:52 flash on his alarm clock. "SHIT!"

He'd forgotten that he had tutoring this morning at 8:00. And if he missed this session he was certain he'd fail his math test next week. Who the hell schedules tutoring at 8:00 on a Saturday? Complete bullshit! Why didn't they set this for 10:00 like a normal person?

"Shit!" He exclaims again as he stubs his toe "Damn loft…corner…stupid…bed! AHHHHH!" He's doubled over now, rubbing his big toe.

He finally gets dressed and shoves everything in his bag and rushes out his bedroom only to run right into his dad. Elliot's standing just outside own doorway, pulling his shirt over his head with one hand and rubbing sleep from his eyes with the other.

"Jesus Eli!" He calls in a hushed tone, "be quiet, people are trying to sleep."

"Not people," he nods to Bernie who just opened the bathroom door, "just you….and..." Eli trails off as over Elliot's shoulder and through the cracked door, he can just make out a body-shaped lump in Elliot's bed. They are completely covered, thank god , the blanket stopping around their waist but the top sheet continuing to the base of their neck. They're on their stomach, and it looks like their hands are tucked under the pillow.

"That better be Olivia, dad, or Kathleen is going to kill you." Eli cranes his neck, trying to see around his dad and confirm that it is Olivia in the bed. "Actually, I think Olivia would kill you, too."

"Of course it's Livvie," Bernie chimes in, "I'm surprised you didn't hear them come in last night. They made quite a racket, laughing and knocking over the coat rack - I think it was the coat rack, sounded like it." She walks between the boys, trying to make her way to the kitchen to start a kettle for tea.

Elliot's ears and neck turn bright red. "Okay Mama, that's enough," he calls after her quietly. Elliot pulls the door shut gently until he hears the latch. "And you," he points at Eli, "don't look in there. Actually, just get away from the door. I don't want to wake her just yet."

But Eli is already following Bernie towards the kitchen muttering "So gross."

And with excellent hearing, despite her age, Bernie counters "Oh Eli, your dad isn't gross."

"Ugh, then what is it called when an ancient person acts like a lovesick puppy?" He shudders a bit. "Ick!"

"Careful with who you are calling ancient kid, I might be old but could still kick your butt. Now," he changes the subject, as he stands next to Eli in the kitchen, "care to tell me why you are shouting at," he glances at the clock on the stove, "8:08 a.m. on a Saturday?"

"It's past 8?" Eli's earlier panic returns "Sh…Crap!"

"What is it?" Elliot demands, his frustration with Eli growing by the second.

"I have tutoring at the school this morning and I'm late. Can you take me?" Eli's eyes big and pleading.

Elliot looks down at his thin, worn sweat pants and bare feet. "Do you still have the Uber app?"

"Um, no," Eli looks away and then down at his own feet, "of course not, you told me to delete it after everything that happened…"

"Eli," Elliot grits out.

"Yes," then he rushes, "but you can't be mad! It's a good thing I still have it."

"No, it would be a good thing if you knew how to set a damn alarm and get some place on time."

"Daaaaaad, save the lecture for later," he begs, "I'm really late now. Really, really late!"

"Call for an Uber." He watches as Eli pulls his phone from his pocket and swipes a few screens. "What time is your session over?"

"9:30, but probably closer to 10 since I'm late."

"You can Uber to the school and straight back," he waits for Eli to look up from his phone "no detours. And we will discuss the app and your phone privileges later. Do you understand me?"

"There, back, no detours, grounded, got it," he repeats as he's dashing to the front door, "there was an Uber around the corner, they will be here in less than a minute."

"Okay, love ya. See you at 10." Elliot calls as the door shuts.

Turning, he rubs his face a few times. "Ugh, he's right. I am too old for this shit. You good out here," Elliot asks his mama, "I'm going back to sleep for a bit," his thumb pointing back towards his bedroom.

"I'm fine," Bernie nods as lifts the steaming kettle from the stove, "are you sure you don't want some tea?"

Elliot shakes his head but does get a quick drink of water. He then takes a pit stop in the bathroom (to pee and rid his mouth of morning breath) and partially disrobes, before finally sliding back under his covers in his briefs.

Olivia turns to her side, and snuggles sleepily into him, rubbing her hand over his belly and pressing two quick pecks to his chest. "'S time to get up?"

"No," he kisses the top of her head, "We have a while, go back to sleep."

"Mmmmm 'kay."