AN: Thanks for reading.

D: Law and order SVU and its characters are not mine.

CHAPTER 59 BREAKFAST

For a moment I miss having his shirt in my hands when I wake up. I guess I've gotten used to sleeping and waking up with it. But now it is not here. I rather not inquire into that feeling of absence and I decide to take off the covers and let my feet touch the ground. I notice that I am not wearing my boots and I do not remember having taken them off either. I move my toes and observe them underneath of the thick socks as if wanting to make sure that they really are mine. I look up and find an armchair and a bookshelf in a corner of the room, and not far from there a desk. I know this place. I remember changing my clothes. I take my look down to my body and see that, in fact, I am still wearing those pregnant clothes that do not belong to me. I also remember the delicious food and watching the television and after that I only remember my dream.

I relax a little and stretch to turn on the night lamp that is on the night-table, but there is not a switch anywhere to be found. The strange feeling of desperation starts to appear on my chest so I decide to get up and turn on the main light. But there is no switch either, it doesn't really have a button, in its place there is only a line and a little red light bulb. I touch it carefully but it doesn't turn anything on, so I decide to slide my finger along the line and finally achieve something. I close my eyes tightly because the sudden change of light hurts me. I keep them that way until little by little I can open them.

I look around just to make sure I am alone. I don't know what should I do next. I can leave the room in search of my clothes, or just get out of here and go home. No, that would be rude. Maybe I just should walk out and look for Doctor Beresford. Well... that doesn't make me feel comfortable either. I really do not like any of the options due to the fact that they all involve leaving the warm room. So I decide to stay. I approach the bookshelf and inspect the books with my eyes. Most of them are medicine topics and there are some novels as well, some in English some in their languages, and I am only familiar with "Wuthering Heights" and "One Hundred Years of Solitude".

I keep looking around and on the armchair I find an open photo album. I bend down a little while keeping my hands behind my back to avoid touching anything. Detective habits. I look at the photo that is centered on the page, I identify the doctor immediately, he is smiling and hugging a beautiful woman with one of his arms. Her huge green eyes stand out on her pink and freckled cheeks, her curly red hair falls to her shoulders and her smile is very cute. Maybe she is his girlfriend. They look great together. I continue my way to the desk and I can notice the notebooks again but I decide not to touch them. They are his personal things and I should not be snooping.

I go back to bed and then I can notice a couple of light stripes similar to the ones on the light switch. I get closer to see them and I stretch my fingers to slide them over both of them. To my surprise the night lamp doesn't lit up but rather the curtains began to rise and the television turns on. I slide my fingers on the stripes again desperately trying to undo my mistake.

—Damn it.— I say in a whisper as I turn to see if I have accomplish anything. And it is then when I face the huge window and the view is incredible. Right there in front of me is a whole white Central Park surrounded by mist. There is no storm anymore, thanks to the sky, although a little snow continues to fall. I am shocked by such a beautiful image. I can swear that you can see the whole park from here.

—Olivia.— I hear the knock on the door but I don't react until I notice that he is speaking to me. I turn around and see the doctor leaning out of the door looking doubtfully at the room.

—Hi. I don't know how to use your switches.— I apologize immediately. A slight smile appears on his face and he enters the room. He turns off the main light and then walks to the other switches.

—I need to label them.— He says trying to make me feel less stupid.

—You have a beautiful view.— I tell him, still looking at the park under the snow.

—It's one of the reasons why I bought this apartment.— he says with a proud tone. —And its close to one of my jobs. Did you sleep well?—

—Yes. I don't remember how I got here though.— I say even though I already suppose how I did.

—I carry you. Sorry, you were exhausted. And I can't blame you, after what we ate I did not expect any different.— I feel my cheeks getting red as I remember the way I ate last night.

—You haven't had morning sickness, have you?— He asks approaching me.

—No.— I haven't even think of it.

—Good, because breakfast is ready.— I know an expression of surprise has been drawn on my face.

—You shouldn't have.— He smiles and shakes his head in disapproval.

—Come on, you will like it. If you want to shower there is the bathroom and I have more clothes for you.—

—Thank you but I'll take a bath at home.— I say taking my boots off the ground, where I finally found them.

—Let me give you clean clothes at least.— He pushes.

—I can use the same one I brought yesterday.—

—Yes, I put them in the dryer, they should be ready.— he says disappearing through the door. I don't know what time it is but apparently he's been awake for quite some time.

—Here.— He comes back to the room with my clothes neatly folded —Get dressed and I'll wait for you downstairs.— He leaves again in the blink of an eye. I let out a mouthful of air which I didn't know I was holding. I'm ready to change but the curtain is open and I don't plan on touching the switches again so I step into the bathroom and, oh surprise, it's also the cleanest, most modern thing I've ever seen. I try not to pay attention to the huge jacuzzi or the straight shower, or the marble sink or the huge and clean mirror. I concentrate on changing and going out again. I make the bed quickly trying to make it impeccable well. Now I understand that this is the main bedroom. This is HIS bedroom. He has allowed me to sleep in it and I don't want to imagine what that beautiful woman would feel about it so I try to leave everything intact and go straight to the kitchen.

A delicious aroma invades my lungs in the middle of the staircase making my stomach roar almost immediately. I can't believe I'm hungry after that dinner. I relax before continuing and I promise myself that this will be the last attention I'll accept from Kyle Beresford. After breakfast I will go back home and out of this paradise. Back to my reality.

TO BE CONTINUED...