Author's Note: I' am so incredibly sorry! My computer crashed and I lost everything. So I haven't been able to update lately. My computer still isn't fixed so I'm using a friend's for the moment. I've been down in the dumps lately because I lost all the stories that I write for my own enjoyment and all the chapters and stories I was writing for fanfiction. But today I'm sucking it up and giving you more of the story. You are my readers and I will not disappoint you. Also in the beginning of this chapter I'm referring to things that happened in chapter five. So if you get a little confused revert back to that.

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(September 25, 2026 Oliver: 35 and Lily: 35, 6)

OLIVER: Business is slow today and for once I don't mind. I wasn't expecting what happened yesterday. And now I just can't get it off my mind. Lily is gone again. She's been traveling a lot lately. And when she comes back she is always very quiet and sits by herself for long periods of time.

I wish I could look inside her head. I wish I knew things like her and saw the things she has seen. It gets very frustrating to be with her when she is in one of her moods. Lily has always been stubborn and proud. She would rather eat her fingers off then cry in front of anyone, other then me.

I miss her when she is gone. I miss her strawberry lips and long hair. I always feel a cringe in my stomach when she leaves. Even if I'm not with her I know that she has gone away. It bothers me to know I cannot go with her. I cannot follow her and protect her. And now more then ever I wish we had a child.

Someone who could stay behind with me. A little kid with Lily's spark. I know it's selfish and wrong to crave a baby but I want one. I've always wanted to be a father. Lily has always told me that I' am enough. She tells me she doesn't need a baby, but I'm not that stupid.

Jake and Miley have three kids now. James, Rose and Robert. I know it's stupid but I'm jealous. Lily and I spend lots of time with those kids. We take them out to the park and to movies. We let them run around the Music Shop and dance to the oldies.

Thump!

I lift my head up from the counter up front and walk into my back office. A little girl is sitting in the corner. She has her legs pulled up to her chest and she is crying. I feel myself frown.

"Hey, hey don't cry." I say to sooth her.

"W-Where am I?" She sniffs looking up to me her curtain of blonde hair falling back.

"You're safe." I reach up and take out a long red shirt for her to wear from the top of a bookcase.

I help her slip into it and smile. "There, better?"

She nods.

"What's your name?" I ask already knowing the answer.

"My mom tells me not to talk to strangers." She says quietly.

"Oh." That's right Lily must be around six, stranger danger, if I remember correctly. "Well can't you just trust me? Don't I look trustworthy?"

She sits up straighter and glares at me. "What does a trustworthy person look like?"

"Like me of course!" I chuckle. "Would you like some of my lunch? I brought a lot with me today and it is 12:30."

She chews on her bottom lip. "Well I guess I could help you with that… what did you bring?"

"Let's see." I say standing and walking over to my desk. "I've got two apples, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and some chez-its."

"I love chez-its!" Mini Lily jumps.

I spread my lunch out and we sit side by side and munch away.

"My name is Lily." She finally says after a long moment

"Hello Lily I'm Oliver."

Her eyes brighten. "My best friend in the whole universe's name is Oliver!"

"Really?" I ask sounding astonished.

"Yeah!" She grins. "That's so cool!"

"The coolest." I agree watching her. "So how was your day going before you got here?"

Lily sighs and sets her apple down. "Well Marty stole my orange hat today while I was petting Kit-Kat, that's the name of our kitten."

I nod. I remember Kit-Kat; she dies three years later in mini Lily's time I frown and suddenly I understand. Why does Lily always have to be right? Knowing is an ugly cross to bear.

"And so I told on him and he and my mom got into a huge fight. I hate seeing them fight so I got really upset and then I was here."

I put my hand gently on her shoulder. "Sorry Lily, but don't worry you'll go back soon enough."

"Ollie?"

I jump up. My Lily comes walking in with an 'I love NY' t-shit on and a pair of dirty jeans.

"Hey." I smile at her, she catches sight of little Lily next to me and grins.

"What's up mini me!" Lily laughs

"I'll get you some clean clothes." I tell older Lily and walk out. I find a Hellogoodbye sweat shirt and some jeans. When I walk back in the two Lily's are playing patty cake.

"Patty cake, patty cake baker's man, bake me a cake as fast as you can!" They sing together.

Lily would have been a wonderful mother.

"Ow you got me!" My Lily laughs pulling little Lily into a hug. They laugh and I set the clothes down next to them.

"And remember don't let dumb Marty push you around." My Lily says winking at her.

"Ok!" She giggles and then she disappears.

LILY: It's a little funny being on the other side. Being the one who watches the person go. Being left behind. I turn to Oliver and notice something different in his eyes that I didn't see while I was bonding with myself.

He looks away from my stare and offers me clean clothes without talking. Did I miss something? I change quickly and meet him back by the front of the store. He is flipping through some paper work and frowning.

"Ollie? Babe? What's wrong?"

He looks a little flustered. A little uneasy.

"I'm fine." He mumbles.

"And I'm normal." I bite back sarcastically. "Come on, confined in me, tell me your troubles and worries my love."

He sighs and looks up to me smiling, but it does not reach his eyes. "Nothing is wrong. I'm just a little tired. And we need to ready by seven tonight. We're going out with the Ryan's tonight."

I nod. "Cool is it our turn to pick the restaurant?"

"I think so." Oliver ponders.

I walk over behind the counter and wrap my arms around his waist. "Tell me." I say into shoulder as I kiss it.

"I just miss you when you're gone."

"But I'm back now."

He shrugs. I sigh. This is impossible. I let go and begin typing in the sales we've made today on the computer. I put the date on the top left hand corner and begin typing slowly. And then it hits me. Yesterday was the 24th I came to Oliver yesterday as a twenty five year old sobbing over our lack of children.

That is why he's been sore. I look over at him as he flips through old records.

"Oliver?" I say softly.

He looks up at me.

"I'm sorry."

He looks away. "Don't worry about it. We've been fine. I'm fine. This is enough."

I'm suddenly hit with that feeling again. I thought I buried it ten years ago but now it's back and nagging me. I want a baby.

"Oliver?"

"Don't ok? Please just don't."

I shut-up and try not to look at him. I don't want to fight. The rest of the day played out slowly. Oliver and I did not make eye contact and we did not speak to one another. Five costumers came in today and four bought something…

I'm in our bedroom now trying to zip up my dress. It's difficult because, one I can't see it, and two it's stuck. I hate dresses.

"Let me help you."

His hands are warm on my back. His touch is soft and delicate. I don't want to go out tonight. He finishes and I look at my red wine colored dress in the mirror.

"You look lovely." He says.

I turn around and kiss him fully on the mouth and place my hands on his shoulders. He pulls me closer in a tight hug and I feel his lips smile against mine. His hand reaches up my back and unzips the dress. So much for that.

He pushes me back onto the bed and we get undressed quickly. I run my hands over his chest and he tickles my ear with his tongue. His is gentle and tender. It's not our usual rough sex it's our soft sex. He kisses my neck and I explore his broad shoulders. We come together in an apology.

He kisses my wrist and I know he is sorry. I nuzzle his cheek and he knows he is forgiven. Time has no power when we stay together, just as this. I hold him close and sigh easy. He breathes in my hair and whispers love into my ears.

I get up from the bed the same time he does we smile at each other and pull our clothes back on. I splash water in my face and scrub my skin clean. Oliver brushing his hair back with his fingers and now we are ready.

"What took you two so long?" Miley grips as we meet them outside of the restaurant.

Oliver and I share a quick look. Jake and Miley raise an eyebrow. Jake laughs and Miley sighs. "Y'all have a problem."

It's a French restaurant, as always. Considering Oliver and I are experts are languages we always have fun teasing the Ryan clan with our wicked skills.

The kids sit quietly together. It's amazing how well behaved those guys are. Sure, Robert is a bit of a hand full but man! James is outgoing and loud, like mother like son. And Robert is still at that age where he could go either way. What surprises me the most is Rose. She is reserved and shy, unlike both of her parents.

Rose, growing up with two boys naturally is a tomboy, much to Miley's dismay. She is a crazy kid though once you get to know her. We are seated in the back where there is more room. Oliver and I choose seats that look out the window. He puts his hand on my knee and I rest my head on his shoulder.

Miley gives me a happy look. "Y'all are too cute. Don't you think so Jake?"

Mr. Ryan looks up at us and grins. "Very." He agrees and kisses Miley on the cheek. They smile at one another and I finally believe Miley. She does look happier with Jake now that everything is behind us.

The three kids color on the coloring books Miley brought for them. Robert squirms in his booster seat and whines. James hums a giddy tune and Rose looks lost in her world of crayons and colors.

They all look like a perfect mixture of their parents. Both James and Robert have blonde hair like their dad but Miley's eyes. Rose has Miley's brown curly hair and Jake's eyes. I can't help but wonder, what would mine and Oliver's child look like?

Oliver seems to reading my mind because he gives my hand a comforting tight squeeze.

"Try and have a good time." He whispers in my ear.

I nod and give him a sad smile. Dinner turned out grand. We ate and laughed so much that it disturbed everyone in restaurant. We left with full stomachs and merry faces. I promised the kids I would visit soon and then Oliver and I drove home.

Later that night while Oliver and I lay in bed I contemplated my desires. I face him now as he stares up at the ceiling. I don't care anymore. I want a baby.

"Let's make a baby." I state plainly and before Oliver can protest I straddle him and thrust my hips in. He takes a sharp breath in fast and lets it out slowly. He can not deny me now. I know this is selfish and mean but I don't care. I lost a baby once and I feel that I deserve another chance. Consequences be damned!

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If you're wondering, no, the baby thing will never be fully over. I had to drag that back into the plot. Also I don't know when I'll be able to update again. I can't keep using this computer. It's going to take a while before my computer is up and running again. So sorry once again. Leave your thoughts.

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