Lollipops are for Kids
Ch 11
The more pregnant Lilly got, the more plentiful the staring became. She ignored most of it, but of course Joannie had to comment on the state of her mini dome. Lilly would have launched herself at the demon-bitch, but didn't want to harm the baby and Oliver had her by the shoulders besides that. She settled for making several rude hand gestures and telling Joannie who she could stick up her backend. Some odd snarls and several moments later she was calm again.
"You're a little bit hard to handle when you're preggers," Oliver commented. Lilly glowered at him and he held up his hands in surrender. "Not that that's a turn off…"
Lilly sighed. She and Oliver had been shagging like bunnies for the past two months and she was really coming to dread her third trimester when she would no longer be able to have intercourse. She had become insatiable because of the hormones. Oliver didn't seem to mind at all, but Lilly wasn't sure how she should take that fact. "Don't worry about it," Miley had advised. "Oliver is in love with you. Just because you guys can't get it on doesn't mean he'll love you any less."
"I know," Lilly had replied, but she was still worried about Oliver's sexual state during her last three months. She had determined to go down on him fairly often to compensate. She also started coming up with naming possibilities to take her mind off of things. She liked Colby and Daniel best, but Oliver thought Colby was too much like cheese and Daniel was the name of his favorite uncle. He of course had no suggestions.
Lilly was eight months pregnant when she started to worry that he was losing interest in both her and the baby. He started hanging out with his guy friends more and Lilly imagined that he flirted with girls. She was less than happy, but didn't want to tell Oliver so for fear of making him think her paranoid. Instead she vented to Miley.
"Why don't you just tell him you don't like it when he talks to other girls?" the brunette had asked.
"Because then he'll think I'm crazy."
"You are crazy if you think he likes anyone besides you."
"You say that now," Lilly replied, "but when he's off at college and some blonde bimbo with the body of a model wants to hang out with him you'll be singing a different tune."
Miley rolled her eyes. "Oliver is not going to get anybody who looks like a supermodel." She realized what she had implied and quickly added. "Because he's got a sexy little thing like you to keep him in line!" Lilly simply sighed. She knew she was no supermodel and was now feeling even more unattractive. "I still think you should talk to him."
"Forget I mentioned it," Lilly replied. She changed the subject and the two girls discussed Jake Ryan's new movie, which Hannah Montana was of course going to the premier of alongside him.
Lilly was starting to feel a bit better about what Oliver felt for her later on that month when he got her a dozen roses for Valentine's Day and took her out to dinner. She forgot most of her concerns that she wasn't attractive to him when he suggested they get married in June as soon as school was out. She agreed immediately, not wanting to wait any longer than necessary to become Mrs. Oliver Oken.
The day after she was meeting Miley and Oliver at Miley's for yet another movie marathon when she got the shock of her life. She walked into the Stewart living room to find her best friend and her fiancé entwined in an intimate embrace. Oliver was kissing Miley's cheeks and she was sighing his name over and over again. Without saying anything at all, Lilly stormed out of the room.
She started walking home, totally shattered by what she had seen. Oliver caught up to her before she had gone two blocks. "Lilly!" he panted, turning her around by her arm. "Wait! Let me explain."
"There's no need to explain," she told him tearfully, her cheeks already wet. She jerked her arm out of his grip. "I'm not as wonderful as the perfect Miley Stewart. Go back and have your date, we're over."
He tried to stop her, but she took off down the street, sprinting as fast as her pregnancy would allow. Had it not been heart-wrenching, Oliver would have been inclined to laugh. He almost let her go home, but she slowed down before passing out in someone's front yard and he sprinted to where she lay. "Oh, God! What's wrong?" he asked her. She tried to slap him, but her pain was too much.
"I don't know. Get some help," she told him, pain wracking her body. Oliver's jeep was closer than an ambulance so he called Miley and had her pick them both up. Once they were in the vehicle, Miley and Oliver attempted to explain to Lilly that he was just comforting a friend. Miley had dumped Jake after finding out that he had slept with Mikayla at some party she had stayed home from. Lilly didn't really care, however, as the pain increased.
She was admitted to the hospital immediately and the nurses told her friends that she would have to have an emergency cesarean section. They were worried, but the nurses refused to let them go with her into surgery. Lilly wept in pain until the anesthesiologist knocked her out. An hour later Robbie, Mrs. Truscott, Miley and Oliver were allowed to see the baby. Lilly, however, was in critical condition as they couldn't get her to stop bleeding. The small group sat in vigil around the glass of the nursery hoping that Lilly would stabilize.
The minutes ticked by, seeming like hours as they waited for news of Lilly. The baby slept peacefully, unaware that his mother was dying on a surgical table in a cold, metallic room. Oliver explained the situation to Robbie and Lilly's mother and both he and Miley apologized profusely. "She was worried that you might find someone else," Miley admitted to Oliver after an hour of waiting for news of their blonde friend. "I should have thought about that before sulking into your shoulder."
"I'm your friend!" Oliver replied. "There wasn't anything wrong going on. And why would she worry about losing me?"
Nearly two hours later a doctor came to inform the group that Lilly had finally been stabilized. There was a collective sigh of relief. "She was damaged pretty badly. What set off her labor? She was three weeks early," he said seriously.
"Well she was upset," Oliver told him.
"Please make sure not to upset her anymore. I can't allow you to risk her health. She could very well bleed out again and die if agitated." He looked at them and sighed. "I can allow one visitor at a time," he informed them.
Mrs. Truscott was the first to see Lilly. She came out of the room in tears, not wanting to see her child in such a pitiable condition. Oliver elected to go next. He walked into the dim room and saw the love of his life lying, pale and fragile in the hospital bed. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "But it wasn't what you think. Miley needed a shoulder to cry on."
"You kissed her," Lilly said, squeezing her eyes closed tighter.
"I know. I didn't think you'd take it the wrong way." He tried to keep his tears out of his voice. "Lilly, please don't die."
"I'm not going to die," she told him. "They said I'm fine." She opened her eyes to look at him and saw his fear. She let out a deep breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. "Do you love me?" she asked.
"More than anything," he told her earnestly.
"Ok. I'm sorry I overreacted."
"Just please don't do it again," he said, wiping the moisture from his face as he bent to kiss her forehead. "You scared us all to death."
"How's the baby?" she wanted to know.
"He's awesome," Oliver replied. "He has your eyes."
"Do you think I could see him?"
"I'll talk to them…"
"Send Miley in," Lilly told him. "I want to talk to her."
Oliver stood after kissing her forehead once more, then went back to where the Stewarts and Mrs. Truscott were waiting and watching the baby. "She wants to see you," he informed Miley. The brunette stood and solemnly walked into Lilly's room.
After both girls had apologized, Lilly dozed off, not having the strength to wait to see her baby. The doctors removed her from the ICU after checking her stitches and blood pressure and after she reassured them nearly twenty times that she felt much better. The child was brought into her room a few hours after she was moved.
She looked at the tiny baby for the first time nearly twelve hours after he was born. "We should give him a name," her mother said, tears still shining in her eyes. "What do you think?"
"I don't know," Lilly replied. "He doesn't really look like a 'Colby' or a 'Daniel.' Do you guys have any suggestions?"
"Earl's a fine name," Robbie said immediately.
"No," the others said simultaneously.
"How about Charlie?" Oliver asked, stroking his forearm gently.
"I like Charlie," Lilly said, looking into Oliver's eyes.
"Charlie it is," Mrs. Truscott beamed. For once in her life, Miley Stewart was stunned speechless at the sight in front of her.
"He's beautiful," she finally managed. "You guys are going to be the perfect little family."
"Thanks," the new parents responded, not taking their eyes off the thing that they had created. Lilly felt better about everything now that Charlie had come into the world.