YEE BOII. It's the final (countdownnn) chapter! WARNING. It does end super frikkin cheesy, but whenever it comes to ending a story I panic because I frikkin don't know how to end it right. URGH! Okay, so- it's been a long ride for you guys waiting for me to update after every three days. But here I am with the audacity to put out the last three chapters in less than 24 hours ^^' LOOK. It's really hard finding filler when you know how you wanna end something, mkay? Anywho, thanks for sticking around with me ^0^ Enjoy~~
Olivier was headed out on his way to see Emma. It had been ten months since they last saw each other, and although they kept in touch- a visit was long overdue. It seemed that when Olivier had asked her to not marry Gustave, she ran to Six and asked for her leave. He had beat himself up over it for the first month before a call he had with Emma assured him it wasn't his doing. He was skeptical about it, despite the time between their argument and her request having some length between them. He'd figured that maybe being at base with him was just too much, which he completely understood. He also knew that his timing wasn't the best when it came to telling Emma how he truly felt. Not to mention that they were going to go at it after she had agreed to an engagement no more than two hours before he visited her in her room. But the more suspicious part of her request to leave was the way Gustave had come back after just two months of being away with Emma. He was noticably upset, and seemed he was out to be enemies with everyone from the way he acted. Whatever happened caused Gustave to come back and be an ass. All Olivier knew was that it felt great to have everyone's hate focused on someone else for a while.
Olivier pulled his car up to a small white house just outside of Paris, and walked up to the door. His heartbeat felt like it was in his throat as he lifted his hand to knock. Everything was silent as he waited for her to answer. The sounds of the locks clicking open caught his attention before the door slowly creaked open. "Oh, Olivier!" Emma gasped stepping forward to throw her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close and holding her tight. She looked, felt, and even smelled the same as she did those many months ago. There was so much nostalgia in their embrace. Olivier wanted to go back there with her. To sneaking kisses, seemingly innocent hugs, and spending the night together in bed. After all, Gustave was back in England at Hereford. He wouldn't know if Olivier and Emma had one more chance to reconcile in their own way. "Olivier?" Emma said pulling away. She planted her hands on his neck, so he kept his hands on her waist. "I'm so happy you're finally here. I've missed you," she said looking up at him with those precious doe eyes. Oh, how he had missed that look. "I've missed you more."
Emma stepped back to allow him to come inside. He stepped inside of her foyer and looked around. Her home wasn't very big despite being two stories, but it was very classy and chic, just like its owner. "Make yourself at home, I'll get us a glass of wine," Emma said patting him on the back before disappearing to his left. Olivier looked right and stepped inside of her living room. It was spacious, very white, and decorated with exotic fauna. He plopped down on her sofa as he heard her walking back from where he assumed was her kitchen. "Here we are," she said presenting two glasses. She held two bottles of wine in her hand. He smiled to himself as she sat beside him and poured him a glass of red. "Comment?" Emma asked as she poured. "Just thinking about the night when one bottle of wine turned into two between us." Emma giggled to herself as well shaking her head. "Well, today you get red. I'm drinking white since it's less alcoholic. I need to be aware, you know?" Olivier nodded as Emma presented him with his glass. She raised hers after filling it half way to clink their glasses together.
"You and Gustave seem to have done well for yourselves," Olivier said after taking a long sip. Emma gave him a pitiful smile as she slowly nodded. "Is something the matter?" Olivier asked setting his glass down. Emma took a long sip herself before answering. "Gustave and I... Well, we're not together anymore." Olivier's moth fell open in slight shock. "Oh, Emma, I'm sorry. I didn't know." Emma giggled waving it off, "It's fine." Olivier felt uncomfortable in the silence that followed. He cleared his throat before speaking up, "Do you want to talk about it?" Emma giggled as took another long sip of wine, "I felt like you would want to know. Well," she said taking a pause to take another sip of wine. "After Gustave and I left to come back to France, I wanted to buy a house. He wanted to live together in his home, but I don't know the area very well. We both know Paris to some extent, so I decided to buy this house." Olivier nodded picking his glass up again. "So, that's what caused the split?" Emma shook her head. "About two months in, we went looking for an engagement ring. I fell ill while we were out, so we had to come back home. We soon found out I was pregnant after that." Olivier choked on his sip of wine. Emma leaned over to pat him on his back. "I'm sorry, I just didn't expect that," Olivier said clearing his throat. Emma giggled to herself, "It's fine. We didn't either."
Her gaze grew distant as she stared down into her glass. It was almost as if she were mulling over some secret in her mind. She took a deep breath before continuing on with her story. "After we found out, I was just overcome with this feeling that I'd rather have been alone. I told him I was sorry, that I didn't think I was ready to be married. He thought I was joking. I mean, wouldn't you think that if you found out you were going to have a baby and your fiancee called off the engagement she was joking?" Olivier nodded smiling to himself. Not very many people called off an engagement after such an announcement. "I told Gustave that, I would stay here for the remainder of the leave. He was very adamant about not going back to Hereford, he wanted to be here for our child. I told him I didn't want him to be." She fell silent again when the small cries of an infant sounded throughout the house. "Oh, that was quick. Would you like to see her?" Emma said hopping up from her sofa. "Of course I would," Olivier said with a smile. He watched her as she stepped back into her foyer to go upstairs.
The sound of crying faded out and footsteps took its place. "Here she is," Emma said walking back into her living room holding the most angel-faced daughter Olivier had ever seen. She had the biggest blue eyes, and she smiled the same bright smile Emma had as Olivier took her in his hands. "Emma, she's absolutely beautiful," Olivier said sitting her on his lap. "Don't let those big eyes and smiling face fool you, she's as much of a handful as her father. I'm happy I chose to name her after him," she said sitting in the chair angled towards her sofa. Olivier raised an eyebrow as he turned his focus onto Emma. "No offense to you or Gustave, but you have cursed her with a name like Gustava," he said looking back at Emma's daughter. Emma smiled to herself as she leaned forward to rest her chin in one of her hands. "Her name," she said barely above a whisper. Olivier almost didn't hear her. "What was that?" he asked, turning his focus back over to Emma as he bounced the baby girl sitting on his lap. "Her name isn't Gustave. It's Olivia." Olivier stopped bouncing his knee as he stared at Emma. His breath was caught as he tried to understand what she had just said. "Emma," he croaked. "I don't think you can get 'Olivia' from 'Gustave'."
Emma giggled as she shook her head sitting back up. "Non, you can't. I had to come clean with him to make him leave. When we found out I was pregnant, I went back to the doctor to ask if they could tell me how far along I was. I was entering my second month at the time. I felt like I was before we left Hereford, that's why I requested a year's leave." Olivier swallowed hard as he looked back at Olivia. She was sucking on her fingers, still smiling that same bright smile as Emma's. "Emma?" Olivier breathed out. Emma nodded giving Olivier a short laugh. "Ouais, mon chere~ She is." Olivier breathed out his own short laugh as he smiled harder than he ever had. "She's mine," he said to himself through tears as he took one of Olivia's little hands in his. She wrapped her tiny fingers around his thumb, and Olivier was overcome with a warmth he thought he could only feel when he was with Emma. Like there was no one else there with him in the moment. One thing was certain, he wouldn't let Olivia down the same way he did Alexis. He wasn't sure how it would work out with him being on duty at Hereford, but he was determined to find a way. "Emma, come back to England with me." Her mouth fell open in surprise. "Go back to England with you?" She repeated. "Ouais. Come back with me. You and Olivia can stay at my apartment until I can find somewhere bigger for us to stay. I need this Emma. She needs this. I don't want to let her, or you down." Emma seemed hesitant at first, but she nodded her head in agreement. She stood to sit back beside Olivier who wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close to him. He kissed the top of Olivia's head, then Emma's. Everything, for once in his life, felt completely right. "I love you, Emma." Olivier said resting his cheek on top of her head. Emma smiled to herself before saying, "You know what? I love you too."
BLEGH! Get a room you two. Amirite? Hehe~ I'm so glad I totally didn't make this ending obvious (sarcasm af), I really hope it caught you guys off guard (I literally reversed psychologied a lot of you guys into looking up what her blood results meant. No one is surprised) Thanks for sticking out these two long ass weeks on reading and watching this story as I worked on it ^0^ I love you guys so much! ~Streusle