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Over the next few weeks, Zosia had the visiting order nagging away in her mind, and as much as she tried to forget about it, it became impossible when she received another two letters requesting a visit to Seb, and both times she threw the letters away straight away. She had hoped that Ollie would never find out that he had been attempting to contact her, she wanted him to be out of sight, out of mind. However, it was a close call when one morning he caught her throwing an envelope straight in the bin.
'What was that?' Ollie asked, pulling on a t-shirt on his way out of the bedroom.
'Oh, just a letter about a new credit card' she lied- she was quite pleased with herself for that one, she'd thought of it quickly.
'I can't believe you managed to throw that away, you women are known for your insatiable shopping habits aren't you?' He teased, and Zosia smirked sarcastically. 'You're letting the side down for womankind'.
'Somehow I manage to control myself' she smirked. 'The bank of husband will do for now'
'Sorry, you have a husband?! I thought we were getting married' he playfully looked shocked as Zosia shook her head. 'Anyway, how is Willis this morning?' He asked, smoothing a gentle hand over Zosia's 24 week bump. She shook her head.
'That isn't his name' she sighed, and Ollie smirked.
'To make it grow on you I have to keep referring to bean as Willis' he joked, and she shook her head again. 'Some kind of conditioning to make you like it and get used to it' he laughed.
'It doesn't fit...' She said. 'It reminds me of an old teacher I had at school, Mrs Willis, she was a total...' Zosia trailed off, before shuddering. 'Besides it might be a girl' she pointed out.
'Willis is fine, then' he teased. 'I can't wait for another argument about names' he smiled, half seriously as Zosia turned away and kissed him before heading into the bathroom for a shower. When she closed the door, Ollie retrieved the letter from the bin, shaking his head and laughing at her forgetting to recycle it, but his smile dropped into a shocked frown when he saw what it really was...

When Zosia came out of the bathroom, she found Ollie sitting on the sofa, staring at what she thought was a letter addressed to him. 'What's that?' She asked out of curiosity, but sensed that he wasn't best pleased when he turned to look at her and held up the letter with the prison service letterhead on top...
'Zosia why didn't you tell me? This is serious stuff' he frowned. He couldn't decide if he was shocked, annoyed, disappointed, or all three. Zosia closed her eyes and sighed as she sat down, towel drying her hair.
'Because there is nothing to tell, I'm not going' she said, confidently. She felt sick thinking about this, but Ollie was making a way bigger deal of it than she had intended him to...
'How many of these have you had?' He frowned, brandishing the letter, and then looking at it again. Zosia remained silent, and didn't make eye contact. 'Zosia? How many?' He said, sternly. Eventually, she closed her eyes and sighed.
'Three. I'm not going' she repeated, and Ollie stood, stressed.
'You should have told me' was all he said, before standing and exiting the room.

Zosia couldn't tell whether Ollie was annoyed at her for not telling him about the letters, or annoyed at Seb for requesting visits, or both. She decided to carry on getting dressed and ready for the day, and then approached Ollie as he sat in the kitchen, drinking a cup of tea. He smiled weakly at her as she entered and she smiled weakly back, taking a seat next to him at the breakfast bar where he was sat.
'I knew you'd be annoyed' she began. 'I didn't want to cause you any stress, I've stressed you out so much over the past year, and I knew I wasn't going to action it, so...'
'Zosia we're getting married, we're supposed to face things together. Yes, I am annoyed that he has contacted you, but I'm also, truthfully, a little annoyed you've kept this from me' he frowned, looking into her eyes. She felt awful, he looked so disappointed.
'I'm sorry' she whispered, looking into his eyes and they took each other's hands. 'I won't keep anything like this from you again. I suppose I wanted to forget, too' she sighed, and Ollie smiled weakly, stroking her hand with his thumb as he held it. He kissed her on the forehead to show her it was ok, and they headed into work, putting their morning argument behind them.

Throughout the day, Ollie was up and down between AAU and Darwin seeing a patient with a lung problem admitted down there, and it gave Zosia time to think about what her next move was going to be regarding Seb's letters...it was obvious that he wasn't going to leave her alone, given that she had received three visiting orders. Would it be crazy if she just went once? Maybe he would leave her alone, she thought, if he could see that she was happily engaged and pregnant. Maybe he would get the picture? It was the only think she could think of to make this all stop. However, not wanting to annoy her fiancé any more on the matter by keeping it from him, she picked a moment that evening to talk to him about the idea...
'I've been thinking...' She began, eating an orange segment as she slouched down onto the sofa next to him as he turned the TV on to watch a documentary. 'What if going will get him off my back?'
'Has baby brain finally made you lose your mind?!' He laughed, before making a serious point. 'If you do he'll think he has control over you. That you'll answer his every call'
'But if he sees I'm pregnant he might leave us alone' she pointed out, but Ollie shook his head adamantly.
'Sweetheart I really don't think going will solve anything, Zosh. If you want him to stop contacting you, why don't I go instead?' He suggested.
'I can look after myself, you know?' She replied, sarcastically, and Ollie nudged her playfully.
'Oh come on, what if I just warn him off, rough him up a bit?' He smiled, throwing some pretend punches as Zosia looked shocked.
'Ok but just so you know, bean and I are not visiting you when you go to prison for beating up someone in prison' she smirked.
'Oh ok, I'll be good, then'

So a week later, Ollie arrived at HMP Holby in Zosia's place. As he went through security, handing him his phone and other belongings, he and the other visitors were walked down a corridor down to the visiting hall with guards at both ends of the line.
Ollie entered the room and could see Seb looking out for someone he recognised. He looked tired. He was wearing a creased t shirt and yellow vest over the top, the same as the other inmates. His face dropped when he saw Ollie enter the room, but no Zosia...
Ollie feigned a smile as he approached Seb, to give the appearance of a friendly greeting between friends, but as he sat down, his smile turned into a harsh, hostile whisper. 'You have a nerve, Coulter'
'I just want to talk, to explain-' he tried to begin, holding his hands up as if to suggest a truce, but Ollie wasn't in the mood for listening to his excuses.
'To explain why you abducted her when she was so vulnerable?!' Ollie snapped, in a harsh whisper, so as not to catch the attention of the guards.
'I don't expect you to understand...' Seb tried to interject, 'but it was all because I love her...'
'You love her?' Ollie began, looking more and more confused and agitated the longer he was in Seb's company. 'You must have a pretty screwed up idea of romance if you think abducting a vulnerable woman is the way to express your feelings' he replied, bitterly.
'Why are you here, Valentine? Why didn't Zosia come?'
'Because it's over Coulter. The nightmare you have subjected her to is over. She's rebuilding her life and trust in people, it's your fault she lost that in the first place. We're getting married-'
'Yes I know' Seb frowned, interrupting, and Ollie continued.
'-and we're also having a baby, you have no part in her life anymore, and that's how it's going to stay' he threatened.
Seb remained silent in shock at this new information, 'Y-you're...you're lying' he frowned again, eventually finding the words to speak.
'No, we really are. She's 6 months along, and the baby is doing well, no thanks to you. You drugged her, and it could easily have hurt our baby' he sneered. Ollie wasn't sure he liked the person he was being at that moment but this man just infuriated him beyond recognition.
Seb was silent, and looked down, playing with his hands. 'Do you enjoy seeing me like this?' He asked.
'Yes' Ollie replied, with a tone that suggested it was stupid question. 'Obviously'.
'Just...look after her...' Seb frowned, feeling disappointed.
'Oh I plan to, don't you worry' Ollie replied, standing. 'I think we're agreed that this is it now, yes? Have I made our point quite clear?'
Seb sat in silence, and didn't look at Ollie. As Ollie left, he felt a sense of relief. He thought he had been its explicit and clear with Seb that he should leave Zosia alone.

When he arrived at the hospital and joined Zosia on the ward, she looked at him worriedly. 'So? What happened?' She gasped, suddenly nervous. In response, Ollie placed his hand on her back and lead her away from the bay's and out to the nurses station. He took her hand and stroked her cheek affectionately.
'He won't be bothering you anymore' he smiled, and Zosia smiled in response.
'And no cracked, bruised or cut knuckles, either. Bonus' she joked, examining his hands, before they laughed and continued with their day. Zosia felt extremely lucky to have Ollie fighting her corner and looking out for her...'what I done to deserve you?' She smiled at him, and he placed a hand on her bump.
'No...what have I done to deserve you?' He reciprocated, kissing her.