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"My what?" Oliver spluttered in the woman's embrace.

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Connor exclaimed as he strode forward and pull his mother from Oliver. "Mom! He's n—"he started.

"Connor, your voice," Cornelia reprimanded her son, removing her elbow from Connor's tight grip and facing Oliver. "Oliver is still a patient, he needs to get his strength back," she gently stroked her palm against Oliver's cheeks.

"Uhmm.. wh—what? Who are you again?" Oliver shifted back to his mother's' embrace, terrified of the woman in front of him.

With a sigh, Cornelia reintroduced herself. "My name is Cornelia Walsh, mother of Gemma and Connor Walsh," she pointed at the two figures behind her. "You're pregnant, right?" she sat softly on the bedside and took Oliver's left hand.

Oliver looked at the woman curiously and nodded, subconsciously touching his belly with his other hand.

Cornelia grinned. "And the fathers are you and Connor, right?" she questioned him while clutching his hands tightly, hope glinting in her brown eyes.

Oliver looked at Connor, they stared at each other for a while, not knowing what the best course of action they should take. Oliver then saw the other man open his mouth, but no words came out. Connor only sighed and looked away from Oliver.

Oliver turned back to the woman and thought about lying to her about his condition, but he abstained from doing so when he looked at her face filled with anticipation. He sighed. "Yes, Connor is the father," he confessed not looking at anyone but at the bulge on his stomach.

Oliver's revelation earned him a ear-piercing squeal from Connor's mother. Cornelia then hugged Oliver tightly. "I'm a grandma!" she repeated to Oliver's ears, but loud enough for the whole room to hear. Then she instantly pulled away from Oliver and gave her son a fierce hug, which was reluctantly reciprocated by a bewildered Connor.

"Mom?" Connor questioned, desperate to know what was going on his mother's mind.

"Connor, you have to marry Oliver. You have to marry him," Cornelia said to him while firmly pressing both of her palms on either of his cheeks, making Connor's mouth form like a fish. "You have to marry that beautiful boy," she ordered with conviction, letting her son know that she was very serious about what she said.

Connor removed his mother's hands from his face so he could speak properly. "Mom, we.. I… he... we… we just…" Connor stuttered. He looked at Oliver for support, but Oliver also looked lost with the situation they have been sucked into. He turned back to his mother and tried explaining. "Mom, we are—"He was cut off mid-sentence.

"Connor Walsh, you marry that boy," Cornelia pointed at Oliver without glancing at him. "That boy is having your baby; your baby, Connor. Not mine nor Gemma's. Yours." She emphasized the words with death glares.

"Mom, it was a mis—"Connor tried again.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence, Connor. That boy is having your baby, and you need to make that baby a Walsh," Cornelia sobbed and wept fake tears. "And I thought; with you being gay and all, I wouldn't have a grandchild from you. I really want to have a baby Connor again." she said earnestly.

"You can be, we can still take care of the baby," Connor explained, not bothering how Oliver's family looked at him right now as he subtly denied marriage to Oliver.

Cornelia sighed and made a 'tsk tsk' sound. "Connor, you know how important family values are to me. I grew up in the Italy, where we are dependent upon each family member. We treasured all happy and painful memories together, and I tried hard doing the same for our family, so that you and Gemma would grow up to have your own loving homes."

Connor thought for a moment how his mother's way of home was different from his friends. Despite being rich, his mother had never lacked on giving them support and love while growing up. Their family was very close because of his mother's persisting morals and values.

"Connor, don't take away from your child the chance of having a family," Cornelia added when she saw Connor's resolve was falling.

"Mom, o—" Connor was once again interrupted by an unfamiliar voice. He looked over to his mom and saw that it belonged to Oliver's mother.

"Doesn't my son get a say from this?" Kathy demanded, looking angrily at the mother and son in front of him. He couldn't say that he wasn't impressed with Cornelia's speech, but she wanted to know first what Oliver wanted.

Connor was startled for a second, but masked his face with his usual court-confidence. He walked to Kathy and extended his hand for a handshake. "Connor Walsh," he introduced himself, but Kathy only stared disgustingly at his hands. Embarrassed, he subtly settled it back to his side.

"I know who you are," Connor grinned, thinking that Kathy was referring to his recognitions as an infamous Criminal lawyer. "You're the bastard who knocked up my son!" Kathy said angrily with venom latching on her voice.

Connor cowered from her voice. "I.. uh.. " he stuttered, lost for proper explanation. He couldn't tell them what really happened. It was so complicated and easily misunderstood, and embarrassing as hell.

Fortunately, Oliver saved him from answering. "It's not his fault, mom." Oliver tugged at the end of his mom's shirt.

"What do you mean it's not his fault? He got you pregnant!" Kathy exclaimed.

Oliver wanted to explain to his mother what had really happened, but stopped himself when he realized that there were way too many listeners to his epic pregnancy story.

He breathed heavily and laid down sideways, arms covering his stomach and tried his best to convey his distress to his mother with just one look.

"Okay. Fine. But we'll talk eventually," Kathy complied with his son's silent request, and gestured for her own family and the Walsh to leave the room so that Oliver could rest.

Once in the hallway, Kathy led Cornelia to a corner, momentarily leaving their families to mingle with each other. "Look, I still do not approve of your outburst earlier, forcing our kids to marry, when clearly they don't have feelings for each other," she said while glaring at Connor's back.

Cornelia wanted to protest, but Kathy held his palm out, signaling to that her that he was still not finish talking. "But I agree with you and your family values or whatever it is. I wanted Oliver's child to experience a family, with two parents to guide and care for him… or her…" she sighed.

"I understand."

"No you don't. Oliver grew up with only one parent and I saw what it did to him. He was closed off and thinks that his problems are not mine." She remembered how teenage Oliver wouldn't tell him about the bullies because he didn't want to add more problems for her because she was a single mother who 'needed to work more to sustain their needs. "So if Oliver wanted… I said if he wanted, so don't get your hopes up… I… I wouldn't object, okay?" He really wouldn't, he wanted the child to grow up in a nice family, where they could both take care and rely on one another and hearing how Cornelia treated her children, she thought that Oliver marrying a man who was raised by that woman would be good for her son.

Cornelia wanted to hug her, but deemed it inappropriate to someone Kathy's age, so she just grinned and nodded enthusiastically. They both went back to their families, who had a tense atmosphere around them.

The Walshs, after brief thank you's and goodbye's, went back home, while the Hampton were left in the hospital to take care of Oliver's discharge papers.

"Thought you'd be here…" Kathy greeted from Oliver's bedroom window. She approached his son, who was lying down on the rooftop. This was not a new scene for Kathy, he saw Oliver do this whenever he was deeply troubled.

"I miss dad," Oliver replied as he continued gazing at the stars.

"I know darling, I know." Kathy copied Oliver's position as she lay beside him.

"Mom," Oliver started without moving from his position. "Do you think it would be different if dad was still alive?"

"It would be different. For starters, we wouldn't have met your step-father and sister."

"I don't want that," Oliver said quickly. "I mean, do you think I would be different if I grew up with a dad… if my family was complete with both parents taking care of me?"

"Well, you matured faster than the other teenagers. You should have been enjoying your rebellious phase, but instead you took care of me. You should have been grounded for breaking rules but you always came home early to prepare dinner and clean the house. should have enjoyed your childhood, but I took that away from you," she said regretfully.

"No mom, no," Oliver turned sideways and lean on her mother's chest. "I don't regret taking care of you. I love you, mom. It's just that, I don't have a dad because he's not here anymore and I can't change that, but with Connor… I have a choice to let my child experience a family."

"Oliver, blood never defines family. It's the painful and glorious moments that you spend with them that counts," Kathy said earnestly to his son. "Michaela is not related to you but you treat each other as real brother and sister."

Oliver smiled at her mother. "So you don't want me to get married to Connor?" he asked his mother; moving his body so he could be engulf in her embrace.

"I'm saying neither. I want you to know that I'll support you with whatever decision you'll make."

Oliver groaned. "But that's what I'm having trouble deciding, mom. I don't know if marrying Connor would be better for our child." Oliver complained as he glanced up at her mom.

Kathy made an affirmative sound. "If it weren't for the child, do you think you and Connor would have been a couple?" She asked. "I mean something happened between you two, so maybe you have feelings for each other?"

Instead of silence, Kathy received a nervous laugh from Oliver. "About that…" Oliver trailed off and when his mother glared at him, he had no choice but to tell her his and Connor's story.

Kathy couldn't believe what his son is telling him, he would have yelled at Oliver for not being careful, but when she looked at him, she saw how Oliver was enjoying telling the story. She sighed, she knew that kind of smile; that's the smile she had seen whenever Oliver talked about Paxton before.

'Note to self, kill Paxton' Kathy thought to herself when she learned how Paxton treated her son.

She waited until Oliver finished the story to ask him one simple question. "So… can you see yourself being with Connor?"

For a moment, Kathy thought her son had fallen asleep when she didn't get an answer immediately, but when she felt her son's head move against her chest, she waited.

"I can see myself falling for him…" Oliver replied with a wide grin pasted on his face.

'Fallen' Kathy mentally corrected her son.

"How will you tell Sebastian?" Gemma asked. She was lying again on his brother's bed; trying to help her brother to calm down. Well, 'trying' is the keyword. They'd been circling the same problem for hours and still never coming up with a right resolution.

"I don't know," Connor grumbled as he covered his eyes with his left arm. He was lying down on the couch which placed at the feet of his bed.

"Will you even tell him?" Gemma nonchalantly asked. She really never liked Julian, so she was actually Team Oliver in this situation. "Why do you even stay with him after the way he treated you?"

'Guilt' Connor thought first but his mouth said "Love."

Gemma snickered in his reply. "Uh huh… whatever you say, Connie."

"Stop calling me Connie!" Connor protested. He took the pillow under his head and threw it at his sister's face.

Gemma sighed; she had enough of Connor's indecisiveness. He took out a photo from her wallet, walked around the room and shoved it to Connor's face. "Do you want this or not?" She demanded.

Connor pushed the photo away from his face so he could look at it properly. He gasped when the photo turned out to be his baby's sonogram. "Where did you get that?" he took the photo from his sister and looked at it carefully. "So little… tiny…" he whispered as he traced the outline of the baby with his point finger.

"Do you want that child or not?" Gemma questioned him again. With the smile that his brother was showing, she knew what her brother's answer would be.

"I want… I so want…" Connor replied without taking his gaze off from the picture.

"Yes!" Cornelia yelled from the bedroom entrance, breaking Connor's trance from admiring the baby's picture. "I knew you would say yes." Cornelia said with her smug voice, she approached her them and give them each a suit hanger. "Open it," she encouraged.

Gemma was not surprised when a pure white suit was revealed from Connor's hanger, while her is a simple but beautiful beige gown.

"This for the wedding?" Connor asked his mother, having fully given to her wish of marrying Oliver. "So when did you booked it? Next year?" He mentally scanned his schedule for December. "I think I'm available on the third week of February, but I'll check with Asher first." He was just approaching his phone to call his secretary but he was blocked by his mother.

"Of course not, silly," she smiled and patted Connor's cheek.

"Really?" Connor was surprised that his mother did not plan the wedding for February, he was sure that she would have taken advantage the Month of Love for him to get married. He was grateful to her for giving him more time to tell Julian his situation, because three months was not enough to build up the courage to confess and break up with his boyfriend.

"Of course... Why would I wait for that long?" Connor was suddenly not grateful to her. "It's tomorrow night." She grinned widely and began to walk out from the room. "The people who will help you for the preparation will come in an hour."

"How... how did you even prepare that in just a couple of hours?" Connor asked his mother; words whirling in his mind.

"I am a Walsh," Cornelia replied smugly, she turned around and saw her son's bewildered face. 'You'll thank me eventually, Connor. After all, mother knows best.' And with that thought, she went downstairs and continued preparing for his son's wedding.

The wedding took place at the Walsh's estate. Even though the wedding was only prepared for less than 24 hours, Cornelia had managed to make it look like it was prepared for years. She invited all the important family and friends of the Hamptons and Walshs, who were still staying in Michigan or who could be there in twenty four hours.

The wedding was extravagant. The garden was covered with golden white lights; pink petals were scattered on the red carpet where Oliver strode. He was also wearing a white suit with hints of navy blue outline that matched his skin-tone, courtesy of Cornelia Walsh.

The tense atmosphere between the grooms wer broken when the ring-bearer, Connor's nephew, tripped and almost dropped the rings, making the grooms laugh.

"We're really doing this?" Oliver whispered nervously.

"I guess we are," Connor breathed in deeply, and took Oliver's left hand.

Oliver gasped when he saw that the ring that Connor was putting on his finger was the same ring he had given him before. He smiled at him and took the other ring, which belonged to his maternal grandfather and placed it on Connor's ring finger.

Their vows was scripted and generic, but what will you expect from a forced wedding between two loveless strangers.

"I know pronounce you husband and husband," the minister pronounced.

The kiss was quick and chaste, and if either Connor or Oliver felt something with the kiss, they didn't say anything.

When 'Hampton-Walsh' was uttered from the minister, fireworks were lit up across the sky. The newlyweds would have stayed for the reception, but they were too exhausted to meet and greet each other's family. They also had both decided that they should not stay together for the night to let their minds catch up with what they had gone through.

Connor was just packing his clothes to prepare for his trip back to Philadelphia when his door was suddenly slammed open.

"What the hell Asher!" Connor exclaimed when he saw his best friend glaring at him from the door.

"What the hell?" Asher repeated. "Is that how you will greet your best friend?" He accused Connor and strode inside the room.

"What do you want me to tell you? Hello? Good evening?" Connor said sarcastically and continued packing; even though, he really knew why Sam was angry at him.

"You didn't invite me to your wedding douchebag!" Asher poked Connor's shoulders. "I can't cross-off gay wedding to my bucketlist,"

Connor sighed, he stopped what he was doing and sat on his bed. "It was sudden, okay?" he groaned and rubbed his face rapidly. "I'm still… I… I don't even know what I should feel right now…" Connor felt so lost and so out of control. "So please Ash, don't add to my worries. This isn't about you."

Asher intently looked at his best friend and sat beside him. "Okay, look I'm sorry. I'm just angry that you haven't told me your problems. I would have flown over immediately to help you."

"I know. But it wouldn't help anything, would it?" Connor was getting increasingly annoyed at his best friend.

"I wouldn't help you solve your problems, but I could have advised you not to make a new one," Asher said angrily. "And this, this marriage is a huge mistake." He stood up from the bed and grabbed Connor's shoulder, forcing him to stand up. "You shouldn't have married him Connor! He is in the danger 5 zone, Connor," he said frantically.

Connor moved away from him and looked at him in confusion. "Okay, you have to speak in English and not imitate movie references. I can't understand you."

"Leeches." When Sam was met with confused eyes, he sighed and began explaining. "He is in the category of leeches; the most dangerous one." he began dramatically.

Connor listened to his best friend's antics which were often exaggerated but often true.

"They are the ones who stay dormant. You would never know when or how they would attack their prey." Asher paused for theatrically. "Oliver will crawl in you unnoticed, and you'll let him because he will innocently project as the victim. He will brain wash you until you are wrapped around his little finger and you'll let him control you."

Connor wanted to defend Oliver, but he didn't really know Oliver that well to trust him more than his best friend, who he had known ever since college.

"Shit!" Connor shouted amidst Asher's explanation. "You're right!"

"I am?" Asher questioned back, but immediately covered it with smugness. "I mean, of course I am." He laughed proudly.

"But it's too late now. We're married," Connor helplessly continued his packing; suddenly got scared of Oliver's capabilities of turning him into a puppet.

"Connor, Connor, Connor…" Asher bent to his side and picked up his suitcase. He took a brown manila envelope from it and thrust it at Connor. "My dear friend, I really thought you were the smart one in this friendship."

Connor opened the envelope and gaped at the contents. "Are you fucking serious?" It never occurred to him to ever do that.

Asher nodded and grinned widely. "Every marriage has this flaw."

"It's your only escape, Connor," Asher added when he saw Connor starting to argue with him.

Oliver was back in Philadelphia, but instead of his cheap apartment, he found himself staring at the expensive tall building that he would soon reside in. He gulped and finally entered the it.

Connor's apartment was on the top floor, so it gave him time to relax his nerve. They haven't seen or talked to each other ever since their wedding since Oliver stayed in Michigan to celebrate Thanksgiving with his own family, just as he planned before he was wed to Connor.

Oliver reached the top and found Connor's door. He rang the doorbell and was immediately greeted by his husband. He shyly smiled at him, but he went inside embarrassed when Connor just turned his back on him. Connor's apartment was something he expected, the furniture and appliances were obviously high class, it was a modern-classic business style home. He felt so out of place since his clothes were only from cheap department stores. He uncomfortably tugged at his plain white shirt and followed Connor to the living room.

"Sit," Connor ordered Oliver.

Oliver, surprised at Connor's controlling voice, still followed his husband's order and sat directly across from him, with the coffee table only separating them.

Connor put his elbows on his knees and rested his chin on his intertwined hands. He grinned wickedly and began. "I will not break up with Julian," he stated firmly.

"You're still with him?" Oliver asked stunned, not knowing where this conversation would lead to. "But we're married…" he protested softly, his heart starting to ache.

"Not for long." Connor pushed the envelope that was placed on the coffee table to Oliver. "Open it."

Oliver had no choice but to follow. He was struggling to keep his tears at bay when he saw that Connor had given him divorce papers. "I… I…" He looked at Connor pleadingly to tell him that it was all just a joke.

"Okay, let me be clear," Connor said, irritated how Oliver was starting to make him feel guilty. "You're here to bear my child. That's your only purpose, and when the child is born I want you out of my life."

"But it's mine… my child," Oliver opposed quietly as he hold his stomach.

Connor snickered. "Do you think that you would be a great father? Do you think you could give my child the things that he needed and wanted?" He asked, giving emphasis to the words 'my child'.

"I… I can't… but I can lo—" Oliver was interrupted when Connor mockingly laughed at him.

"You can what? Love him? Support him? Do you think that's enough when you can't even find someone who loves you back?" Connor needed to be ruthless. Asher had reminded him earlier when they were practicing. He intentionally implied Oliver's insecurities about his previous failed relationship with Paxton.

"I… please… stop… please…" Oliver didn't know what he was pleading for. Was it for Connor to stop pushing him to sign the papers or for him to stop telling truths? He gripped the papers in his hands and let the tears flow.

"Do you want the baby to grow up like you? Insecure and boring?" Connor sighed and leaned his back against the sofa. "Save him from being you," The lawyer continued belittling Oliver even though his own stomach churned when he saw his husband trembling.

"I… uh…"

"Don't worry, you'll still received a $100,000 pay as separation fee.

Oliver, with his trembling hands took the pen from the table and signed the divorce papers. His mind was still reeling from what Connor had said. 'Save him from being you.'

He didn't want his baby to be like him; so insignificant and unwanted. He wanted a better life for his child, and he knew that Connor and his family would give his baby a better future. Even if the cost was never to never see his child again, he would suck it up as long as his baby will be in better hands. He brushed the tears from his face, pushed the papers towards Connor and stood up.

"Guest room is over there." Connor pointed at the door on his left side. He watched Oliver gathered his belongings and walks towards the guest room. He grabbed the papers and checked if Oliver really did sign it.

Connor didn't know why he had mixed feelings of relief and grief when he saw Oliver's signature on the paper. He was about to stand up and go back to his own room when something caught his eye on one of the conditions in the divorce contract.

The separation pay for one hundred thousand dollars was entirely crossed out. He grumbled and tossed the divorce papers on the table. "You better be right, Asher. You better be right," Connor said to no one.

Chapter Title: Mr. and Mr. Walsh - Mr. and Mrs. Smith Reference

Story Outline:

-When they found out

-forced marriage

-Asher discouraging Connor

-Divorce papers

Scenes Included:

Chapter Reference:

-gay wedding bucketlist is Canon's Asher wish list in s03e08

-Jack falahee is partly Italian. That;s why I made her mother Italian. Duh!

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