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People change for two main reason; their minds have open or their hearts have been broken.

Oliver shut the door behind him, leaned against it and slid down the floor. He couldn't breathe, everything had happened so fast. He just found out that he was pregnant, was forced into marriage, and just now signed his divorce papers.

Oliver could barely stand. He was trying hard to stop himself from crying and to stop the pain in his chest. The pain of losing his unborn child, and the pain of trusting someone not worthy of that trust. He wanted to be selfish and runaway; to get out from there and keep his child for himself. He was about to get up and beg Connor once again. His hands were already on the doorknob when he stopped himself.

'Beg for what?' Oliver's mind supplied. He was kneeling, forehead against the doorknob, while his hands were gripping it tightly. "My baby. I need to be for my baby," he answered himself. "I can't lose my baby. I just can't…please…" he cried loudly. He wanted to beg Connor to throw the paper away and let him keep his child, but voices of his past fogged his thoughts.

'Save him from being you'

'Your presence on earth is a waste'

'No one will give a fuck.'

'Just die'

'You're dull, ugly, and stupid'

'You are fucking boring as hell'

'You are just a tool for me'

'Stay away from me'

'Save him from being you'

Oliver put his right hand on his belly and caressed it. "You won't Mochi," he sobbed; calling the nickname he had given to the unborn child. "I love you too much for you to be like me." He stood up; still caressing his stomach and lie on a fetal position on the guest's bed. "You won't. I promise you that you won't be like me even if it's the last thing I could do for you. You won't be like me. You'll grow up with a nice family who will make you a better person," he wailed at the thought of losing his child.

Oliver couldn't completely lose ties with his child; he couldn't and he wouldn't. He needed Connor to accept him, so that he can see his child even just for the birthdays and Christmases. He needed to change for Mochi… for Connor. He needed to prove to Connor that he could be a father. He had to change for Connor, he had done it before—changing himself for the sake of other people— and he could do it again. Oliver settled on that perception for years, he had to adjust so that people would accept him and love him.

And when Paxton entered the picture, Oliver changed again for him. He became different when he became Paxton's boyfriend. He didn't notice, not until he met Connor. He became more of Paxton's personal assistant than his boyfriend. He would do his work, run errands and cover his shift for him. He even went to his apartment expecting a dinner date, but he was only there to keep it clean. He thought he was happy because Paxton was the first guy who made his stomach flutter. He was blinded by his love for Paxton.

Now with Connor, Oliver needed to change again so that Connor would at least grant his wish to see Mochi twice a year.

'I need to be better.' It was Oliver's last thought before he fell asleep.

"Remind me again why I listened to you?" Connor said through the phone. He was at the kitchen counter, playing the rim of the coffee cup with his finger. "Do tell me why this plan is the best for me."

Asher, on the other end of the phone, yawned, clearly being interrupted in his sleep. "Connor, I'm your best friend. It means I only wish the best for you… and the firm."

"So this is about the business?" Connor asked incredulously.

"NO!" Connor heard a ruffling sound on the other phone. "This isn't about the company Connor, this is about you. Do you still remember the guys you dated in college?" Connor winced at the thought of his failed relationships.

"Of course I remember them. Those all ended up badly. I don't even know what happened to them after we broke up."

"Exactly." Asher pointed out. "Then who, pray tell, told you that they are not good for you? Advised you that they will end up badly? That you will only be broken?"

"All you," Connor admitted shamefully.

"And have you listened once when I told you to stop?"

"…No."

"Hmmm..." Asher sounded smug. "Then trust me on this, Oliver is bad for you. This is even worse than when you were with your exes."

"If they are bad for me, then how about Julian? Why is he better for me than Oliver when he was the one who broke me the worst?" Connor shouted back. He put the cup in the sink and went straight to his room, ignoring the wailing sound from the door across from him. He closed his door and tried to repress the guilt that crept around his mind.

"That's the point. Because you're still not over Julian," Asher said as a matter of fact. "Connor, you still haven't told your boyfriend that you're married. You're still hoping that Julian will forgive you for your mistake and take you back."

"It's not easy—"

"You still have feelings for him. Because if you had not, you would have ended your relationship for good when he went to Washington. I suggested the plan, but I never forced you to accept it. I'm just not letting you enter a heartbreak that I know you couldn't recover from."

Connor kept silent throughout Asher's explanation because he knew Asher was correct, he still wanted to be with Julian. He was too foolish to enter into a commitment just to please his mother's request.

"But why do I have to be cruel to him?" Connor asked Asher the question that bothered him the most. "Why can't I just talk to him nicely? Why do I have to hurt him so much?"

"To save Oliver from falling for a person who can never love him back." With those words said, the phone call ended.

Connor woke up to the smell of coffee simmering in his room. He was confused for a moment because he knew Julian preferred tea and rarely stayed in his apartment. They never moved in together because their work was too far from each other's apartment. They mostly spent their time outside or in a hotel, but always went back separately to their own apartments—a rule Julian had insisted because his boyfriend was always needed at work early.

Connor gave a last yawn as he stretched his arms above his head. He sat up and noticed the sonogram on his night stand; finally remembering the new man in his life. He walked to the kitchen and found Oliver, with his back to Connor, preparing food for breakfast.

"I thought you couldn't stand the smell of coffee," Connor said as he sat on the stool by the kitchen counter, interrupting Oliver with his work.

"Good morning." Oliver greeted him as he took the cup beside him and filled it with coffee. "I can't… but Laurel gave me some medicine for morning sickness and nausea, so I'm good with coffee for now." He smiled slightly as he pushed the cup towards Connor. "Coffee?"

Connor was confused, really confused. He expected a wailing Oliver in the morning begging him for his child or an angry Oliver who would lash out at him, but never this calm Oliver who offers him coffee. He hesitated before taking the cup and took a sip. He groaned immediately at the delicious taste that filled his mouth. "How did you know to do my coffee?" Connor asked bewildered when Oliver made his coffee at the right flavor, something that Julian was never able to do correctly.

Oliver just grinned at him and continued to put the pancakes on Connor's plate "You don't mind, do you? I used some of your stuff to make this," He asked sheepishly.

"No…" Connor replied looking at Oliver's eyes. 'What did I do to deserve this?' This is the first time that someone had made him breakfast, except his mom—which didn't really count, and it did something to his heart. 'Is this how it feels to be really married?'

Connor's thoughts were interrupted when Oliver turned around, breaking their gaze and started to clean the mess he made earlier. "I'm going out today to tender my resignation letter, will that be okay?" He didn't know why he needed to ask for permission but he supposed that good husbands had to do it.

They had discussed it before, Oliver should resign from his work so that he could focus on his pregnancy. No company would give him paternity leave for six months, so the newlyweds decided that he should just quit. But now, with the divorce papers, Oliver didn't know where he would go after quitting his job. 'Focus on Mochi. Do what Connor wants,' he chided himself.

Oliver finished cleaning up the counter, but Connor was still eating his breakfast. He decided to take a shower first, considering he had spent his whole night crying his eyes out. He walked to the hallway, going in the last door, where the en suite bathroom of the apartment was situated.

Connor was left to enjoy his breakfast, and he was about to eat the last piece of his pancake when he heard a shriek coming from the hallway. He instantly dropped the fork and ran towards the bathroom. Fortunately, it was unlocked and he opened it immediately to reveal Oliver slumped on the floor.

A very wet and naked Oliver.

Did he already mention wet… and naked?

"Ahhh!" Oliver shouted again when he saw Connor staring at him. He rapidly covered his crotch with his bare hands, forcefully closing his eyes as he blushed darkly. "I'm okay, I'm sorry… I'm sorry," Oliver assured his husband, but didn't try to make any movement, waiting for Connor to leave the bathroom.

Oliver shrieked again when he felt warm hands touching the underside of his knee. He snapped his eyes open and saw Connor crouching beside him. "Wha... what are you doing?" he asked; trembling from embarrassment and from the cold water drying on his skin.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Connor questioned rhetorically, annoyed that he felt his cock twitch when he found Oliver lying naked on the floor. He breathed deeply and scooped him up from his position. "Why are you still covering when I've seen all of that?" he regretted commenting, because the next thing he knew, he was staring at Oliver's long and pink penis, a little damp from his shower earlier. Oliver's arms were now looped on his neck, and his husband's face was buried on his chest. Connor repositioned him in his arms and couldn't help but steal glances at the pale man's body, salivating at the memory of the last sexual encounter he had, which had also been his husband. 'Damn Walsh! Get your head out of the gutter!'

He tried composing himself despite the fragrance that overwhelmed his senses, and carried Oliver to his room without thinking.

Connor gently laid Oliver in his bed, eliciting a painful groan from the taller man. He frantically knelt beside him. "Are you in pain? Does something hurt? Is the baby okay?" he anxiously probed, all perverted thoughts forgotten as he innocently examined Oliver's body for blood and twisted muscles. He caressed his husband's thigh, not noticing how it affected Oliver.

"Uhmm... Connor…" Oliver stammered breathlessly. "Please… please stop…" Oliver pleaded as he felt himself getting hard as Connor slowly inspect every nook of his body. 'Stop it Oliver! You are so disgusting. Connor will hate you more for being turned on,' his second voice reprimanded him. "Con… Connor…" he whispered again.

Connor looked at Oliver's face when he heard the desperate plea of his name. The flawless white skin has now turned to deep red. 'Is he sick? He shouldn't have been exposed to cold that long.' was his immediate thought and quickly extended his arm to examine Oliver's temperature. In his rush, he accidentally brushed his hand across Oliver's cock.

"Nghhh…" Oliver couldn't help but moan. They both froze when the sound came out from Oliver's mouth, their eyes instantly found each other's. They remain silent: Oliver from humiliation— hoping that Connor would not be repulsed with his reaction. Connor from surprise; his own cock had reacted to Oliver's voice, and he didn't know how to control his urges. 'I'm a healthy young American man who has needs, and that need is presenting himself to me on a silver platter, I can't help but react to it,' he chastised himself.

Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you view the situation, Connor's phone rang, breaking the tension between the couple. Connor instantly hopped off the bed and walked to his desk to answer his phone. He tensed as he saw Julian's name on the caller ID.

"Hi babe…" Connor answered nervously. He took a glance back at his bed and saw Oliver standing up, using Connor's blanket to cover his lower body. Oliver gave Connor thumbs up, indicating that everything is fine and silently exited the room. Connor didn't notice Oliver's watery eyes or his forced smile, too distracted to calm himself before talking to his boyfriend. "…miss you too" he absently replied when Julian said that he missed him.

Connor put the phone to speaker and let Julian talk for a while, giving little comments at the appropriate time, as he changed from his damp clothes. He opened his walk-in closet and took a work-appropriate outfit, complementing it with a necktie. He styled his hair using an enormous amount of hair-gel, and turned off the speaker. They talked for a while, the same routine of 'how's work' 'I miss you' 'I love you', before they said good bye and hung up.

Connor gulped loudly as he turned the door knob and readied himself to face Oliver. He went outside his room and was met with silence; he looked for Oliver but couldn't find him anywhere in the apartment, only a note pinned to the freezer indicating that Oliver had left earlier to settle his paper work. He was relieved that they didn't have to talk about it, because he seriously didn't know how to deal with it.

Connor grumbled in frustration because he couldn't think of any excuse for his actions. He gave up and took a look at his watch. He grabbed his suitcase behind the couch, and proceeded to close and lock the door behind him. He went to work but his mind was running a show of a naked Oliver squirming breathlessly under him.

Oliver was in deep thought as he ate his third serving of cheesecake. He liked cheesecake but never to the extent that he ate it all in one seating. 'Being pregnant does something to your figure.' He sighed not because of his fast-growing weight but because of what happened that morning.

"How should I face him?" Olive muttered to himself, hands placed on his temple as he thought of an apology to Connor later. "Oh god…" he muttered again, oblivious to the weird looks that the other customers were shooting him.

Oliver glanced at his phone that read 3:09 and exhaled helplessly. He had been wandering around Philadelphia after he went to his office to submit his resignation letter. He went right back to Connor's apartment, but found it locked, and Connor hadn't given him the key. He asked the doorman for a spare key but specifically told him, "I'm sorry Mr. Julian, Mr. Walsh haven't yet informed us that he is married and for the safety of the tenants in this building, we cannot give you anything, not until Mr. Walsh gave us permission to do so."

Oliver felt a sting in his heart during that awkward conversation, he didn't know which hurts more: not being acknowledged as Connor's husband or being recognized as Julian. Whichever the case is both hurt a lot, but he schooled his facial reaction as nothing and bid the doorman farewell, not correcting him for the mistaken identity.

Oliver then went sight-seeing in Philly, even if there was nothing else new to see. When he felt his stomach grumble in hunger, he went to a nearby pastry shop and drown himself in sweetness; wasting hours so he could go back to the apartment.

Oliver took the last bite of his cake. Both he and Mochi were satisfied with the amount of dessert that they had eaten today. He patted his stomach under the table and sheepishly smiled, but groaned again when he remembered the events earlier. He didn't know how to explain to his husband without him being disgusted and hoped that Connor wouldn't be annoyed at him. He gave up trying to find an excuse and promised to himself that he'll be more careful to avoid those kinds of situations.

Oliver decided to wait the remaining few hours in the park nearby the apartment. He stood up; feeling heavy for the meal he enjoyed, and limply—his foot still aching from his fall earlier—walked across the area. He opened the door and carelessly hit a man who was about to enter the shop.

"Bloody hell!" the man screeched while holding his nose, which was ironically bleeding.

"Oh god! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't see you…" Oliver rushed to the man while searching his pocket for his handkerchief. "I'm sorry. I really am sorry..." he apologized again and pressed the handkerchief to the man's nose.

The man covered Oliver's hand with his and looked at Oliver directly. Oliver being uncomfortable with the man's staring, tried to fish his hand away, but the bearded man only gripped his hand tighter. "Uhmm…. Excuse me," Oliver started. "Uhmm… I'm sorry again… but… my hands…hurt…" Oliver stammered, fear growing in him as the stranger roamed his green eyes over Oliver's body.

The man let go of his hand immediately, and Oliver was about to run away from him when the man said something he hadn't heard ever since high school. "Hackachu?" the man questioned.

"…Thomas?" Oliver said disbelievingly. The man nodded and immediately engulfed Oliver in his arms, which was enthusiastically returned by Oliver. "Oh god Thomas! It really is you!" he cried to the man's ears. "I missed you so much!"

"I missed you too…" Thomas said and broke their hug momentarily to hold Oliver's face and stare at the man he had missed so much. Tears leaked through his eyes as he squeezed Oliver again.

Thomas was Oliver's best friend since junior high school. Their friendship started with the Neanderthals bullying Oliver; Thomas, being older and stronger, protected him. They were attached at the hip after that, spent all of their time together. Their friendship was the strongest even when Thomas's family had to move to California and left Oliver. They used all types of social media just to keep in touch with each other, but when the bullying escalated, Oliver had run out of good things to discuss with Thomas; their friendship had slowly diminished and they just lost contact completely, busy dealing with their own lives. They were each other's best friends, but to Oliver, Thomas was his first love.

"How… how are you?" Oliver asked as they settled themselves to a corner booth inside the pastry shop. "What are you doing in Philly. I thought you were in LA?" he continued, still overwhelmed to bump into his best friend. 'Do I still have the rights to call him my best friend?' he thought to himself.

"I came here for business; I've been back and forth to Philadelphia to finish this deal," he replied, and finally noticed the glimmering ring around his best friend's finger. "How about you? Caught some lucky girl, I see?" he pointed to Oliver's ring.

Oliver was confused for a moment as to what Thomas was referring to, but blushed deeply when he remembered that he had never came out to Thomas. He moved out long before he had courage to do so, and when he had come out to his mom; their friendship already had a big gap between them.

"Oh… oh… not a girl actually…" Oliver said shyly, but continued. "I'm married… to a man," he slowly explained, bracing himself in case Thomas would reject him, but to his surprise Thomas just beamed at him.

"I know." Thomas giggled. "Well, I was hoping… because I had a crush on you back then." He smiled brightly when Oliver spluttered the tea he is drinking. "You okay?" he asked as he gently patted the man's back.

"Yeah.. yeah… I just didn't expect that," Oliver replied truthfully. Thomas had always treated him like a younger brother, so he never thought that his best friend had a secret crush on him.

"So who's the lucky guy?" Thomas continued to ask. He knew that Oliver was married, but it was his only chance to vaguely tell him his feelings from years ago. 'For closure,' he told himself.

Now that Thomas had finally seen his best friend again, he wouldn't let his lingering feelings keep them apart. That confession was his first and last move, satisfied to be just Oliver's friend again.

"Connor… Connor Walsh…" Oliver unconsciously put both of his hands to his stomach. "We are… uhmmm... I'm pregnant…" he blurted out.

"Oh my god!" Thomas exclaimed. "I'm so happy for you!" he then proceeded to give Oliver a hug.

Conversation smoothly flowed from there, but they never mentioned the reason they drifted apart. They just talked about the memories they shared together and updates about their own work and family, seeing that the Hamptons and the Thomas were very close.

"I think I'll like Michaela when we meet. I just hope they'll like me," Thomas commented offhandedly.

"Of course they will," Oliver assured his best friend, and glanced at his phone to check the time. He was shocked that it was already past seven. "Oh god! I have to go home now…" He frantically stood up and gave a hasty goodbye to Thomas.

"Oliver! Wait!" Oliver stopped in his tracks when Thomas shouted his name. "We'll meet again, right?" he asked when he ran to chase him.

"Of course we'll meet again. I'll call you," Oliver replied and gently patted his bearded-jaw.

"Promise?" Thomas extended his hand towards Oliver and held his pinky. Oliver giggled at the gesture, it was their thing.

"Promise." Oliver then looped his pinky with Thomas's and beamed at him before limply running the other direction to the apartment, where a furious husband was waiting for him.

Don't hate Asher; he was just trying to be a good best friend.

Had to cut the story short, I'm in my 4000 words quota, so I'll just put the next scene on the next chapter..

Chapter Title: Just Friends – from the 2005 Ryan Reynolds and Amy Smart movie.

Story Reference:

-Acupuncturist is canon-Thomas job

-Hackachu is Asher's nickname for Oliver on season 3 episode 8, but I like it so much that I had to put it here.

-Hair gel are Connor's signature on season 1. It's also what Frank nicknamed him.

Story Outline:

-Bathroom awkwardness

-Domestic! Klaine

-Thomas and Oliver first meeting

-Pampered Connor

Scenes Included:

-Oliver pampering Connor

-Bowtie Collection

-Connor forgetting to give Oliver his key

-Oliver's pinky swears

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