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You can't blame someone for walking away if you didn't do anything to make them stay.
Ring ring
"This is Connor; You should text me."
Beep
"Seriously, Connor… That's still your voice mail? You should change it… you sound like a grandpa."
*chuckle*
"Anyway, I just wanted to remind you that you have work to do, Mr. Walsh. Stop banging Oliver! Get your ass out of his dick… or is it the other way around? Well, he's the one, who got pregnant, so…I shouldn't need to say anymore."
*titter*
"Just get in here immediately. You have work to do, that's also important."
Beep
"Seriously Con, you have to get your ass to work. I need that report now."
Beep
"This isn't funny, Connor. You've been absent at work for days. Are you okay? Please answer your phone."
Beep
"Connor I'm getting worried here, just please answer your damn phone."
Beep
"Con, what the fuck is happening?! You won't answer your phone, Oliver won't answer his. Is something wrong guys? Fuck it! I'll just come there."
Beep
"Connor, I'm in your lobby right now and if I catch you and Oliver lying naked, then you're a dead meat, Walsh!"
Beep
"Connor, open the goddamn door!"
*bang bang*
"Open it Connor! Oliver! Stop humping your husband!"
*bang bang*
"Open the do—what the hell happened to you?"
Beep
"Con—"
Connor's face suddenly fell when he saw Gemma outside the door and not the person he wanted to see. "Oh… It's just you."
"You look like hell," Gemma accused her brother. She had never seen Connor so… un-dapper in all his life. Her brother's chin was covered with a light scruff, curly hair is long enough to cover his thick eyebrows and Connor was only wearing sweatpants that hung lowly on his hips. However, it wasn't Connor's appearance that made her realize that something was wrong with her brother—for all she knew, it could've been some kind of kinky sex fetish—but it was the helplessness that was reflecting in Connor's eyes.
"I feel like hell," Connor quipped, tiredness evident in his voice. "What are you doing here, Gem?" He asked his older sister, turning his back to her as Gemma walked inside the apartment. He sat and curled his body on the couch.
The apartment was a pig-sty, to say the least, that's how Gemma would describe it when she entered the loft. Dirty clothes thrown on the floor, empty boxes of takeout and beer bottles covered the coffee table. She knew her brother wasn't that keen on cleanliness, but not to this extent.
"Did a hurricane pass through here?" Gemma sarcastically asked, throwing a box of Chinese takeout from the other side of the couch and tried seating comfortably. Tried was the key word, it wasn't just the sight of the apartment that was bothering her, but also his brother's low demeanor.
"Yeah… and I called it Hurricane Hampton," Connor snapped bitterly; hugging tightly the throw pillow in his arms.
"Oliver?" Gemma snapped his eyes when she heard his brother-in-law's name. "Where is Oliver? I know that he wouldn't let the apartment become this dirty even if he was hell break lose."
She heard her brother let a whimper, and her eyes was directed by the object that Connor was pointing to; a set of keys and a blue paper under it.
Gemma stood up and grabbed it from the light stand beside the television. The key set was undeniably Oliver's—the cubic key chain tag with 'Oliver Hampton-Walsh' written on it was a dead giveaway—she then turned the paper around and read its contents.
'Think about what you said, we both need some time off. And I need my mom.' was written in scribbled handwriting.
"He's in Michigan?" the elder asked as she whipped her body back to her brother. "What did you say Connor?" Her tone was full of accusations.
"I… I…" Connor's eyes frantically looked anywhere but Gemma's judgmental eyes. He tried escaping his emotions but he was too weak and tired, so he let all his guilt passed through his tears. "I didn't mean to… I swear Gemma. I regretted it after I said it… I was drunk and… and stupid…and… and… I'm sorry!" He wailed to his sister, and then suddenly a pair of arms was encircling his head and body like a warm safety blanket, but not the same warmth that he felt when Oliver embraced him.
"Shh… baby bro… there, there… shh…" Gemma didn't make Connor stop his cries because she knew her brother needed it. She could feel that this was Connor's first cry after the fight because his eyes weren't puffy or red from crying; the glow that he had seen last Christmas and New Year just wasn't there anymore. "Let it all out, Connory… shh…let it out."
"Gemma… I hurt him… I'm the worst husband… I'm the worst fa- father…" Connor said between hiccups, his head was still resting on Gemma's chest and his arms are still gripping the pillow he had been hugging. "I wish…wish I could take it all back, he won't forgive me… This time he really won't…He won't… he won't, I've hurt him too much," He said the last words looking up to his sister's eyes, regret piercing through it.
"He will… shh.. Connor… He will…" Gemma still didn't know what the fight was all about but she thinks a little encouragement will help Connor. "He's a good person, Con. He'll forgive you…I just know it... shh.," She said while she continued to rub his brother's arms, resting her chin on top Connor's head.
"He won't… because I haven't even forgiven myself just for saying it," the younger cried more loudly; he didn't even care that Gemma's right arm is damp from his saliva and tears, he just continued on with his rambling. "I was drunk … and I didn't mean to… it's just…he… Julian was back… and I… I was confused and hurt… I didn't know why I said that."
"Julian?" Gemma asked incredulously. "Him again, Connor? I thought you and Oliver were finally on track with your relationship, but now that Julian was back; all your progress had crumpled down into pieces? I really thought you got your shit together and are finally together…"
'I really hate that fucking guy' Gemma thought menacingly. She never did like Julian even though she didn't know him that well. Their conversations were always brief, because Julian just had this inkling side that makes Gemma feel extremely uncomfortable.
"No no no… It's… I… I just took it too far this time… He forgave me about… about the divorce, but not this time… Certainly not this time."
Connor immediately missed the comforting arms around him when her sister stopped her actions and gripped his shoulders hardly, parting their bodies and the elder looked intently at him. "What did you do, Connor? Did… Did you get a divorce?"
"It's worse than that," Connor whispered, and curled his body to the couch's arm rest. "The nig—night before I we—went back to New Yo—York," his sobs were frustrating, he motioned for Gemma to wait for a couple of minutes and then he walked to the kitchen and got a drink of water. He gripped the corner of the kitchen counter and tried composing himself. 'Man up, Walsh!' He repeated in his head on a continuous loop.
Once he thought he could talk to Gemma properly, he headed back to the living room and back to his position on the couch, eyes never leaving the coffee table and started explaining his shameful actions. "That night Asher came barging into my room, warning me about Oliver. He was even comparing him to an animal… la—lice or something… I forgot, but anyway… Asher was angry at me because I didn't tell him what had happened and gave me another out for my problems," He sighed heavily, "he gave me divorce papers."
"Oh Connor! Please tell me you didn't. You didn't, right?" Copper helplessly pleaded, starting to feel sorry for Oliver.
"I did."
"That was a dick move, Connor. You're such an ass,"
"I know, and I even told him that he will receive $100 000 when we get divorce, but you know what he did, Gemma? He crossed that out and signed the papers," Connor confessed and fiddled with the thread hanging loose from the pillow.
"Then why? Why would Oliver sign the papers if it weren't for the money?" Gemma asked curiously.
"I used his past to abuse his weaknesses. I told him how unfit of a father he is … that he can't provide the baby's needs and… and that he can't love the baby… I… I asked him… no… part of the agreement was that he could never see the baby again after giving birth… I told him that… I told him to disappear from our lives."
"Connor… How could you?" Gemma couldn't seem to summon the right words to scold his brother.
"I… I should have stop then, I should have realized how I'm hurting him. I was so stupid and… ughh… I really am an asshole," Connor admitted and gripped his curly hair menacingly. "I didn't know why I did that to him."
"How can you say such things, Connor? That… that was…" Gemma didn't finish his sentence when there was abrupt succeeding knocks that disturbed their conversation.
"Oliver?!" Connor immediately lit up. Gemma just witnessed how pathetic Connor was, thinking how many delivery boys he must have mistook for Oliver.
"Stay down, Connor. That's not Oliver." She said angrily and stood up from her seat, opened the door and gave the visitor a very warm welcome.
"Gemma, is ever—"Asher's question was interrupted by a strong knee colliding with his groin. "Argghh! Dah vak!" He shouted in pain; cradling his cupping his swollen dick. "What the hell was that for?!" He asked with weird pronunciation, but Gemma did understand though and harshly shove him repeatedly. "Did you ask me to come here, so you could beat me up?"
"Are you fucking stupid? Who in the right mind would advise his best friend to get divorce? You don't even know Oliver! Why would you even do that? Stupid scumbag!" Gemma shoved Asher harshly before grabbing his collar and dragging him to the living room. "Do you see that? It's Connor and he looks like hell! That's your best friend! Do you love it? huh? Do you love seeing how heartbroken he is?"
Asher was still confused about the situation but he answered Gemma truthfully. "No, of course not! I don't like seeing him like that!" He frantically shook his head
"Then pray tell why you made him sign the divorce papers!" Gemma then shoved Asher harshly that made Asher trip to his own feet and fall on the floor.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Connor stood up and shouted at them. "it wasn't Asher's fault…" He started.
"I mean yeah he gave me the idea, but I have the choice to not agree with him, but I chose to proceed with the divorce," he flopped back down to his couch. "because I thought…. I thought I was protecting myself… I was angry at that time and I was confused. I just found out that I became a dad and then… then mom was forcing me to marry him. I think it was the pressure that finally snapped me from it and agreed with Asher. I just… just wanted to make my own decision, not be forced into… I wanted to feel that I'm still in control with my life…. so it wasn't really Asher's fault because it was me who really made Oliver's life hell. It was all mine," Connor continued as he watched her sister and best friend sat on the couch near him. "And even after he forgave me for that, I'd still keep hurting him."
For a minute, there was only silence inside the apartment but it was eventually broken by Gemma's sobs.
"Gemma, are you crying?" Asher addressed the crying lady while caressing his assaulted groin.
"Shut up Millstone! I still blame you for all of this," She pointed at him with passion. "And I won't deny that I'm crying. Of course, I'm crying. I just can't help, but imagine how Oliver was feeling whenever he was reminded that he wouldn't be able to see his child!" He turned to his brother and shouted. "That was a dick move of you, Connor. Whatever issues you have, don't involve other people to make yourself feel good!"
"I know… I know… but I told you that he forgave me… I told him that he can see the baby anytime he wanted to," When he saw Asher's and Gemma's curious looks, he quickly added, "Long story. I'll tell you next time."
"He can see the baby but you're still getting divorce?" Gemma clarified.
"Yeah…" Connor hesitated.
"But you don't want that do you?" Asher intervened, surprised.
"Does it matter? He won't forgive me after what I did," Connor replied tiredly.
"What did you do, Connor?" Gemma dreaded for Connor's answer, because nothing is worse than having forcefully signed your divorce papers.
"I… I… "Connor couldn't even tell them, he didn't want to repeat those words, it's was too heartbreaking.
"Connor…" Gemma threatened. "What did you do?"
Connor tightly shut his eyes and whispered "I told him… that… I asked him if it was too late to get an abortion."
There was no outburst, no physical violence, just a deafening silence. Connor slowly opened his eyes and saw the surprised and speechless face that his visitors had morphed into.
"I can't believe you said that,"
"Oliver should have kicked your ass," Asher and Gemma said simultaneously.
"I can't believe it either," Connor remorse. "He did slap me though."
"Well, it wasn't enough after what you put him through! First the divorce and then this!" Gemma said angrily. "When are you going to wake up and fix your life, Connor?"
"Oh… How I wish that this was just part of my nightmare… trust me, I've been awake for a long time now," Connor muttered dejectedly.
"Man… that was… way too much… I mean I know I'm at fault for putting the divorce on your head but aborting the baby, Connor? I… I can't even think of it…"
"I know… I know" Connor began crying like a toddler, but this time there were no arms comforting him. "I really didn't mean to… I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I want my baby; I don't want to lose my baby! Gemma please… Please help me. Help me." he pleaded weakly.
Gemma heavily sighed. She was furious at her brother for making stupid decisions and having stupid friends, but she was also sympathetic to his situation. She can see that Connor was also suffering from his own mistakes and she was just somehow thankful that hse didn't have that kind of drama in his own life.
Gemma faced her brother and looked at him directly in the eyes. "I just want you to know first how disappointed I am. No, let me finish first… I'm disappointed and angry at you, Connor. But I'm still going to help and support you. I think it's written on my job description as your big sister," She gave Connor a small smile to lessen his worries. "But Con, I don't really know how to get your baby back because it's Oliver decision if he wanted to forgive you or not…. But…" She added hastily when she saw that Connor started panicking. "… but I'm confident that Oliver is going to forgive you. I haven't known that guy that long, heck I don't even know him that well, but I sure know that he has a heart of gold. It might take some time, but he's going to forgive you,"
Connor held on that tiny bit hope as he quickly reached for his phone on the coffee table.
"What are you doing?" Connor heard his sister asked.
"I'm going to call Oliver," he said in a matter of fact. He needed to do it immediately and amend things with him. There's new found hope now.
"Wait! I'm not done yet, Connor. Get back in your seat. You really have to change that attitude of yours, acting before thinking, that's what got you in the first place," Gemma scolded her younger brother.
"I'm not blind, Con. I know Oliver has feelings for you… Are you even aware of that?" Gemma continued his lecture.
Gemma raised his eyebrow when Connor shook his head. "Really you're not?"
"I… I… we're going to talk about it," Connor stammered. "We don't really kiss or anything because you know… but then there was an incident on his birthday and we made up. We decided to be friends after that, but when we kissed on New year's eve, it's like we destroyed the dam that was hindering our feelings. We made love that night," He remembered, a light red tint covered his cheeks. "But we fought after that, with Julian and all… I denied about our amazing night, and I… Gemma, I… I almost raped my husband," he finished and bowed his head shamefully.
"But you didn't," Gemma added. "At least you stop, we can start from that," 'Things just get heavier and heavier, I really hope this is your last mistake Connor.' She decided to scold his brother with his own thoughts and help him get that fraction of hope back.
"Look, Oliver has feelings for you. And you can't deny that you don't have feelings for him, I know you Connor Walsh. What has been blocking you from admitting that you love him?" Gemma asked frustrated.
"Julian," Asher was the one who answered Gemma's question.
"Exactly," Gemma said in a matter of fact. She sighed heavily as she thought of another way of addressing Connor's feelings for the both men. "As much as I hate to say this, you also hurt Julian, probably the worst. You cheated on your boyfriend with your husband," Gemma's explanation was interrupted by a loud chuckle beside him.
"I'm sorry," Asher said when he felt eyes on him. "I'm not laughing at you, Gemma. It's the situation that is funny. Isn't it the other way around, the husband should be the one being cheated to and not the boyfriend," he finished lamely when he saw the disapproving looks from his friends.
"Not helping, Asher," Connor chided.
"Sorry… sorry…" Asher apologized and motioned for Gemma to continue.
"As I was saying," Gemma stared daggers at Asher. "You have to fix your feelings, Connor. You can't love one man while stringing up the other. You must choose between them; who you wanted to spend your entire life with, and you can't ask mine or Asher's opinion on this matter because we are bias to our own preference. You're the only one who can decide who you are most happy with, Connor."
"But… but the baby?" Connor protested.
"Either way you'll keep the baby. If you choose Julian, then he'll understand that you also have an obligation as a father, but you should make it clear to Oliver how you feel and not keep him hanging. And if you stay with Oliver, you should tell Julian that your relationship with him is over," Gemma managed to say in one breath.
"So don't think about the baby for a moment. Just you." She moved his hands to Connor's eyes, touching it lightly as the eyelids shut close. "Think about the person who made you laugh, who made you feel love, who you can't imagine spending an entire lifetime without." He whispered the last sentence and waited for Connor's epiphany to arrive.
There was a long silent moment that even Asher kept his mouth shut; the occupants in the room patiently waited for Connor to think of his next move, and then suddenly the curly-haired man jumped from the couch and hurriedly ran to his bedroom, mumbling how horrible he looked like.
But before he could shut the bedroom door, Connor shouted. "Asher, book me the next flight to Michigan," He gave his sister a winning smile and added. "I'm going to get the love of my life back."
"I'm so going to get the 'Best Sister of the year Award'," Gemma chuckled and rested her head on the back of the couch.
"You totally are," Asher chided, and then Gemma smacked the back of his head.
"Shut up Douchebag!" She yelled at the brunette.
Kathy Hampton-Pratt knows a lot of things, especially when it concerns her only son. She was startled by the sudden appearance of her disheveled son on their front porch one night, but immediately took him in his arms and let him cry himself to sleep. Oliver didn't say anything that night, and just cried in her arms, but Kathy knew that the Walsh kid has something to do with it. 'Who else could hurt his son this badly?'
It had been a few days since that night, and Kathy really tried talking to her son what had happened to him, but Oliver just refused every time.
At first, Oliver didn't talk much; he just locked himself on his bedroom, or most of the time he will be on the roof; which was a proof that Oliver was troubled. Kathy's next big clue was Oliver's smile never reached his ears and his eyes don't shine as bright as they were before. She really wanted to march to Philadelphia and demand answers for his son's sake, but his husband had commented that she should just give their son more time. 'Speaking of time.'
"So how far along are you again?" Kathy questioned her pregnant son who sat opposite er at the dining table.
"19 weeks… Dr. Lowell said that I would give birth some time on the last week of May," Oliver answered while stuffing his mouth with the delicious home cooked meal of his mother. "It will be by caesarian, so I can choose the date of his birth. Connor and I decided that we should schedule it May 27th." He shifted in his seat uncomfortably when he remembered the doctor visits with Connor.
After the first appointment with Connor, his husband had made sure that he was always there for every checkup. It was endearing how they become close so fast in just a matter of days and felt like a real family, but then he remembered Connor's last words to him, and couldn't help the pain that was piercing through his heart right then.
Oliver suddenly bolted up from the dinner table, startling the other occupants of it. He hastily excused himself and wobbly ran to his bedroom. He carefully lay down to his bed, curled on his side, clutched the locket in his hand and continued drowning himself again with his own tears.
Back on the Hampton-Pratt's dinner table, Kathy was the first to react and was about to get up from his seat and talk to his son, but his step-daughter motioned him to relax and sit back down.
"I got this, mom," Michaela assured her stepmom. "Let me talk to my best friend. I feel like we haven't talked for years," She kissed his husband and their newly born on the forehead, and then proceeded to Oliver's room; bracing herself to the most hormonal conversation she will ever have, well if we're not counting hers, that was, of course.
*Knock knock*
No answer. Michaela sighed and slowly opened Oliver's room. She saw her best friend curled to his bed and followed suit. She rested her head on Oliver's pillow and hugged him from behind, wrapping her right arms to the swell of his stomach. Michaela hummed while she waited for her best friend's sobs to subside.
"Did you know that I thought of leaving Aiden like ten times?" She started their conversation but never changed their position. "… and it's not like the Diva me leaving, but really, really leaving,"
"Seriously?" Michaela was grateful for the fact that she made Oliver respond to her.
"Yup…we had many fights and then we have The fight," She emphasized the two words with different pitch. "We argued and shout at each other; called each other names that could make the other insecure. We say things that we didn't mean to when we are angry. We wouldn't talk for days… weeks even when we had a serious fight… I'd run to my friends here, and they'll give me advice on my marital problems, and at one point they'd even told me to just leave him… but… but every time I thought of leaving him, I would also realize that I can't function without him" She whispered. "He was my person and always will be."
"I'm not telling you to forget whatever Connor had said, Oliver. I'm also not telling you to just suck it up, and forgive him without any protest. I'm telling you that people, in the heat of the moment, say a lot of things that they didn't mean to. You also have to talk to another human being, Oliver… and not the stars in the sky," She reprimanded her best friend. "I know that it reminded you of your father but I think your dad would be happier if you talked to other people about your problems, so that you could hear real advice. I know I'm not in this position to say this because I've also been distant lately… with Aiden and the kids…"
"No Michaela, it's not your fault…" Oliver protested and turned around to face his stepsister. "I understand that you've been busy. I'm not mad at you."
"Thank you, but it shouldn't have been my reason to lose connection with you. I'm your best friend; I should have been there for you, just like what you did to me when we were kids," Michaela continued her explanation while caressing Oliver's pale cheek.
"Okay, we're going off track here…"
She let out a small chuckle and then her face turned serious again. "Oliver, you should talk to me or to Kathy about what happened to you and Connor, we are really worried about you, and please don't tell me that you don't want to burden us with your problems. We are a family Oliver, that's what we do, we want to become your rock. We want to be there for you when you needed us." She sobbed when she saw Oliver's own tears falling.
"Micky…"
"Look, I don't want to push you to tell me everything, but we'll wait for you. We're right here and ready to listen to you when you are ready, but Oliver let me put this on your thick head okay?" She continued when she received a small nod from him. "Make up sex is the best," She said dramatically and they both burst into hysterics of laughter, clutching to each other's arms.
They'd been laughing for a while before Michaela turned serious again. "But seriously Oliver, you have to talk to someone, if it's not with us, then to Connor, talk to him and let him know what you feel. Communicate with each other, but please Oliver don't close yourself off from us again," Michaela pleaded.
"I won't… I promise." He answered truthfully.
"Promise?" She probed and held her pinky out towards him.
"Promise," He assured him, as he linked his finger with hers and grinned widely.
Their moment was interrupted by a deep voice outside their room. "Are you seducing my wife, bro?" Aiden accused playfully and came over to the bed; hovering over the two occupants with his height.
"You have to fight for me, Aiden. I'm just that awesome… I can turn any gay men to play for my team," Michaela quipped back and quickly pecked Oliver's lips.
"Eeew… Michaela, that's your brother." He said with fake disgust.
"And also my best friend," She added just because.
"And I'm going," Oliver interceded, and started getting up from the bed.
"Oh yeah! Someone's down there for you, Oliver!" Aiden shouted, momentarilly forgetting his own agenda for going to Oliver's room.
"Thanks Aiden," Oliver rolled his eyes at his brother-in-law's short memory span and let himself out of his own bedroom nervously. He was not anticipating any visitor, well… except for his husband. He deliberately left the note that he was in Michigan because somehow, deep down, he wanted Connor to get him back; hoping that Connor would choose him over Julian and that what he said about their baby was just because of the heat of the moment.
Oliver giddily walked down the stairs and made a loud yelp when he saw his visitor. It was not his husband, but his husband's lover; Julian.
They were in an uphill park near his house. He can see Aiden and Michaela's figure in the swing area, playing with their own son, but he knew that they weren't there to take Damian on a walk, but to keep an eye on him. He knew his sister was just being protective and all, so he let it pass and turned back to his unexpected guest.
"I… I'm sorry," Oliver started the most awkward conversation he thought he would ever have in his entire life.
"Save it," Julian spat back. "I've heard that a million times but it doesn't hurt any less. What you and Connor did can't be fixed with mere apologies. You hurt me… you destroyed my life, Oliver."
"I… I'm really sorry," He still said; since, he couldn't look at Julian anymore, he bowed his head down and let Julian belittled him. 'I deserved that much after what we did to him.'
"One million and one, and it still hurts, Oliver," Julian said sarcastically. "I really wanted to stay and tell you how horrible of a person you are… how your stupidity destroyed my relationship with Connor, but I can't stand sharing the same air space with you."
"I…"
Julian took a brown envelope from his suitcase and handed it to Oliver. "Connor told me to give you this."
Oliver head snapped back when he heard his husband name, but he frowned immediately when he saw the brown envelope in Julian's hand; and it was meant to be from Connor. The last time Connor hand him a brown envelope, it was a divorce contract, so he dreaded what could be the contents of this envelope now.
"What's this?" Oliver asked and hesitantly took the brown envelope from the taller man's hand.
"Open it," Julian ordered. "Connor can't do it himself, so he asked me to give it to you."
Oliver slowly unfolded the envelope, and carefully removed the contents of it, but once he read the heading of the paper, he dropped it instantly like his hand was burned.
"No no no no no" Oliver repeatedly denied.
"Yes it's true. Connor wanted to abort the baby," Julian lied and picked the envelope with the abortion papers, and shoved it to Oliver.
In the back of his head, Julian knew that this was wrong and uncalled for, but if the baby was the only thing that was hindering him to be with Connor, then he'd do everything to get his love back. 'All is fair in love and war.'
"He doesn't want the baby! He wanted you out of his life!" Julian persisted; ignoring the guilt, creeping throughout his mind. "He chose me, Oliver! Not you or that monster!"
"No no no no no… I won't abort the baby. MOCHI is mine!" Oliver said pleadingly, trying to get Connor's last words out of his mind.
'Is it too late for an abortion?'
'Is it too late for an abortion?'
'Is it too late for an abortion?'
'abortion'
'abortion'
"No no no… I won't let him! I won't let him! This is my baby!" Oliver shouted, throwing the papers at Julian's face and ran as fast as he could from Julian; protecting his baby from the evil who wanted to take Mochi away from him. "I won't let him! I won't let him! It's mine!" He shouted over and over again as he ran away.
Because of the extra weight he was carrying, he wasn't that fast from running away and eventually Julian had caught up to him.
They were going down the stoned stairs of the uphill park when Julian had caught him and fiercely grabbed his shoulders. Oliver swatted the offending hand and ran down the stairs faster. "Get away from us!" he shouted back and maybe because of his panic or from the tears that clouded his eyesight, he didn't notice the small crack in the stairs.
He tripped.
He rolled down the stairs.
It was a few more steps; a regular person would have survived, of course. But to a pregnant man… his fall was fatal, not just to his own life, but also to his child.
There was pain all over his body, but he didn't panic because of it. He panicked because of the blood that is gushing from his white pants.
'Blood… Blood… Too much blood. Mochi.'
"Oliver! Oliver! Help please! Help! Anyone help us please!" Oliver head Aiden shouted distantly.
He felt that his body is being moved, but his focus was only on the red stain on his pants.
"Oliver! Oliver! Hang on! Please! Please! The ambulance is on its way!" He heard his sister's frantic voice nearby. "Damn it Oliver! Look at me!"
Oliver obeyed and gripped Michaela's hand as he uttered his last words before passing out. "Save Mochi please."
And then, there's only black.
Now you have the right to hate Julian…
That's why I made Connor said those words last chapter, Oliver's belief should have more sold ground…
Title Reference: "Juno" refers to the film with Michael cera and ellen page. Stupid parents just like what Connor is in this chapter.
Story Outline:
-Gemma, Asher & Connor conversation
-Kathy & Oliver Bonding Time
-Julian giving Oliver abortion papers
-Oliver in accident
Scenes:
-Connor imagines his kid will look like Oliver
-Gemma and Asher points out changes in Connor
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