Addicted

Ch.4

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Olivia had gotten a text message from Elliot, telling her that he was on his way over to her place. She sighed, setting her phone on the counter and taking her cup of tea into the living room. Her mind had been racing for two days straight, ever since she had bought the pregnancy test and put it in her bathroom drawer, going back and forth and trying to work up the courage to take it. Even without taking the test, her gut told her she was pregnant.

She sat back against the sofa and brushed her fingers through her hair, she had no idea what she was going to do. There was no doubt that becoming a mother was something that she had always wanted and longed for, but there couldn't be a worse time. Everything in her body was telling her to run, get out of dodge and figure it all out on her own. Olivia wasn't usually the type of woman to allow things to just happen to her, she had options...although there was only one option that would be right for her.

Regardless of the circumstances that surrounded her, if she was pregnant, she would keep her baby.

The knock on the door brought her back and she took one last sip of her tea before going to the door, deciding that she wouldn't tell Elliot anything until she was positive that she was pregnant.

"Hi," she said softly, pulling open the door and leaning against it.

"Hey," he replied equally as soft, walking through the doorway and waiting for her to close the door. He looked her over and something wasn't settling well with him, she seemed off. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing...I'm fine," she told him, pulling at the sweatshirt she had on and trying to hide her discomfort. His eyes roamed her body and she felt completely naked, like he knew she was hiding something and it left her uneasy.

Elliot sighed, sitting down on the arm of the chair and pulling her to him by her wrist. He couldn't quite pin point what it was but something was different. For now though he decided to let it go, "You'll tell me when you're ready."

It took everything she had not to break down right then and there, resting her head against his chest she took a couple breaths as his arms wrapped around her. As much as she wanted to tell him and how much easier it would be if she had someone else to help her through this, she needed time to process everything on her own before she was overwhelmed by him. "Thanks for that," she said softly, holding onto him tightly.

"Just promise me, that whatever it is...you'll tell me soon," he asked of her, rubbing her back gently and kissing into her hair.

She hiccoughed, pulling back from and looking up at him, "I promise you'll be the first to know."

He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lips softly, resting his forehead against hers, "I trust you." And it was the simplest and most honest thing he could say because he did. He trusted her more than he could ever trust another human being.

Threading her fingers through his cropped hair she kissed him once more, "I missed you."

"Me too," he murmured against her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist and breathing her in. "What do you want to do tonight?"

"Is it okay," she mumbled against his chest before looking up at him, "That we don't have sex...and maybe you can just hold me?"

"Oh Liv," Elliot sighed, pushing her hair from her face and gently kissing her lips, "I love you and I hate being away from you... don't ever think that I come here for sex...that I only love you because we have sex." He took her face in his hands, "Don't you know what you mean to me? Doesn't what we have together mean more than just sex to you?"