Caught Up In You.

I paced the floor of my small room in serious thought. This was huge. Overly huge. Like, disasterous huge and I had no idea what to do.

I ran my hand through my long hair and bit my lip hoping the answer would pop into my head eventally. With no such luck I tried to rack my brain for how this happened. It had been two weeks since I met his mom and I was almost positive it happened around that time frame, But before my mind went into over drive I heard Oli speak.

"Hey my love, what are yeh doin'?" He said causing my pacing to stop and me to turn to the door of my room.

Oli stood leaned against the door frame giving me a funny look along with his infamous smirk.

I shook my head and he crossed his arms, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I instantly said deciding that I needed to talk to anyone but him first.

"Yeh sure?"

I nodded and walked closer to him. He quickly slid his arm around my waist and leaned closer, kissing my lips.

"I missed yeh." He whispered his fingers rubbing against my lower back.

"Missed you." I responded throwing my arms around him.

He chuckled, "We have maja issues."

"Why do you say that?"

"We can't spend eight bloody houas apart wifout missin' each otha." He said with a grin and I giggled, "Well, then I guess we do have issues."

He pecked my lips gently, "It's cause I propa love yeh a lot."

"Back at you."

He smiled and I took the opportunity to kiss him this time.

"Don't go ta work."

"I have to."

"No you don't."

"Yes. Tom will be mad."

"Who cares."

I chuckled and slipped from his grasp, "I'll see you when I get home. Get some sleep. You've been up all night."

"Fine." He grumbled and I kissed his cheek, "I love you."

"Love yeh too. Yeh don't care if I crash here do yeh?"

"Uh, of course not."

"Ok, juss makin' sure." He responded as he climbed into my bed.

I sighed as I grabbed up my things from the table and headed out. I decided to talk to Tom about my problem. He'd know what to do or how to help me.

When I walked into Drop Dead he greeted me with a smile, "Hey cutie."

"Hi."

"What's wrong?" He asked dropping a box of shirts he was carrying.

"Look, I really need to talk to someone, but you have to swear to me you won't say a thing."

"Um, ok. Is it bout meh brotha?"

"Yes and maybe I shouldn't tell you because of that, but I feel like you're the closest person besides Oli that I have."

A grin hit his lips, "That's sweet of yeh. Look, I won't say anyfing. I swear on our friendship. So what's up?" He asked leaning against the counter as he crossed his arms.

I took a deep breath in, "I'm pregnant."

His jaw instantly fell and I winced waiting for him to speak.

"Say something." I mumbled and he sighed, "And Oli doesn't know?"

"No. I just found out last night and you know he was in the studio..."

"Well, yeh have ta tell him."

"I know, but, you think he'll freak?"

"Most definitely." He responded honestly and I instantly frowned.

"Look, Soph, let me be honest wif yeh." He said stepping to me and placing his hands on my shoulders.

"Oli, well, he's not the kid type. I don't even fink he eva wants them. So, I mean, I don't know what ta tell yeh besides yeh gotta tell him regardless."

I nodded as I tried to swallow the lump now lodge in my throat.

"Look at the bright side, he can't be mad at yeh. I mean, it takes two for this shit ta happen."

"I know...but what if he doesn't want to like keep it?"

He raised an eyebrow at me, "Oh. Yeh do?"

"I mean, I don't want a kid right now, but I'm not a murderer!"

"Ok, ok. Settle down. I know. Juss surprised meh is all. I agree wif yeh on this matta believe it or not. He might not beh so understandin' though."

I sighed, "I'm just going to wait. I need some time. I will tell him though."

He nodded, "Ok. That's fine. Take a day or so. Not like it's gonna go away."

I nodded as tears started to fall.

"Hey. Look. It's gonna be ok love. I promise." He said cupping my face with sympathy now lining his blue eyes.

I nodded and he kissed my forehead.

"I'm gonna be a uncle huh?" He asked a smile now hitting his lips. I couldn't help but laugh at that, "Looks that way, huh?"

"Kind of excited to be honest..."

"You'll be awesome I'm sure."

He pulled me in for a hug, "Everyfing will work out. Yeh know that. Oli loves yeh, I love yeh, hell, we all love yeh. So we will always be round for yeh."

"I freakin' love you." I said into his shirt and he laughed some more, "Good. So what happens from here? I'm not rushin' anyfing but don't yeh need ta like, go see a docta or somefin'?"

"Yeah. That's usually what happens. Fuck I'm scared."

He chuckled, "It'll be fine. Yeh gonna be a lovely mum."

I gave him a grin. He was such a sweet guy and he was clearly good at calming me down which I appreciated.

The hours seemed to fly by and when I only had an hour left the store was calm and I sighed as I watched Tom fold clothes boringly.

The door chimed and we both looked over to see Oli walking in which caused Tom to immediately look at me.

He wasn't making this easy.

"Look at yeh two workin' like mates!"

"Oh reallah? Cause from my point of view I'm doin' eevryfing and she's watchin'!"

"Supervising. I am the manager after all." I stated causing a laugh to escape Oliver as he reached me.

"That's my bird." He said wrapping his arms around me and kissing my lips, "Wanna go to dinna?"

"Sure. Take her before her shifts ova." Tom joked and I rolled my eyes, "Well, we are dead so..."

"Yeah, yeah. Whateva. Leave."

"I love you Tommy..."

"Sod off."

I laughed as Oli grabbed my hand and pulled me from the store.

"Are yeh sure yeh ok? Yeh bein' awfully quiet." He said after several moments of silence passed as we walked down the street.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired is all."

"Well if yeh want we can juss pick somefin' up."

"No it's fine. I want to eat with you."

"Ok." He said kissing my hand as we reached the restaurant. Once we were seated he ordered us drinks as I covered my mouth to yawn.

"Babe, yeh wanna go home?" He asked seriously once our waitress left.

I glared at him and he sighed, "Ok, ok. I won't ask again." He mumbled and I looked around the small place, my eyes instantly landing on a child that was sitting next to his mom at the table in front of us.

"Oli?"

"Mhm?"

"How do you feel about children?"

"Children? Well, I mean, I don't have a problem wif them. Why?"

"Just wondering. I just saw that kid and was curious." I responded and he followed my eyes to the little girl.

"She's propa cute." He said returning his gaze to mine. I nodded and he spoke, "I like kids."

"Do you ever want your own?" I asked feeling like it didn't seem like such a weird thing to ask since we were on the subject.

"I dunno if I'm cut out for somefin' like that. I mean, havin' ta take care of someone else, well, that kind of scares tha shit outta meh. Unless it was yeh of course. I'd gladly take care of yeh foreva."

I nodded and he shrugged, "I mean, if Tom ever has kids that'd be cool. I could be tha cool uncle, yet I could give'em back at tha end of tha day." He responded with a smile and I knew typically I'd laugh at that so I forced one out. This was literally making me sick to my stomach now. I should have just told him. Now that all these questions were answered I felt even worse about this and didn't want to even hit around about it.

I nodded and he rested his arms on the table, "What bout yeh, love?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. Never really thought about it."

...Until now that is.

"I mean, I'm sure one day I would. Doesn't every girl?" I asked spinning my fork around the table to distract myself. In all honesty this was the first serious conversation Oli and I have ever had. Well, the first one involving a future.

"I guess." he responded softly and I moved my eyes to his. He seemed to be in debate with himself because his nose was scrunched and he was tugging on his hair.

"What?" I asked and he shook his head, "Nuffin..."

Conversation between us died down almost instantly and I knew he was clearly thinking about something he was unsure about saying.

"Oli, what is bothering you?" I asked once we were finally out of the restaurant.

"Nuffin. That's gonna be our downfall yeh know? What tears us apart eventually..."

"What is?"

"The whole kid debacle." He spoke as he shoved his hands in his pockets. I just stared at him as we reached his car.

"I'd have kids wif yeh if it was my only way ta keep yeh though." He grumbled as he leaned against the door.

"So you can be unhappy?" I asked unsure how to take his remark.

"I wouldn't be unhappy. I'd be wif yeh." He responded wrapping his arms around my waist.

"So you wouldn't love our kids?"

He rolled his eyes, "Baby if it's yeh havin' them, there would be no way I couldn't."

I gave him a grin and I couldn't help but feel a bit better about the situation.

"But why are we talkin' bout this like we're gettin' married and gonna live in a house wif a white fence and 3 kids tomorra?" He asked chuckling and I shrugged, "I really don't know."

"We have years to worry bout that shit happenin'. I mean, we're still young. So, no babies anytime soon." He said kissing my lips.

I nodded realizing this was growing worse by the minute. It was then I decided to keep my mouth shut for a little bit longer.