"Three and a half months..." I cried, falling into Oliver's arms.

"That long?" He looked a little concerned. "You've been pregnant that long?" He let go of me. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I can't remember." I said.

For context, I'd just gotten back from the hospital. I'd been in with Alice, and they managed to do a test there and then, and let me know roughly how far along I was. They wanted to monitor me further as they weren't sure if my fall had any negative effects on the baby. They said they were completely surprised that I managed to survive the fall, let alone my little baby. Alice dropped me off back at home so I could break the news to Oli about how long I'd been pregnant. He was slightly intoxicated when I got home, and I could see an empty bottle of whiskey discarded on the sofa.

I took the tiny little scan print out of my pocket and showed it to him. He was so happy to see it, he traced the little baby's outline with his fingers. "I should get this tattooed on me." He said, which I though was a kind of stupid thing to say, but I didn't bother to give him a response.

"Oliver." I said to him, in a more serious voice. I didn't usually call him by his full name. This alone brought his attention away from the scan and right back to my face. "Alice said that our relationship was rocky before I had the accident. Is that true?"

He sighed, and then looked at the scan once more, his cheeks rising as if he had done his job now to secure our relationship. He looked back at me. "Yeah. It was rocky." He put the scan down on the table, and then picked up another photograph from the general collection. "This one was the start... I think. One of the weirdest things I had ever seen you do."

He showed me the picture. I was laying on the floor, with people crowding around me. Some random person was trying to help me up. "Oh god." I said, my dignity now ruined. "How much did I have to drink?!"

He looked proud. "Not a single drop... You must have known you were pregnant at this point, because you told me you wanted to be straight edge. And it came, literally, out of no where."

I lifted my eyebrow and scratched a fingernail across my bottom lip. "Why was I on the floor, then?"

"You had a tantrum. One of the first ones. One minute, you were laughing at my jokes and generally okay with me, and the next minute you were on the floor, crying and screaming as if I'd murdered someone."

What? I looked at him closer, analysing whether or not he was lying to me. "What did you do to make me get like that?" I asked.

"I tried to kiss you. And then you kicked off .You literally started hating me touching you, holding you or anything after that. I didn't know what to do when it happened, because everyone at the party was watching you screaming at me, like 'Dont touch me!', and as soon as I tried to calm you down, you couldn't stop crying. Everyone assumed I'd done something really bad, and you ran outside before I could find Alice to go help you." He did a wobbly step around me, and stormed off into the kitchen muttering to himself. I followed after him with an assertive step. He was pouring himself another drink.

"You don't need another." I spat at him.

"You always used to say that." He said, unscrewing the cap on a bottle of rum. "Anyway. The party. So..." He poured it into a glass, and then pulled his body up onto the cabinet surface, swinging his legs and taking a sip. "Someone came to get me, because nobody could get you off the floor. They presumed you'd drunk too much, but I knew it was something else. You were in such a state, Alice and I had to carry you kicking and screaming home. I had to carry you over my shoulder while Alice held your hands and feet down so that you didn't hit or kick me. And you refused to tell my why you were so upset."

That was so weird. Something really, really bad must have happened to me. But why wasn't I telling anyone? I had a secret. Everyone seemed to be clueless about the way I was acting. But I knew that something was wrong. And now the girl in my dreams played more of a role in my mind. Maybe I knew that she was out to push me?

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