It was raining outside. I was watching a raindrop dribble down the window, sitting on the window ledge with a cup of tea and a book. I had read the first page, maybe not even that, my mind was just wandering through all of the things that had happened in the last few days. It was the first time it had rained since I got back from the hospital.

Oli was haunting me around the house, watching my every move. I couldn't help but think that there was something eerie about the way he was acting around me. It was like there was something left unsaid, something I didn't know about that he was trying to cover up.

I put the tea down, I was using one of my film photographs as a bookmark for my book. Before closing the book, I looked at it one more time. Taking photographs through rainy windscreens was one of my own personal things. I used to get such a buzz of energy when I made them like that. They just looked aesthetic, and were hard to get right. You had to find the right exact moment before taking the shot.

I was still looking for that mobile phone I had seen the other day. It must have been mine or someone I was close with, because I remember the pin code, the background photographs, everything about it. It was weird, I mean, I feel like I should remember important things, like all of the parties, my relationships, but no, all I can remember is a stupid phone.

I heard the front door click open, and in a dream state, I jumped from the window, threw my book down and walked towards it. I had fancied some company. Oliver had left about three hours ago, and I had been all alone since then.

"Oliver?" I said.

The door clicked open just a tiny crack, but not enough so I could see who it was. I heard someone crying, and I got confused, so I started to speed up the pace at which I was walking in order to get to the door and see who it was. I got to the door and swung it open hard, stepping right out onto the front door step.

Nobody. I looked around, peering my head down the street, and all I could see was a car, speeding off down the road. I was so confused. How did they have the key to my house? It wasn't Oliver, that wasn't his car... and besides, it sounded like a girl.

I sat by the door for two more hours, expecting whoever it was to come back. Or maybe I was just waiting for Oliver, who knows. But at this point, I was just sitting there waiting for someone to come in.

I heard his car pulling up, so I shot up. I couldn't wait to see him. This was the first time that he had gone to work properly since I had the accident, so he was away for nearly five hours while I was resting at the house. I ran out of the front door.

"Miss me?" He said, his voice a muffle as he pulled himself out of the car. "I got you something..." He grinned at me, and shear excitement shone through.

"What is it?" I said, excited. The thought of the stranger at the front door had completely left my mind. "Let me see!" I chuckled a bit, standing on my tiptoes.

"It's a crib." He said, opening up the boot. "For our little one."

I stood back. Oh. Why is it that motherhood had crept up on me at a point where I needed to work myself out. I tried to crack a smile, but I was so upset about everything, it was hard for me to adjust to the idea of looking after a baby, let alone myself. "A crib?" I said.

"We gotta decorate a nursery." He brought himself towards me, dragging a huge box full of wooden parts and a baby safe gate. He put his hand against my stomach and crouched down next to me, whispering to my tiny baby bump. "We gotta make some space for you, little bean." He said.

He was pretty caring. I had to admit. He had thought more about this baby than I had. Everything, since I had woken up from the accident, had been feeling like a weird dream. Nothing felt real, so I guess that might be why I kept forgetting about the baby. It's not like I was doing anything wrong, I was just in a state of confusion.

"Where on earth is a nursery going to fit, in this tiny house?" I cracked a half laugh, but it was a shallow one.

"Well..." Oliver took my hand in his. "I know you love your darkroom. I want you to be happy, of course I do. But I was thinking... just maybe... we could move some of your stuff out of there to make space for the baby."

I looked out onto the street. The rain was still pouring down, and you could smell it in the air. A car drove past, the wheels tearing through the wet road as I just stood there, my hand in Oliver's, just thinking deeply about how this was all going to work out.

"You're right. This is your kid too. I gotta make some sacrifices for it. It can have the room. I need to get a job. I need to start getting my life back together, if I'm going to have this baby. Thank you." I said to him, kissing his forehead.

"It didn't cost all that much, don't you worry." He responded, dragging it through the front door.

"Not the crib. Just thank you for being so patient with me. I'm trying to piece it all together, it's been quite hard. I think... I think I am falling in love with you again." I blushed.

He turned around with his eyes wide. "I've been in love with you all along."

He grabbed my hand, pulled me inside and slammed the front door. He kissed my head, placed his hands on my shoulders and rubbed them gently back and forth. "Wanna help me build this damn thing?" He chuckled, and then continued to drag it through the house.

Despite the rain that day, we had a great evening, piecing the crib together. We lost the manual twice and tried to build it by instinct, but it didn't work. When we finally built it, I was trying to decide which wall it should go against, and Oliver was sweating and red faced, lifting the crib back and forth while I tried to make up my mind. But he did most of the work for me, which I was so thankful for. I was really starting to feel the love.

When we had pretty much finished up, I grabbed us both some hot chocolate, and slid into bed with him. Finally, someone to keep me company. This room got a bit lonely at night, I had to admit. We chatted casually for an hour, until I finally brought it up.

"Someone came to the door today."

He raised his eyebrows. "Who did?"

"I don't know." I twisted my hand. "They had a key."

He sat back and thought for a minute. "Nobody has a key apart from us." He put his hand on mine. "Don't be mad at me, but the doctors did say you might suffer from hallucinations and confusion after you came home. It relates to the stress of trying to figure everything out. I swear to you, nobody has a key, and nobody can get in, alright?" He lifted his arm up in the air. "Come here." I shuffled under his arm, and cuddled the side of him. I felt protected when he was around. I traced his tattoos with my fingers, comforted by the smell of his cologne. Eventually I fell asleep, and we didn't talk about it again.

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