Chapter 61: Chapter Sixty-One

Olivia

I gasp when I walk through the sitting room. Everything is done and in its place. The place looks absolutely beautiful. The cream white walls with the sofa's, which look more like the ones we had in the apartment actually, I hope they are though. There really isn't a reason why we can't use them. The television is the same though and everything else when I look closely.

I turn back to Jason and find him smiling and he says in a low voice, "surprise". I laugh and go to him to hug him.

"Let me guess, you're the one who told the florist to come up with an excuse to get me here?"

"You've been so busy lately and seemingly tired. So I decided a little surprise won't hurt."

"That's a lot of surprises don't you think?" Because it is. First back at Mountain View and now here.

"You can design the house however you want after the wedding and the babies comes. Although the baby room needs to be designed as soon as possible before the wedding and the babies come." He says a little shy now.

If I'm being honest, it's a load off my shoulders. I am absolutely grateful for it. Although I haven't seen the kitchen which is my most important area, I hope he put everything I'm going to want though. And the bedroom too. But I'm absolutely tired right now and I think the bedroom will be the next room I want to see, the bed to be specific. I seem to be more tired these days, especially my back. I could use a massage right about now.

"Can I get a tour of the house after I've rested a bit though? My back is seriously tired. These babies are not being kind to me." I pout and he takes my hand back to the entrance of the house, where there is a door I hadn't noticed.

He opens the door and there's another double set doors that look like a lift I didn't know about and he presses a button up and it instantly opens. I guess I understand why there's a lift, with three floors to the house and all, it's also an advantage for me so as to not use the stairs. I guess Jason thought of everything in the house.

The lift stops at the second level, which is our bedroom floor, together with the kids bedroom. There's three of them, which one we'll use as a baby bedroom and later on they will move to the bedroom of their choices. And when we have other kids these two will have to choose to either go up or down in the house.

"Everything has been moved to the house already, all our clothes have been moved here already and what hasn't been moved will come in a few days." He says as we walk into our bedroom.

Everything is also white. Even the bedspread is white. I will have to talk to the house keepers, if there are any anyway, if not then we will have to hire someone to help with the cleaning. This house is too big for me to clean alone.

Jason helps me with my shoes and I climb on the bed, it's still a bit early before night time, although it's almost six. Jason tells me he's going to his home office and shows me a button on the night stand and tells me to press it if I need him and he walks out the door. I set an alarm to wake me up in an hour and I fall asleep.

I'm woken up feeling pains on my lower abdomen and I remember the button Jason showed me and I press it so many times because I'm panicking. It's not yet time for me to give birth, I'm only six months. I'm not supposed to have any pains.

Jason comes rushing into the room panicking and when he sees me writhing on the bed, he immediately takes out his phone as he comes to my side. He speaks rapidly while reassuring me that it's going to be ok. The pains move to my lower back and I scream because it's so painful and I can't take the pain.

About thirty minutes later he goes down and when he comes back, he is with three people who put me on a stretcher and rush me towards the ambulance. After they put a drip on my arms, I black out.

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Fucking hell.

I'm shoved outside the hospital room that Olivia is put in. I texted her family and told her what is going on, although I have no idea what really is going on. I left her just fine when she told me that she wanted to sleep, the next thing I get an alarm on my phone from the bedroom. Was it not that the office is next to the lift, I wouldn't have got to her on time.

I'm panicking because I'm worried, there's nobody coming out to tell me what is going on. The door to the emergency room opens and her brothers walk in lead by her mother. Their faces are covered in worried sweat as they rush to me to ask what is going on. And right on cue, a nurse comes out asking for her family and we all flank her.

"Ms Willow is fine and so are the babies. We've put her on a slight anaesthesia drip which will keep her resting for a few hours..." I stop listening half way through because it's my fault that she needs so much rest.

Maybe if I'd listened to her and let her give birth and we'd have the wedding after she wouldn't be here.

I come to when her mother touches my arms, shame filling me so much because I didn't take care of her daughter good enough, I can't even look her in the eye.

"Hey, it's not your fault. This happens to almost every pregnant. Okay?" She chastises me and I nod a yes.

The doctor tells us they're moving her to a room and that we can go ahead and she gives us the room number.

They stay with us for about an hour before they leave and I'm left with a still sleeping Olivia and guilt. I think maybe we should just postpone the wedding. I know it's three weeks away, but at this point, I don't care if it means she is safe together with the babies.

Two hours. It takes her two more hours before she wakes up. I rush to her and offer her some water which she takes a sip of. And instead of complaining she tells me she's ok. As if I need the reassurance. As if she's not the one that was in pains, as if she's not the one who needs me to reassure her. She tells me that they're ok and for me to stop worrying and I feel a tear roll down my face.

"I don't know what I would do without you. I'm moving the wedding back." I tell her and she shakes her head.