Oliver came with me, no, more like I went with Oliver to take Cody to his first day of day care.

There were some tears - me- and tantrums - Oliver- and no's - Cody.

But after forty minutes of Oliver failing to convince Cody and his new teachers tried to coax him as well, I won the upper hand.

I wanted to wrap my arms around him and hold him tight, bring him home, but instead I knelt on the ground and held the boy's hands.

We had a serious discussion and I promised him ice cream for dessert plus three story's tonight.

It was a tough negotiation with a determined three year old.

Now back home, I was technically finished till it was time to get Cody. The house was empty and quiet without him and I shivered.

The last of the snow was melting, making everything wet and left puddles every where. If they were still there tomorrow, I might play with Cody in them.

Might. I'll see how this goes.

I knocked on the study door and opened it.

Oliver was at his desk as usual as I made my way there and sat at one of the chairs.

"Yes?"

I saw the pile of drawings from Cody and looked up at my boss.

"I need to talk."

Oliver frowned at his work. "Talk?"

"Yes. Boss to worker, friend to friend?" I grimaced.

Oliver looked at me weirdly. "Okay." He eventually said.

I flipped through the large pile of drawings, looking at every picture.

"About Saturday night."

"Well I'm glad it doesn't involve me for once." Came his smart reply.

"It kind of does." I whispered. But I was heard.

"Pray tell how?" He sighed as he placed a pen down and looked over his laptop at me. I tried to avoid his glare.

"And that talk we had the other night about Cody." I pulled out a picture.

"Miss Kelly!"

I snapped my head up to him.

"Spit it out."

"Well, I don't know what to do. I agree with you on your methods about separating Cody from me,"

"You didn't really have a say on that."

"I know, but I got really sad about it. I do adore that boy. But you were right. Where will I be in five or ten years time. Cody will be thirteen going on fourteen and he won't want a nanny at that age."

"Then Percy," I saw how Mr Blacks lips twitched. It must be the same when I try not to giggle when I think of his nickname, Ollie, oops. I smirked and giggled. "Sorry." I took a deep breathe. "Then Percy said the same thing as well. Do I want to spend the rest of my twenties being a maid or a nanny? And it got me thinking."

"Thinking on what?"

"My job. Do you want me to continue on being Cody's nanny?"

"Where is this coming from?"

I shrugged as I looked at the picture. Cody had drawn himself in his bed and I was there as well reading to him on one side and Oliver was on the other side. I had been making him practise his writing and in a very messy scribble I saw the letters he wrote.

"Do you want me to continue on being Cody's nanny?" I repeated myself.

"If you planning on quitting, can we give it a few months for Cody to get used to not seeing you as much?"

I saw the F he drew and a backwards A. The squiggle line for a M and two straight lines. Then what looked like a U.

Famllu? I frowned at the drawing. At least he is trying.

"I'm not too sure where I see myself in six months time or a year or even two years."

"So when we had this discussion, you basically brushed me off and when you spoke to your friend about it, it gave you serious thought? What was so different about the circumstances?"

"Percy proposed." I blurted out as I placed the drawing on the top of the others.

Oliver sat back in his chair. "He proposed?"

"Yes."

It was several minutes before either of us spoke. "I see."

"Exactly."

"Does that explain the crying this morning?" I saw him smirk at me.

I gasped. "I wasn't crying. I had allergies." I stated.

"Sure."

I looked back at the drawings and placed another one on top.

"Percy - stop smirking!" I snapped, trying not to smile at Oliver.

"I'm not smirking."

"You are. Every time I say his name, you smirk!"

"I do not." Oliver defended.

I dropped it and tried starting over again. "He wants me to finish up in a month."

"A month? That won't be enough time."

"Something along the lines of focusing on our future and family." I rolled my eyes at that sentence.

"You weren't paying attention, were you?" There was that smirk again.

"I was!" I screeched. "Kinda." Then I shrugged deeply, sinking in to my shoulders. "Not really."

"How about three months. I'll even let you have the wedding here if you want."

I looked shocked at him.

"I thought you don't like strangers on your property."

Oliver went back to his laptop. "I don't." Came his low growl.

"But..."

"Ill pay for the catering. Think of it as a wedding gift." His tone had gone harsh. The same tone he used when we first met and I was applying for the housekeeper job.

"I don't want to impose on you like that. I'm more then happy to have it at a garden or small church or hall."

"Have it there then."

I didn't want to impose. I really didn't. I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable in his own house.

"Thank you for the offer." I stared blankly at the picture Cody drew. This one had the three of us at a table eating.

It also had famllu written on it.

"I'll still pay for the catering though."

"Thank you." I answered him. "But..."

Oliver's dark grey eyes snapped to me as he slowly lifted his head. "But?"

"I..." I shrugged. I'm torn to be honest. "I don't know if I'll need them?" I don't know why I said that as a question, I wasn't sure.

"You don't know if you need them?" Oliver laughed. "I'm gifting you a few thousand dollars in food. I'm sure you'll need them."

"Uh..." I breathed out. The air was thick just like the tension I could feel. I knew my face held uncertainty and Oliver Black was reading me big time.

"You didn't answer him, did you?" Mr Black grinned, looking a bit too pleased.

Why would he be pleased if I don't marry Percy? I know he tolerates him for my sake, even though we never discussed it.

He would be pleased because of Cody. Yeah, that'll be it. Cody.

I fixed my eyes on him. I took a deep breathe in then slowly released it.

"No, I didn't."