David's POV

For the next five months, I felt so empty. As soon as I got back to London, I never got proper sleep. I was always dreaming of Olivia and my son. I had five big portraits of Olivia and our son around my office wall. I had a number of photo frames of them at my penthouse.

There was never a day I missed calling her. Before my day started and ended, I always called her on the phone or in Skype.

Olivia had been avoiding my calls. Sometimes when she picked up, we only talked for two minutes maximum and she was always the first hanging up.

All I wanted was to kiss her and let her know I loved her, but I was always messing things up.

Most of the time I slept in my office because I never liked the feeling of going to my penthouse alone. Olivia is my home. She is my life.

I never got the chance to travel back. My schedules were tight, France was monitoring me and I never even got the chance to go out with my friends as they had been insisting. All I want was to be with Olivia and our son.

I finally reached France's phone. I explained to him that Livy was not answering her phone so I decided to contact him. He asked me to stay on the line and it must be France's intention to let me overhear their conversation.

"Livy? He wants to speak to you." I heard France calling Olivia.

"Can you tell him I'm not available?" I heard Livy replying.

"And when will you be free to speak to him? I know you have been avoiding him."

"Why would I do that? I'm washing the dishes you know, so I'm busy." She sounded irritable on the other line.

"David, yeah. SHE SAID she is washing the dishes so she is busy at the moment."

I frowned then chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, and you know what! She is wearing a red lingerie right now and her butt is showing." France continued making me laugh.

"Fraaaaaaaan! What did you say?" She yelled at him.

Hmmm...Red lingerie!

"Yes!" She snapped on the phone.

"Olivia? Baby, hi!" I sounded like an idiot.

"What do you want?"

"How are you? You are not answering my calls and my emails..."

"I'm not answerable to you."

"I just want to talk to you."

"I'm busy."

"Can we do Skype tonight?"

"No, I'm gonna be busy."

"When will you be available?"

"I don't know. Probably never. I gotta go. Bye."

I then heard three beeping sounds. I sighed heavily.

I continued working all day but all I could think was Olivia in her red lingerie. I mentally slapped myself.

I went home smiling like an idiot. I was thinking Livy's perky breasts inside the red lingerie all day.

I opened Skype to send Livy a goodnight message when I noticed she was online. I immediately clicked the call button and waited for her.

She answered. Finally! I exclaimed.

"Livy?" I touched her face on the screen.

"Hi." She replied. I saw my little bundle playfully tumbling on the bed. When he saw me he clapped his hands and called me "dadada". I almost cried at that moment.

"Give daddy a kiss, please." He must had understood me because he crawled closer to the screen and kissed it.

"He has grown up!" I was feeling overjoyed.

"We shall sleep now. It's almost midnight."

"Thank you for answering my call."

I smiled to myself.

****

Finally, everything was settled now. I completely quit from modeling and I cleared the other contracts left. I assigned by most trusted people to run the company.

I was looking at the blueprint in front of me. The engineers were presenting there proposition to my new house. I made sure everything was looked over and they always kept me updated about the progress of the construction.

I was always thinking of Livy while looking at the plan. This is for you, baby. For us.

After we finished, I immediately called my secretary to get my private plane ready.

My son's birthday was coming. I prepared myself for my comeback. I talked to France last night regarding my plan.

I remembered the last time we had a serious talk. That was before I left to London. When I left Olivia's house that night, France stood outside with a scowl on his face.

"Follow me." He snapped angrily.

I followed him to a vacant lot and he stood there with clasped fists.

"You're my nephew's father?"

"Yes." I replied nervously.

"You're the man who tainted her and left her?"

"Ye.." Before I could finished the word, his fist landed to left jaw.

Before I was able to straighten my legs from the fall, his fist landed to my face again. I didn't fight back. I deserved this and more.

He kept on throwing punches to me and I just laid there on the ground not moving. He sat on the ground with his bleeding hands.

"That didn't even pay the miseries you caused her, you bastard!" He looked so ferocious. His eyes were like Livy's when she got furious.

I just bowed down and slowly wiped my blooded lips.

"One day, she came to my doorstep with a single bag with her. She cried to my arms. I had to carry her inside because she couldn't walk anymore. She ate less and seldom in a day. She never went out of my condo. She always slept and sometimes sat blankly on the balcony. She rarely talked. It took me a week to know that she was pregnant. She was vomiting every morning. I had to carry her to the doctor because I was worried of her being sick and all. She refused to be checked and I had to cry in front of her to persuade her. She lost her life. But when she heard the heartbeat of the baby, she was reborn."

"Now, don't tell me you know her miseries. You are just a selfish bastard!" He said out of spite.

"It was all my fault. I don't want to make a repeat of my mistake. I don't intend to hurt her again. I will get her back. I promise you that."

"Do you hear yourself? You caused her too miseries in life and you're adding it again."

"Please. Let me do this. I'm not asking for forgiveness because I know it will never happen. All I want is another chance to make things right with her, for her, for our son. I love her. She is my life. For the past years, all I could think was her. I love your sister, France. I love her with everything left in me." I cried in front of him.

He stood up while I remained sitting on the ground.

"One year."

"What?"

"Do not show up for one year."

"No! Don't make do this."

"Let's see what will happen after one year."

"France..."

"If she still loves you and you still love her after one year, I will not hinder you for getting her back."

"What?"

"You can still contact her, but you cannot step on this land for one year."

"But..."

"You're a powerful man. You should know what to do to pursue her."

"I can't. One year is too long. I might die missing her before the year ends. "

"Don't be so dramatic. You suck!"

"3 months!"

"One year."

"Please, I can't wait that long."

"You have to endure it, bastard!"

"4 months!"

He paused. "Half a year. End of discussion."

I leaped in happiness. I think it's better than a year.

He started walking away but turned back to me with a scowl on his face. "Hurt her once more and I will put a bullet in your skull."

I sprawled on the ground looking at the dark sky. Six months. I let a defeated sigh.