I love this song! It describes Oliver's view of Victor so well!

The chapter is finally here! I know it took me a long time, but, to be fair, I did tell you I will be busy in September. I just didn't expect it to be so early on and so terribly exhausting!

Anyway, I'm not going to take more of your time with babbling! Go on and read!

Enjoy the chapter!

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OLIVER's POV

I couldn't believe I was actually considering meeting the bastard. Just the thought of following his demands made me sick. But I knew what he was capable of. I heard all the horrible stories about his father, and the things he was willing to do in order to achieve his goals. Victor being his son told me enough to know he wasn't kidding when he threatened me in the morning. In the past, I lived with the idea he was different. I learned the terrible truth the hard way, and I wasn't willing to repeat the same mistake now.

Walking in circles back in the kitchen, I felt like punching something. And the wall in front of me looked like the right place for that. I felt as angry as never before. Even the anger that overcame me all those years ago was nothing compared to this rage that twisted inside of me like a poisonous snake.

"Who the fuck does he think he is?" I growled, unable to suppress it. I was so full of negative emotions at the moment, I felt like I would burst in next few seconds.

"Shit!" The table in the center of the room shook under my fist, sharp pain shooting up my forearm.

Damn it.

Shaking my head, I hurried towards the dishwasher that finished several minutes ago, getting the dishes out and putting them in their place. Finley would kill me if I left it in the machine or misplaced it. Hopefully, the work, which needed to be done yet, would be able to distract my thoughts for some time.

*****

"Are you really ok? You've been acting strange since you talked with the man. Who was that, Ollie?" Mel was watching me with worries written all over her face, her big green eyes staring at me so intensely, I felt like she was able to see my soul.

Groaning, I sat down on a chair in the kitchen, eyes closed. Since I returned from my little talk with Victor, she was constantly on my heels, trying to find out who it was and what we talked about.

It was just the two of us, as I let Charlie go home early. He was too shaken to keep on working, and there weren't that many people anymore so it wasn't a problem. He was lucky he had two days off now, but then again, if he didn't swap the shifts with Dylan, he would never have to meet Victor. It was a terrible twist of fate.

Sighing, I couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

"Yeah. No, I'm not. I should've expected something to go wrong when I was so happy just a day ago. I was so overwhelmed by the fact Josh proposed to me, I wasn't careful enough. It's always been like this. Whenever I was too happy, my life just took a turn for the worse and decided to ruin my happiness." I laughed again, opening my eyes to see Mel's confused expression.

"It was my ex," I said at last, feeling sick again. I really didn't want to talk about it, but she deserved it. She was my friend, and although she knew what my ex did to me and Charlie, she didn't know who it was, until now.

Her eyes went wide in a matter of few seconds. She was left speechless for a minute, her mouth opening and closing as if she was trying to find the right words to say. I wasn't surprised as all the things I told her about Victor were terrible.

"You mean," she started, still at the loss of words. It was kind of funny, if you asked me. She was always so talkative, sometimes even more than was healthy. So seeing her like this was interesting. I would laugh at her if the situation wasn't what it was.

"It was the bastard who cheated on you with Charlie, who was cheated on as well as he didn't know the fucker was already seeing you?!"

This time, I couldn't suppress the laugh that escaped my lips. The way she said it was just too much. It sounded like a phrase from a sitcom or something like that.

"Mel, you," I snickered, shaking my head. She was like a drug sometimes, making my mood much better after just few words.

"Yeah, it's him. But I don't really want to talk about it. Can we just lock up the shop and go home? I have few things to take care of." I smiled, hoping she would let it go. I really wanted to go home and sleep the bad day away. And I couldn't wait to see Josh and Matthias. I just knew that one look at them would make me feel much better.

"Ollie," Melanie started, but I was already getting up and walking towards the door leading out of the kitchen. The thoughts of Josh and Matty made me crave their presence.

"I want to go home. I've had enough for today, and there will be enough time to discuss it later."

She was staring at me for a second, probably contemplating whether to let me go or press me for more information. But when she sighed and started to walk towards me, I knew she gave up, at least for now.

"Okay, but you have to promise you will tell me more on Saturday!" She swung her bag over her shoulder and walked out of the kitchen.

*****

I couldn't help but sigh in relief when I closed the door behind me and put the keys in a bowl on a shoe cabinet in the corridor. It was such an overwhelming feeling I had to lean against the door for a second, so I wouldn't fall down.

"Daddy?" I heard the sweetest voice in the whole world, my mouth automatically turning upwards in a bright smile.

"I'm home!" I said, loud enough for him to hear, slowly gathering my wobbly legs and walking to the kitchen. The small monkey run to me immediately, his toothy smile making my day so much better I almost forgot about the earlier event.

"Matty!" I crouched down just in time to hug him, enjoying his presence to the fullest. I missed spending as much time with him as I did in the past. But he was a big boy now, attending kindergarten and all that. And I had a shop. It was how life worked. That didn't mean I had to be satisfied with it though.

"I missed you, honey. How was your day? Anything interesting or funny to tell?" I ruffled his hair, feeling warm love when I heard his happy chuckling. I couldn't imagine my life without him.

When I first found out about being pregnant, I thought it would be a disaster. I didn't even hope the medication and all the test and procedures would work, so it never occurred to me to be careful while having sex. We were both tested, so neither of us really cared to use protection all the time. And while the doctors and scientists told me to be careful, all of them gave me and others who undertook the same procedure, maximum of 8% of success, so I didn't think it would work.

It was one month after our break-up I found out it worked. And my world crumbled. I didn't know what to do with a baby on its way. The whole reason I even volunteered to undergo the treatment was because I knew I was gay, and I wanted to have a child in the future. But I never really planned to have the child so soon. It was just a plan. I wanted to have a chance to have a happy family with someone. Having a child all alone, just barely out of school, was something I never even imagined.

Thankfully, my family was great and helped me on every step, though their shocked expressions after I told them for the first time, were something I will never forget.

"We are going to have a picnic!" Matty screamed, voice full of excitement. His big sparkly eyes looked at me, smile still as bright as before.

"Oh, really? And when is that?" standing up, I took him in my arms, going towards the living room.

"On Monday! Miss Sunny told us to bring our own food! Uncle Josh promised to make something for me! Can I have a cookie from daddy's?"

I chuckled and was about to respond to him, when big strong arms hugged me and Matt from behind.

"Welcome home, Ollie," Josh whispered, kissing my neck gently. I would've melted if I wasn't holding Matty at the moment. I turned, meeting his beautiful eyes. He was looking at me with so much love written all over his face I had to bit my lip to stop myself from moaning.

I loved this man. I loved him so much it almost hurt sometimes.

"Hey," I greeted, pecking his lips slightly.

"How was your work?" I asked, sitting on a couch because even though Matthias was still little, he was just too heavy to hold for too long.

"Uncle Josh, no! I'm talking with daddy now!" Matty pouted before Josh was able to answer, earning two chuckles from us.

"But of course you are, Matt. What was it again, the cookie, huh? Well, I'm not sure if I should give you one. Were you a good boy?" I teased him, loving his pouting face. He was always so expressive, I just loved seeing him like this.

"I was! Tell him I was!" He turned his big eyes to Josh, impatiently waiting for his confirmation.

Josh hummed, feigning to think deeply about the matter, making Matt even more impatient and pouty.

"Well, I don't know, were you? I think I heard Miss Sunny saying something about you being a naughty boy today."

"Liar!" Matt yelled immediately, turning his head to me.

"Uncle Josh is a stinky liar! I wasn't naughty! I was playing with Timmy and Ally all day! We even draw you a picture together!" He pushed his hands against me to free himself of my hug, so he could probably go and fetch the picture, but I didn't let him. I hugged him even tighter, laughing softly.

"I know you weren't. We will go and buy some cookies on Sunday, okay? Now," I turned to Josh, smirking, "will the stinky uncle cook us some dinner or did he already do so?" I asked, laughing when he raised his hand and ruffled my hair playfully.

"It's ready, you dolt."

*****

I knew I should tell Josh I saw and talked to Victor. He wouldn't be happy, but it would definitely be better for him to find out now instead of later. But I just couldn't bring myself to do it. We had such a lovely evening, eating dinner, playing with Matthias and watching television, I didn't want to ruin it.

It could wait until tomorrow.

What couldn't wait, though, was my phone call to Kyle. Excusing myself and walking to the garden, I dialed his number and waited. It wasn't even nine in the evening, so he should still be up at the moment.

It took a while, but after few seconds, there was a click and my brother's gruff voice sounded on the other line.

"What is it, Oli?" he asked, voice somehow strained. It almost sounded like I interrupted him from something, but I didn't want to know more, so I didn't ask. Some things are better not to be found.

"I need your help," saying that, I had his full attention.

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I know it's kind of a filler chapter, but I still think it's needed to show the relationships between the characters!

There is going to be more information about Oliver's pregnancy and how it's even possible for him to have children, so don't worry!