I'm Ready When You Are.

Olive's P.O.V.

I spent the rest of my time in Ian's house with the thought gnawing away at me. Is there a baby growing in me right now? Am I going to have a baby the same age as my soon to be brother?

What do I do?

I had such a strong urge to run out of Ian's house, buy a test and pee over the damn stick. I wanted to know right now, right this very second. Instead I helped Caterina with dinner. I helped set the table up with Ian, and sat to eat with them, making small talk with Donald. It was a very pleasant evening. One I would have enjoyed a lot more if I wasn't worried about carrying another life in me. I found myself looking at my flat stomach with great curiosity.

"What's up with you?" Ian asked me as we were clearing the table.

"What do you mean?"

"You seemed distracted all throughout dinner." I currently hate that he can still pick up on my emotions so easily.

"I don't know what you mean." I shrugged my shoulders, meandering towards the kitchen.

"Oh come on, Red, talk to