The Pregnancy.

“I will take my leave now.” Nana declared

It was a few minutes past 7:P.M when she said her goodbyes and left the estate. Olivia began to set the table for dinner with an indifferent facial expression. After arranging the table, she stood a few steps away while Andrew and Beatrice had their dinner.

“You should have the table cleaned up, okay?” Andrew said to Olivia in a voice of authority. At the end of their meal, she helped Beatrice to get on her feet. “Thank you, Darling.” Beatrice curved a hand around Andrew's waist in a romantic way.

Feeling a wave of rage, Olivia averted her gaze as the couple headed to their bedroom. With a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips, her looks were sinister. “Monster!” She muttered beneath her breath and started to clean the dining area.

In a few minutes Olivia was done for the day, she wiped her face and pulled off her apron. A train of thoughts started to run through her head as she stepped inside her new room that was next to the couple's bedroom. She could hear their voices in whispers and giggles. 

She quickly stepped inside the bathroom to have a quick shower. “This monster should get ready for me.” She voiced thinly and picked up her gown. Intentionally she left her panties and bra as she slid the gown on her body. When Olivia sensed the couple were asleep, she let out a sharp scream, alarming the house.

She heard a doorknob twist as Andrew said, “Stay back, sweetheart. There must be danger lurking.”

Andrew scampered into Olivia's room, looking alarmed. “Is everything okay?” He asked panting.

“I fell.” Was Olivia's only response before moved closer to the door, twisted the key to lock and removed it. “Make love to me now.” She pulled off her gown and stood completely naked.

“Olivia!” Andrew mouthed. “You can't do this, please. Hold on a minute, you told Nana you were having your period.”

“I lied!” Olivia inched closer and threw herself on him. “Get at it already, you won't let us get caught.”

Realizing that he couldn't do anything than give in to Olivia's demand, Andrew quickly pulled down his trousers, pinned Olivia to the wall and slid inside her. “You mustn't moan.” He whispered into her ear. “Beatrice is a light sleeper.” 

“Oh, this feels so good.” Olivia said In a voice barely above a whisper. “We should do this next time.”

“There's no next time.” Andrew's voice was shaky now as he was about to reach orgasm. He clenched his palms tightly against her waist as he emptied himself inside her.

“That was quite fast!” Olivia said as Andrew withdrew himself from her and turned towards the door.

“Open the door, please.” His voice was an echo of exhaustion.

Four Weeks Later

Beatrice was having another mental breakdown after her appointment with the doctor left her drained and hopeless. It had been confirmed that she was dealing with unexplained infertility, and she couldn't contain the sadness that tugged aggressively at her chest. “I want to have your babies, Andrew.” She said amidst tears, lifting her gaze to meet him. “I really want to become a mother.”

Andrew took her hands into his. “Beatrice, let's keep our hopes high, okay?”

“Good morning, ma.” Olivia's voice broke in and the couple turned to face her. How long had she been there? Andrew thought. Perhaps she must have been eavesdropping on them for a while now.

“Olivia, please, excuse us.” Andrew ordered and Olivia walked away. 

“I am sorry about that, Sweetheart.” He tucked some strands of hair behind Beatrice's ear. “I was saying we should be hopeful. We will be parents very soon.”

Smiling, Beatrice nodded. “Let's get away tonight. We should have dinner somewhere away.

“Beautiful idea!” Andrew affirmed.

At about 7:30 that night, Beatrice and Andrew left the estate, informing Olivia that they were going out for a private dinner.

“There's no better time to let it out than now,” Olivia said to herself as she watched the couple's car zoom away.