Chapter Sixty-Eight: Heavy

“You are joking.”

Daniel responds dryly as a worried expression covers his face.

“Is that how you respond to my proposal? I’m hurt.”

I say, placing my hand on my chest as if I were truly hurt by his words.

“Olivia, this is crazy; first of all, I don’t want to die at the hands of a mafia bastard. I've watched Godfather, and I am squeamish; second of all-”

“This is the only thing that will work; at least that will buy us time. I don’t want to walk down the aisle pregnant, so we’ll naturally have to push the wedding by two years because I would want my kids to be a part of it, and by that time, the president’s re-election would be just around the corner. With this plan, we can stay engaged for a while and have a way around him, especially if he is convinced you are the father.”

I finish explaining my thoughts, but Daniel’s expression remains wild.

“You don’t need to answer right away. I will give you until Blair’s funeral.”

I add when he still remains silent.

“You said ‘my kids’?”

He ask