Olivia's POV I was back in the bedroom, and I was alone. My father's ash jar was cradled on my lap, and I was staring into empty space.The door creaked open, but I didn't turn to see who it was.I felt a gentle pressure beside me, and two large hands took the ash jar for my grasp and placed it back on the shelf where it belonged.“Olivia, are you…”“André, I am fine. There's just a lot to think about. But I assure you that I'm okay.”André pulled me into an embrace but immediately pulled away and looked at me in concern.“Olivia, you are burning hot! Are you alright?”The truth was that I was having my crazy fever and headache again, the same one that I had felt in the morning. At least now I was certain that it wasn't morning sickness.André's eyes were wide as he looked at me with concern.“Olivia? Talk to me”I exhaled and turned to him. I placed my hand on his and rubbed it affectionately.“André, I want you. I can't really explain this, but I felt this way this morning, and afte
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