Pregnant At Seventeen Of Triplets

We both fell to the floor. I have no idea when I stopped crying, it felt like hours. I could feel John‟s shirt was drenched. I looked up at him and blushed. His shirt was completely soaked on one should and about half of his shirt. "Sorry" I mumbled.

"Nah" he smirked, "it‟s OK". I felt him kiss my temple and I realized how much I had missed him. I snuggled into his chest and we sat there until we heard a squeak. I lifted my head out of John‟s chest and saw Olivia glaring daggers at us both; what was her problem?

"What‟s with you Olive?" asked John "What‟s wrong? I come over here because there is something wrong with my nep- I mean my Lordchildren and I find you two on the freaking floor! That‟s what‟s wrong." She yelled. I instantly picked up on her mistake. "What were you going to say?" I asked carefully, hoping to Lord that it wasn't what I thought it was.

"Olivia, what the hell did you say?" John said in the same tone as me. He heard the slip as well. "No-nothing" she stuttered. "Oh my Lord," I said tonelessly.

I knew what she was going to say. I stared at John. No! My mind screamed. Yes, my heart said. Me? It made sense. "Olivia, please tell me now," I said in the same tone, not quite believing it.

I noticed that John had gone still, frozen. "I am so, so sorry" wept Olivia, tears falling from her face. John snapped out of it first. He looked at me, then at Olivia. Pure rage was on his face. He walked out slamming the front door as he left.

I stood there looking at the place he had stood seconds before. "Amelia, I am so sorry! Please say something" Olivia wept. I looked at her in disgust and stormed out of the room towards the nursery.