by Ava Walsh
“Is that what that has always been to you? A one night stand? An occasional fuck every few years?” Rufus ran his hands through his hair as he spoke. He suddenly looked like a man who was broken. Olivia licked her lips in confusion. He seriously couldn’t be asking her this!
“That’s what it is to you! You’re an NFL star, why else would you sleep with me a few days before you have to go away both times?” Olivia let her arms drop to her side and stepped a few inches back into the apartment. She didn’t want to be so close to him. Rufus was looking into her eyes again with that scorching gaze that she couldn’t resist. Images of his bare chest and his hips grinding into hers kept reemerging and she had to force her brain to focus.
“So what if I’m in the NFL? That doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings,” he said, following her into the apartment. Rufus didn’t look around him at the state of the house, the way Sophie had the previous night. Instead, he kept his eyes focused on her.
“Feelings? What are you talking about?” Olivia squeaked, the panic rising in her bones now.
“That you hurt my feelings when you drove away that night. That I thought about you constantly these past three years, and hated myself for waiting that long to say anything to you.” Rufus stepped towards her again and Olivia stepped away. This couldn’t be happening. It had to be a game. Rufus Frost couldn’t actually be declaring to someone, to her of all people, that he actually had feelings.
“I don’t believe you,” she blurted out and turned her face away from him. She didn’t want to hear it, didn’t want to know that the past three years had been wasted. In fact, for all she knew, he could have told all his one night stands the same thing. What else could he possibly want from her? She had given him everything she had.
“Why, Olivia? Just because I’m famous? Don’t you know me as the Rufus from your childhood? The guy who always looked out for you?” he asked, and she was forced to face him again.
“But you did the same for Sophie. I was her best friend. It was only natural that you’d look out for your sister and her friends.” Olivia’s voice was growing desperate. What game was Rufus playing? Her heart couldn’t deal with it anymore. What about Maya?
“I looked out for Sophie, for Sophie. And I looked out for you, for you.” His voice was tender and soft, and the look on his face had changed too. He was trying desperately for her to understand him, to believe him. But Olivia didn’t want to. What had she worked so hard for all these years?
“Olivia?” A different voice pierced through her brain and both she and Rufus turned to look at the door, which was still wide open.
She hadn’t seen him in person in three years, but it was definitely Craig Walker. Standing in the flesh, in smart, dark jeans and a tight leather jacket, with the same dark, stylish hair and a look of concern on his face.
“Craig?!” Olivia screeched, her hands flying to her face. What was going on? What could she have possibly done to offend the universe this much? She wanted to run away and hide somewhere.
“Rufus Frost,” Craig said, as he recognized the man standing in front of Olivia.
“Hello, Craig.” Rufus’ voice had changed suddenly as he smiled at Craig. The same devilish grin had returned to his face, the look that Olivia didn’t trust.
“What are you doing here, Craig?” Olivia broke in, stepping towards Craig now. He entered the house and shut the door behind him.
“I tried calling you back last night. But you didn’t answer. I want to see my daughter,” Craig said, his voice rising a little. Olivia threw a look at Rufus, and he looked like a defeated man. He was slowly accepting his loss.
“You can’t see her right now, Craig. Maya is sleeping and I’m not going to wake her up in the middle of the night to give her a shock.” Olivia dropped her voice now to drive in the point that her daughter was fast asleep in the room next door.
Craig came closer to her, a look of pleading in his eyes now.
“I can wait. I’ll wait till the morning. I’m not leaving without having met my daughter,” Craig said and grabbed Olivia’s shoulders. She tried to wriggle free but he tightened his grip.
From the corner of her eyes, Olivia could sense that Rufus was turning away from them.
“Craig, please…” She tried pleading with him, but he didn’t relent.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Olivia? My daughter is two years old now. I’ve missed so much time. We’ve missed so much time,” Craig said. He tried to hug her, but Olivia pulled herself away.
Rufus had placed his hand on the doorknob now and Olivia bit down on her lip. It was now or never. It had to come out eventually, and what was the point of denying it anymore?
“She’s not your daughter, Craig,” Olivia said quietly and watched as Rufus stopped in his tracks and turned to look at them. Craig’s hands fell from her shoulders, a look of disbelief creeping into his eyes.
“You’re lying,” Craig thundered, louder than he should have. “Why are you trying so hard to keep me away from Maya?” Craig asked, and Olivia breathed in deeply.
“She’s not yours, Craig. We can get a DNA test if you insist, but she’s not yours,” Olivia said and swung her head to look at Rufus. Rufus stood still, his face paralyzed in shock. He didn’t look disheartened or scared. Instead, there was joy creeping into his eyes as he stood staring at her.
“Rufus is Maya’s father. We were together around the same time, as you and I were,” Olivia said, turning back to Craig, who looked as shocked as Rufus did now. Only his look was more of disbelief and anger.
“How can you be sure then?” Craig asked, hurling the words at her, while also throwing glances at Rufus.
“Because nothing happened between you and me, Craig. We kissed, you led me up to a bedroom and while we were undressing, you fell asleep on the bed.” Olivia crossed her arms on her chest. It felt good to say it out loud and to finally tell the truth to all the parties concerned, even though she still couldn’t be sure how any of this would pan out. But Sophie was right in her own way. Everyone needed to know. Maya didn’t deserve to be a secret. She deserved to be celebrated, to be loved by everyone who was responsible for her. Olivia didn’t need to protect her from Rufus. She remembered the guy Rufus was as a teenager, he was kind, strong and protective. He deserved to know and protect his own daughter.
“I don’t believe this. Why would Sophie lie to me, then?” Craig thundered again, and Olivia bit her lip. She hung her head, aware that both the men were glaring at her now.
“Because that’s what I told her. I couldn’t hide Maya from her of course, but at the same time I didn’t want to tell her that it was her older brother’s baby.” Olivia could feel herself blushing.
Craig sighed loudly and plonked down on the couch.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me. One last minute flight, all the way from California, all over a lie. Because you couldn’t tell your best friend the truth!” Craig was grumbling now as he spoke, and Olivia blushed a deeper red. He was right. She was a coward and she’d wasted everyone’s time.
“Take it easy, Craig. She didn’t ask you to come over here.” Rufus spoke up finally and Olivia jerked her head up to look at him.
Rufus had a smile on his face. He was looking at Craig but turned to her when he sensed her eyes on him.
“Whatever. Congratulations, man,” Craig said, standing up from the couch and sticking his hand out in Rufus’ direction. “Seems like you always win, don’t you,” Craig said, with an obnoxious grin. Rufus accepted the handshake and then patted Craig on the back.
Craig threw Olivia a half smile before walking over to the door.
“Take care, Olivia,” he said and left the house.
Olivia and Rufus stood staring at each other, several seconds after Craig had left the house.
“Rufus…” She tried to find the right words to say but he rushed to hold her.
“You should have told me, Olivia. You have no idea how happy that would’ve made me,” Rufus said, grabbi
ng her by the waist and pulling her close to him. He was kissing her cheek, her neck and her forehead, while she craned her neck back with her eyes closed, enjoying the onslaught of affection.
“I didn’t think you wanted to know. I didn’t want to trap you. You deserved to go and make your career in the NFL.” She spoke gently as he continued kissing her and Rufus stopped.
“Take me to my daughter, now,” he said, and she opened her eyes to find his smiling face looking down at her.
Chapter Eight
Olivia had dressed Maya in her new clothes, a pink frock with lace and net at the edges. Maya was delighted, clapping her hands and admiring herself in the mirror, as Olivia tied two pink ribbons to her pigtails.
“I don’t know who looks prettier.” She heard Rufus’ voice behind her. He had just stepped out of the bathroom and was smiling at them. His white shirt was tucked into his tailor-made pants, and the collar was open at his neck. His blonde hair was neatly combed to the side, while his green eyes shone with delight.
Maya squealed and clapped her hands again, and her father walked over to pick her up in his arms. Olivia looked on, imagining that this moment would last forever. It had been a week since she’d introduced Maya to her father, and since Rufus had moved into the small apartment, already too small for the two of them. He didn’t seem to mind. He’d already extended his trip, canceled PR events and locked himself away with Maya and Olivia.
“Ready?” he turned to her and asked. Olivia nodded and smiled as she watched him walk out of the bedroom with Maya in his arms, letting her play with his earlobes.
Olivia gave herself one last quick look in the mirror. Her curls looked great again, and she let them hang loose, just like her daughter’s. She was in a gray lace dress to match her eyes and high gray heels. She’d chosen a pale pink for her lips and painted her nails the same. Olivia wanted to dress up now. She had a reason to. It had started to make her happy again.
They were waiting for her at the door when Olivia left the bedroom. Maya was still in Rufus’ arms, laughing and giggling at her father. Rufus blew her a kiss when Olivia approached them and then shut the front door behind them, and they climbed the stairs together.
Rufus didn’t have a car in town, which meant they would have to take Olivia’s old one. He passed her a knowing look when he bent down to fit Maya into her seat at the back, silently reminding her that they had made love in the car less than ten days ago. Olivia rolled her eyes and looked away. He was still a child! She smiled.
They drove with the music on, and Rufus sang along to the song playing. It seemed to entertain Maya, who tried to sing along as well. Olivia looked at her daughter in the rearview mirror and a realization struck her suddenly: Maya was talking more now. Ever since Rufus had become a part of her daily life, Maya had been less silent. How were they going to sustain this? Was Rufus going to eventually leave again? They hadn’t spoken about it and Olivia looked out of the window to distract herself. She didn’t want to think about how their future plans were going to affect Maya.
Rufus drove the short distance to his parents’ home quickly and parked the car. Olivia noticed her own mother’s car parked in the drive. So this was actually happening. Their families had all congregated in one place to meet them together as a couple, and to be introduced to Maya as a part of a family.
Olivia’s hands shook as she undid the clasps on Maya’s seat belts. Rufus appeared behind her and took over.
“Just relax, Olivia,” he said to her softly, pulling Maya out of the seat and banging the car door shut. Rufus did look relaxed, calm and happy. Olivia wasn’t quite sure how she was going to deal with it. After all, she had been the one lying to everyone all these years. Rufus simply hadn’t known. He wouldn’t be judged for all the lies.
Olivia heard her heels clicking against the stone steps leading up to the Frost’s front door. Rufus had Maya in his arms and he knocked on the door, which was opened by Mr. Frost a few seconds later.
“Rufus! Olivia! And this must be my granddaughter!” he exclaimed, peering into Maya’s eyes. Maya blushed and looked away from her grandfather and, for the first time, Olivia noticed how they all had the same green eyes: Mr. Frost, Rufus and Maya.
Mrs. Frost emerged behind him, rushing forward to be introduced to the baby in Rufus’ arms.
Olivia remained standing behind them, smiling as she watched Maya being showered with love and affection. Her own mother had emerged out of the living room as well and came over to Maya to hug her. Olivia felt like her daughter was finally receiving the love she had deserved all along. This is what she had always wanted for her child.
She saw Sophie arrive with a glass of red wine in her hand. She was as impeccably dressed as usual and leaned against the door frame. Olivia left Rufus’ side and walked up to her.
“Hey,” she said, trying to get Sophie’s attention. Her friend didn’t look at her, and Olivia felt the resurgence of the wave of guilt she had been trying to keep at bay.
“So the little brat is actually related to me,” Sophie said, dropping her eyes to the floor for a second and then turning to glare at Olivia.
Olivia smiled indulgently and breathed out.
“I’m sorry, Sophie, for keeping this a secret for so long. I just didn’t want anyone to find out,” Olivia said, biting down on her lip. She could understand what Sophie was going through, and that she was feeling betrayed from all directions.
“First of all, you slept with my brother three years ago and didn’t tell me. Then you got pregnant, had a baby and lied to me about whose baby it was.” Sophie had leaned in to whisper to Olivia through clenched teeth. The rest of the family were still cuddling and playing with Maya, slowly bringing her into the living room.
Rufus had given Olivia a look on his way in, but decided to let the two women sort it out amongst themselves.
“I know how it must feel, Sophie. But at the time I thought if I told you the truth, it would be a bigger betrayal. I thought you’d not hate me if you never found out.” Olivia reached for Sophie’s free hand.
“And then you screamed at me, kicked me out of the house and screamed at me some more for actually trying to help you by calling Craig.” Sophie emptied the glass of wine down her throat and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Olivia sighed and licked her lips.
“I’m sorry about all that, Sophie. I hope you’ll forgive me someday soon,” she said with a smile.
“And now you have my brother, you have a kid and you’re going to live happily ever after,” Sophie said. Her lip was quivering slightly. Olivia continued to smile, she was grateful for all this. Grateful for the way her life had turned around. Most of all, she was happy that she still had her friend. That there was still hope that Sophie would forgive her and that things would go back to being the way it was.
“Are you happy for me, Sophie?” Olivia asked, as quietly as possible. Sophie’s hands were in hers again as the two of them stared at each other. Olivia was begging for forgiveness through her eyes, and Sophie looked like she had still not decided whether she was going to forgive her best friend or not.
“Of course I am! I’m so happy for you!” Sophie wailed. Olivia could feel the tears coursing down her cheeks as she rubbed them against Olivia’s shoulder. Olivia held her as she shuddered. Sophie had always been one for drama.
“You have no idea how worried I was for you, and how sad it made me to see your apartment and the two of you alone like that. Now you’re safe with Rufus. As weird as it may be for me, I’m happy you’re in love. And that my brother is in love with you.” Sophie was still crying. Mrs. Frost appeared from the living room to pat Sophie on her back. She was smiling at Olivia.
Olivia blushed and looked away.
“Let's all go in, Sophie. Come in, Olivia. We all have to celebrate properly,” Mrs. Frost said, dragging Sophie by the hand and leading Olivia into the living room.
When she entered she found Maya on the floor, with Mr. Frost passing her new boxes
of toys that her grandparents had clearly just bought for her. Maya’s eyes were excited and she was happy, gazing from her toys to her mother and then her father’s face. Rufus was standing behind her, and his face lit up when he saw Olivia walk into the room. Olivia’s mother was on the couch, finally glad to see her daughter happy.
“Now sit down here, Olivia, and tell us everything that we’ve missed about Maya,” Mrs. Frost exclaimed, leading Olivia to the seat next to her mother. She forced Sophie to sit down too, next to Olivia, while she continued to sniffle and dry her tears.
Olivia reached for Sophie’s hands and pressed them tightly, holding on to them on her own lap. She was grateful for Sophie. No matter their differences now, they were still best friends.
“Before that, I have an announcement to make,” Rufus spoke up and all eyes turned to him.
“It is with great sadness that I must inform you all that I have to go back to Chicago. I can’t delay it anymore, sadly, if I still want to keep my contract.” Rufus looked around the room, while his mother and Sophie gasped.
“What about Olivia? What about Maya?” Mrs. Frost threw the questions at him, while Olivia felt her hands itching in Sophie’s. She was glad she was holding her friend’s hands. She couldn’t have borne this news alone. Rufus was going to have to leave again. What did he want to do about this new development in his life?
“They’re coming with me, of course. If Olivia will agree to marry me.” Rufus turned to her with a smile, while Sophie shrieked. Sophie jumped off the couch and rushed to hug her brother, while Olivia and Rufus stared at each other.
“I’m going to be a Maid of Honor!” Sophie was shrieking, as she jumped over to hug her mother.
“Olivia?” Rufus asked as he stepped closer to her. Olivia breathed out slowly, expecting the tears to gush down her cheeks any moment now. Maya was looking at her too, sensing the tension in the room.
“Of course I’ll marry you, Rufus,” Olivia said and laughed when the room erupted in joy. Her mother hugged her, Mr. and Mrs. Frost came over to hug her as well. Sophie grabbed her hand again and held it there, while Rufus bent down on his knee and slipped a ring onto her finger.