Oliver was waiting for me in my living room, I was still getting ready for the engagement party. I didn’t want to go with him.
I was going to invite Weston to come with me before I messed it all up. Now I had to go with Oliver.
I finished my makeup then stared at myself in the mirror. I’ve been crying a lot the past two days. I wasn’t in a great spot right now. My eyes were puffy, I knew Riley would notice it, I did everything I could to bring down the swelling.
I went to my closet and pulled the dress that Riley picked out for me. It was a short, but flowy, dark blue dress with little silver flowers. I had silver heels to go with it, and I was all set to go.
I opened my door and headed towards the living room, I saw Ollie on his phone, he was texting someone.
“Hey, I’m ready to go.” I say to him and he immediately turns off his phone and looks at me.
“You look beautiful, Hanna.” He stood up and grabbed my hand. He was dressed nicely in slacks and a white button up shirt. His gray eyes scanned my body, and I felt self conscious. He pulled me in close and kissed me.
It was all familiar, but I didn’t feel much of anything else. I felt his hand slip underneath my dress and I put an end to that, I pulled his hand back above my dress.
“We’re running late already.” I say.
He nods. Oliver wasn’t a bad guy, but this didn’t feel right. It felt off. I knew I just wasn’t supposed to be with him. I just know what I feel right now, I don’t love him like I once did.
“Come on, lets go have a great night.” He smiles at me. I smile back. I just had to make the best of today.
Grant and Riley were having a blast tonight. I swear all the servicemen and women from Los Angeles were here in support of her. With her just having lost her dad, I’m glad she still had so much family behind her even if they weren’t blood.
The engagement party was slowly coming to an end, so I went over to them to say goodbye. It was almost one in the morning.
“Did you have fun tonight?” I ask them as I sit across from them. Riley had her head on Grants shoulder. She was wearing a white romper that she looked gorgeous in, I did have to help her out in the bathroom a couple times.
“I think we’re supposed to be asking you that, Hanna.” Grant says and I smile. “Where’s Oliver?” He asks.
Oliver has been on a whole other planet, I just bounced around with friends the whole night, every time I found him he was glued to his phone. He was not really paying attention to me.
“I think he’s at the bar for last call.” I cross my legs and fixed my dress.
“Weston came to congratulate us, he left shortly before you came.” Riley says to me and I feel a pain in my heart.
“Did he really?” He probably didn’t stay because he didn’t want to see me. I completely understood why, doesn’t mean it hurts any less.
Grant nods. “Have you made your decision, yet?” Riley asks me. I look around and see Oliver on his phone again near the exit. I feel slightly annoyed. I just look back at them.
Oliver turns off his car, but I stop him from opening his door. “Can we talk for a little bit?” I ask nervously.
He can tell that I’m serious. “Yeah, sure.”
I sigh. “I love you as my friend, Ollie. I don’t really see you as more than that anymore. I did love you more romantically last year, and I thought I could hold onto that, but I can’t.”
“You’re breaking up with me.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. I nod slowly. “I also thought I could hold onto what we had before, I realized this week that it’s not the same. We can’t just pick up where we left off before...” I close my eyes, but the hot tears are already streaming down my face.
“You would’ve been a great dad.” I say quietly.
“And you a great mother, Hanna.” He takes a deep breath. “Since it happened, I can’t help but think about what we would be doing right now with the baby.”
“She would’ve been about three months old by now.” He didn’t know that our baby was a girl. I pretty much kept that information all to myself until now. “The nurse who helped me through the D & C told me. We had a little girl.” More tears streamed down my face.
“I spent months reading about miscarriages. You know it wasn’t your fault, Hanna. You did everything correctly. I don’t blame you, and you shouldn’t blame yourself either.” I broke down into sobs.