“Don’t you want to stay with us?” Max asked, his lower lip trembling. “Is it because I was bad?”
Olivier squatted in front of both children and gripped their hands, “no. Neither of you are bad nor will there ever be anything either of you which will ever make me want not to be with you. I do not want to miss another moment of any bit of your lives. I want to spend as much time with you as I possibly can.”
“Then why can’t you live with us?” Ollie interrupted furiously.
“Nobody is saying he can’t live with us,” Bobbie shook her head as she frowned at Olivier. “You’ve been a pushy son of a b***h since day one. Don’t stop on my account. I want you here. I just don’t want to marry you yet.”
He looked to her seriously, “Are you certain, chérie? I messed up quite badly this week.”
“Dad,” Ol
