The Sheriff knew he couldn’t shout and demand to know who it was, not when his daughter was in her state and her due date was coming ever closer and closer. It was about waiting and watching.
The summer was hot and it meant everyone was out and about and it also meant more and more calls were coming into the station. He hated being apart from her, not when he had to know who this guy was, and Olivia was ever cheerful and foul in the mood.
“I want this baby out of me!” she shouted one morning coming down the stairs slowly. “Due date is literally around the corner and I want junior out!”
“Patience,”
“I have Braxton Hicks and they feel so real and I just can’t anymore!” she said sitting down and pouting at him. “My doctor is like… ’any day now’ and she makes me sick. She’s not the one pus
