I step in and sit, looking at Oliver, and waiting for him to speak.
"Mel. I'm sorry." His words have no difference. "I acted wrong, what I said was wrong. I ran, and then I realised how much I missed up. Then I was worried about coming back."
"Oliver, it doesn't matter now."
"It does! I proposed because I love you, and you said you loved me. I'm sorry, I panicked, I knew if you told her, and Wayne found out I knew you would leave me. I was afraid of losing you, I ran, and then I realised I messed up even more by running."
"Wayne knows Oliver, so if you're hoping I won't tell him it's too late, this can't be sorted. You tried to make me choose between you and telling the baby's dad. That is messed up."
"So you are back with Wayne? You're refusing me because he came back and said he w
