I glance down at my stomach, I still can't believe I am pregnant. I am now nearly six months pregnant.
My mum still refuses to speak to me, and I don't get why she is so against this baby. I love my job, it feels strange working for a woman. I'm glad though, she is calm and doesn't go crazy over small things.
"Everything looks okay?" I hear Oliver and turn to him.
"Yes, why wouldn't it be?"
"I didn't mean you." He laughs and steps toward me. "I mean this, I don't want to mess up."
I glance around at the room and the food. "Sorry, it is perfect Oliver. My dad wouldn't care if it wasn't anyway." He wouldn't.
"I know, but this is the first time I am meeting him. I don't want him to worry." He smiles and winks.
"He won't, he knows all about you Oliver, so don't worry." We have been da
