I get home a few hours later, sitting I wait for Oliver. We need to talk. I know he won't be happy but it isn't about us. Not really. I hear the door and watch as he walks through.
"Sorry, I just needed space." His words make me want to laugh but I don't.
"Then say that, don't make work an excuse tor run."
"How's your dad?" He looks at me out of the corner of his eye as he gets a drink.
"Fine, now can we talk?" I wait and watch as he walks over to me and sits. We need to get this sorted.
"What do you want to talk about?"
I thought that would have been obvious.
"About me telling Elise, finding another way to let Wayne know."
"I thought you realised that was foolish Mel?"
"Why is it foolish? The baby has a right to know who their dad is Oliver. I can't just ignore that there is a
