Live As We Know It

{Olivia's POV}

Olivia's PJs
The next morning, I awoke to find myself, sprawled out on the bed, and alone. I raised an eyebrow, looking around the room, finding no Marcel. I groaned and sat up from my comfy bed, turning and stepping onto the warm carpet. I itched the back of my head, walking out into the living room.

"Morning, sleepy head." Marcel smiled from the couch, where he sat, burping Kellyn from her morning bottle.

I smirked, and leaned down to kiss his forehead, "morning." I pecked my daughter's forehead, too and walked into the kitchen.

"Zayn called and said he's getting off of work early today, so he'll be here around 3," Marcel said. I heard a tint burp, Marcel giggled then the couch creak. Marcel walked in, holding our baby girl against his shoulder and patting her back. I smiled.

"Sounds good," I said, taking a drink of water and sitting it on the counter, "now give me my baby."

Marcel pouted, "do I have to?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed, reaching for our infant. I took her in my arms, cradling her as she began smiling and giggling up at me. Marcel walked into the living room and grabbed the bottle, walking back in and sitting it in the sink.

"You have off today, baby?" I asked, bouncing the baby in my arms a bit.

Marcel nodded, "yeah, my boss didn't need me in today,"

"Good!" I smirked, walking back into the living room and laying the baby in her play set, which laid on the floor with tiny horses and other barn animals dangling from it. She giggled and thrashed at the tiny pig, batting it away from her a bit. I smiled and turned, walking into Marcel and I's bedroom, closing the door behind me. I walked over to the bathroom, grabbing my tooth brush and tooth paste. I did my bathroom routine, then walked into my bedroom, to find my shirtless husband.

"Oh, hello," I smirked, giggling a bit.

He winked, "see anything you like?"

I walked over to him, nodding, "ohhh yeaah." I pressed my lips to his, pulling into a passionate kiss, which lasted until the baby began fussing in the living room. Marcel pulled back from my lips only a bit, so they were still touching and sighed against them, his minty, warm breath bouncing off my lips.

"I'll get her," he said, grabbing a shirt from the closet and pulling it over his head, then walking out. I walked over to the closet and began changing, too. I decided on a tank top with a pair of shorts and a beanie. I got dressed and let my hair just down, joining my family in the living room. I glanced at the clock, seeing it was noon.

"What do you think Zayn needs, babe?" I asked Marcel as I took my seat on the couch.

"Uh," Marcel said from the kitchen, walking into the living room and handing me the baby, "he said he just had something important to tell us."

"Do you think it's bad?" I asked, chewing my lip. Perrie and Zayn had been our closest friends for awhile, along with Louis and Eleanor. Liam and Stephanie ended up not working out when she got pregnant to someone else. Niall comes around sometimes, but we rarely see Liam, which upsets Marcel.

"Maybe he's finally proposing!" Marcel smirked. We both knew that was bull. He had the ring. He had the speech. He just didn't have the nads.

"No, I mean like, for us." I said, looking my husband in the eyes.

"What do you mean, love?" Marcel asked, raising an eyebrow as he took a seat on the coffee table in front of me.

I shrugged, looking down at Kellyn while she played with my finger. "Do you ever think about Luke Beauman?"

"I, um, I have." Marcel responded nervously.

"Do you think it's him?" I asked, feeling a pang of fear in my stomach.

"I guess we'll know at 3," Marcel whispered, getting up and walking into the bathroom. I sighed and began bouncing Kellyn on my arm again, rocking her a bit. She was so beautiful. She had her daddy's eyes and my nose. She had lips like my brother did and the same color hair as Lance, too. I smiled at the thought of my brother and looked up at the picture of him on the fireplace. I was determined to make sure my daughter knew of the amazing uncle that she lost, and how much he would have loved her.

"Baby?" Marcel asked as he walked out of the bathroom.

"Yeah?" I asked as I looked up from Kellyn's soft face as she slept in my arms.

"I'm gonna run to the store, anything you need?" Marcel asked as he grabbed his wallet and keys from the counter.

"More formula!" I exclaimed with a smile. He nodded and kissed me, pecking Kellyn's forehead and walking out, letting the door slam behind him. The house fell silent as I pulled my daughter into my chest more, snuggling my nose against her soft face, giggling at the small smile I earned. Then the phone rang. It was my mother.

"Hey, mom," I smiled as I answered.

"How's my girl?" my mother said.

"I'm good," I responded, sitting back down on the couch.

"And that granddaughter of mine?" my mother asked. She spoiled Kellyn and she was my father's little girl, like I was when I was baby, now I'm his princess.

"She's good!" I exclaimed, kissing my daughter's cheek, "still sleeping through the night."

"And Marcel is still treating you right?" I heard my father thunder from the background.

"Tell daddy I said yes," I giggled. My mom didn't care about my choice to get married straight out of high school, my father thought we should've waited. But we loved each other and were happy, so he was getting over it.

"Well, we were just checking in!" my mom said, "we love you!"

"Love you, too." I smiled. We said our goodbyes and hung up. That's when Marcel walked in, accompanied by Zayn.

"Zayn!" I exclaimed, "We weren't expecting you until 3!"

"I know, but I had to come sooner," Zayn sighed, "I asked to left off early, and I'm just glad they said yes."

"What's so big you have to announce it?" Marcel asked, "is everything alright with you and Perrie?"

"Yes, everything is perfectly fine with us," Zayn said, taking a seat. He loved holding Kellyn, so I passed him the baby, which seemed to calm his nerves and he smiled once she was resting against his chest.

"Then what's the matter?" I asked, sitting with Marcel on the couch.

"Okay, on Wednesday, I went grocery shopping with Perrie." Zayn began, "we were walking down the bread section, and I heard someone yell my name,"

I nodded, "Okay?"

"You'll never guess who it was.." Zayn said, balancing Kellyn on one arm, laying his other dumbly across the arm of the chair.

"No." I gasped.

"Zayn.." Marcel whispered.

Zayn shook his head and sighed.





"Luke Beauman's back."

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