Live As We Know It

{Olivia's POV}
Olivia's Oufit
"Sweetheart, do you want anyth-" I said, walking out to our deck. Man, when Marcel said that he'd taken this whole gym thing seriously, he meant it. It had been almost a month since my "accident" with Luke, and Marcel had been going to the gym everyday after work since. His body was already nice, but now it was perfect. The tattoos that covered his biceps, arms and torso were amazingly toned out by the tight abs that were forming on his stomach. He was lifting weights in the yard, with only a pair of pink shorts and a pair of Nikes on. I bit down on my lip.

"Someone's really been working out," I smirked. Marcel looked up and smiled.

"Do I look good?" He chuckled, taking the water bottle in my hands.

I giggled, "amazing,"

He flexed a bit, making me giggle and then connected his lips to mine. I smiled into the kiss, holding onto his hips, which were also toned. He pulled away, smirking against my lips. "I'm gonna finish up and then go shower,"

"I'm gonna go start dinner and wake the baby up for her bottle," I smirked, pecking his lips and walking back toward the house. I decided to make rice and chicken for dinner, so that's what I did, starting with thawing out the chicken. I watched the chicken thaw a bit and then walked into the baby's room, seeing that she already awake.

"Is mommy's girl ready for her bottle?" I smiled down at Kellyn. She giggled, kicking her tiny feet around a bit. I laughed a bit, picking her up and walking into the kitchen, beginning her bottle. Marcel then walked in.

"Have you talked to Zayn?" Marcel asked, breathing heavily.

I shook my head, "not since last week when he talked about installing that new security system, why?"

"He hasn't texted me since then," Marcel shrugged.

"Well, I've talked to Louis," I said, "And he said that Zayn's been arse deep in work."

"Poor Zayn," Marcel chuckled, kissing my cheek, "I'm gonna go shower,"

I nodded and watched him jog off toward the bathroom as the microwave went off, signaling I could take the bottle out. I did and walked into the living room, sitting down with Kellyn on my arm. She slowly drank the bottle, her eyes falling as she dozed off again. I smiled, kissing her forehead. My life was pretty perfect, besides this whole Luke thing.

The baby soon fell asleep, and her bottle was half empty. I decided just to pop it in the fridge incase she would wake up hungry. I noticed the chicken was thawed and began the process of putting that in the oven and put the rice on, grabbing my phone and leaning against the counter, shooting Perrie a text.

I never apologized for our Starbucks thing. :\ I'm so sorry I couldn't make it. Love ya! <3

I sighed and sat my phone down, checking on the rice when my phone went off. It was Perrie.

Don't sweat it, love. I completely understand. Just keep that baby safe and tell Marcel I said not to do anything stupid. Love you all. xoxo

I smiled and laid my phone down, taking the rice off the stove as Marcel walked in.

"Kellyn asleep?" He asked, sitting at the table. I made his plate and sat it in front of him.

I nodded, "she passed out while I was feeding her, why?"

"Do you think we could move her crib to out near us?" He asked, sounding slightly.

I raised an eyebrow as I sat down, "why?"

"I'd just.." he paused, "prefer she be near us,"

"Baby, she's fine," I chuckled, giving him a reassuring smile.

"No, I'm gonna go move her crib out here so we can see her," Marcel stood up, walking toward her room. I sighed. He was so caught up on making sure Kellyn and I were okay at all times. That meant, he got some app to track my phone and would call me every half an hour, on the hour. I watched as Marcel emerged from the nursery, pulling the crib slowly along with him, a worried smile on his face as he gazed at our
daughter, then turned to me.

"Am I weird for this?" He whispered as he sat down.

I shook my head, "you're just worried,"

"But am I weird?" He asked, looking me dead in the eyes.

"I don't think you are," I shrugged.

"But does that mean I am?" He said, sounding a bit worried.

"You need to calm down, Marce." I said, looking at his frantic form.

He shook his head, pushing his plate away, "I'm not hungry,"

"Marcel, you're being stupid, eat." I ordered.

"Oh, so I'm not weird, just stupid," He said, standing up, "thanks, Olivia."

"You know what I meant!" I exclaimed, in complete disbelief he was like this.

"You know, I'm just trying to protect you guys!" He screamed, "I didn't have to be part of this."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" I said, feeling my stomach knot.

"I married you because I was afraid you'd get hurt and I wanted to protect you," Marcel yelled.

"Is that it!?" I screamed, feeling tears falling.

"I'm going to bed," He said, shaking his head and walking toward our bedroom.

"So, you didn't even love me?" I screamed, "you were just worried!"

"Goodnight, Olivia." Marcel yelled and then the door slammed.

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