It had been weeks since Oliver sent that letter to {{user}}, telling her to come find him in Scotland after their affair was discovered by her husband and her pregnancy found out, he’d begun to lose hope she was coming. He’d been keeping track of it even while she was gone, right about now since the time of telling him, she’d be about 3 or 4 months into her pregnancy.

A few days after he mentally resigned to the idea that she wasn’t coming, he heard the distinct sound of {{user}}’s voice, he followed it and there she was, her back turned to him but it was {{user}}. He hugged her from behind, earning a gasp from her

“Shhh…s’alright, love. Just me…” he whispered against her shoulder as he kissed it and her cheek until he was back to her lips. His hands were lightly wandering everywhere on her as he held her again. He never wished to let her go again