Sammie screwed her eyes tight and tried to concentrate. She was in her room, in her robe and tender in all of the best places. Something had happened but for the life of her she couldn't remember what. Her stomach rumbled and just like that, her perfect weekend and her world crumbled to dust.
Olivia.
Jake's gorgeous, perfect actress ex girlfriend.
All Sammie could remember was hearing Jake's voice calling her name from afar as Sammie starred at the huge bump as Olivia ambled towards her, telling her they needed to talk. And now she was in her own bed, still rumpled and pungent from their rampant lovemaking and as ever, alone.
Groaning, Sammie sat up, her head as mussed as if she'd been drinking. She heard voices outside and realised Olivia was still there. Sammie wanted to scream, wanted to throw her out, wanted to howl to the heavens for stealing her precious memories. She wanted Jake to be with her now, ignoring Olivia and truly putting her first but even in the depths of pain, Sammie was still pragmatic enough to see that this had to be addressed. To think, they'd naively thought Rosie was the worst problem they had to face. This hadn't even registered.
Sammie dressed, throwing on jeans and her beloved Nirvana "Nevermind" tee. No point trying to compete with the glossy Hollywood brunette outside. She gripped the door handle as if trying to turn it through will power alone and held her breath. This wasn't about her now, this was about them. Jake had bared his soul to her and given her his heart. Sammie had to show him he hadn't thrown it away in vain, she had to be strong now, had to hear what came next, even if it destroyed them both.
"Baby!"
Jake stood as Sammie entered the room, wincing at the endearment that had once made her wet with arousal. Jake caught her reaction and stilled,
"Sammie. Are you okay? Can I get you anything?"
He reached for her but Sammie ignored him, standing before Olivia,
"Don't get up. I can't imagine it's easy in your condition."
Olivia took her hand and smiled. It seemed genuine but Sammie couldn't fight the urge to howl at the woman before her,
"Everything is harder now. Standing, walking, breathing. No-one tells you that part."
Sammie stared at Olivia, stunned at the similarities between them. Okay so Olivia was groomed to within an inch of her life, full face of make-up, Brazilian blow out and an outfit that seemed to embrace her blossoming body instead of hiding it. Beyond that, they had the same colouring, same hair, same eyes, same skin tone.
Sammie blinked as Olivia smiled at her and almost shunted back as identical dimples appeared on her cheeks, a mirror of her own. She glanced down to the Louboutin shoes and shuddered. Should a heavily pregnant woman even be wearing heels?
As if she read her thoughts, Olivia shrugged,
"I thought I needed to dress for battle."
Reaching down, Olivia pulled the shoes from her feet, sighing as she wriggled her toes into the rug,
"Now that... is... heavenly!"
Sammie stood stock still as Jake danced from foot to foot beside her. She felt his warmth, his tension and turned to him, seeing the pain in his eyes. He reached for her and despite herself, Sammie took his hands, squeezing gently.
"Maybe you should put some clothes on Jake?"
He glanced down to his naked torso and nodded blindly, heading for his room. Sammie turned to Olivia and sank down into the sofa, watching the other woman with trepidation,
"So?"
"It's his. That's why I'm here Sammie. Jake has a right to know."
Sammie grit her jaw, trying to remember everything her mother had ever taught her about being a lady. She wanted to lunge across and throttle the glossy vision before her but damped it down, choosing to glare instead. Olivia didn't seem fazed,
"He talked about you all the time. Sammie said this, Sammie did that. I hated you, you know, imagine how it felt knowing the man you were living with was in love with a ghost."
"I'm very real."
Olivia shrugged,
"And I'm very pregnant. Paper, rock, scissors."
Sammie hissed and if Jake hadn't walked back into the room, she would have struck Olivia. He sat beside her, holding Sammie's hand in his own and she felt his elevated heartbeat against her side,
"So what do you want Olivia?"
"You want to have this conversation... now?"
Jake nodded,
"Sammie and I are together now, whatever you have to say affects us all. I won't do this without her with me."
Olivia shrugged, her lips tight as she glared at Sammie,
"I have to say Jake, she seems nice enough but I was expecting more. After all those years of hearing about her, the truth is a little underwhelming..."
"BITCH!"
Jake gripped Sammie's hand and she bucked, wanting more than anything for this to be over. Sammie turned to Jake and felt his love surround her, Olivia may be very much in the present but she knew that she was his future,
"And such a lady Jake. You never mentioned the mouth on it!"
"Livvy! If you want me to choose between you and Sammie, I guarantee you will be the loser. So talk, say what you have to say and then go."
Olivia flipped her hair over her shoulder, looking like a shampoo advert, effortlessly glossy and always picture perfect,
"Fine! Well it's obvious that I'm pregnant and it's yours Jake. I could raise our child as a single mum but we both know that I'm not exactly the earth mother type so here I am."
Jake winced,
"You really expect me to believe it's mine?"
"Of course. Why wouldn't I?"
Jake shivered and Sammie wrapped her arm around his shoulders in support,
"Livvy... Since the day we met you have done nothing but lie to me. I followed you across the world and you repaid me by fucking half of LA. If it had a penis you were available. Your parent's should have named you Casting Couch!"
Sammie bit back her laugh as Olivia glared at him,
"I may have been unfaithful Jake, but you were hardly my dream lover. You were always working and you know how high my sex drive is."
"I worked those hours to provide for us because you couldn't book a job to save your life! Shitty actress, shitty person!"
"I still needed you Jake and you let me down."
"So you just fucked with abandon as a reaction to my trying to be there for us?"
Olivia huffed, glancing at Sammie for support and finding none there,
"I may have indulged Jake, but I never had sex without protection. Not even with you. Remember that weekend in Reno when the condom broke...? Say hello to the repercussions."
Jake howled,
"You fucking liar! Have you forgotten that STD I mysteriously contracted that you swore you knew nothing about! You screamed at me for days, accusing me of cheating on you. Honestly Livvy, that may have been the only thing you ever gave me! I thought I loved you and you treated me like shit on your $1000 shoes!"
Olivia stared at hem both indignantly and Sammie watched at the mask began to crack. Before her eyes the perfect face began to crumble and the picture perfect image began to shatter, tears falling and her face rumpled in distress,
"I DON'T KNOW JAKE!! I don't! I want it to be yours but I can't be sure! I was a bitch, a whore. A slut!. Are you happy now?!"
Jake stared as Olivia carried on, not needing to hear his reply,
