Stefan's Manor

O L L I E

Throughout the entire day, I was latched onto Stef so tight not even air can come in between. Rather, Daddy doesn't want to let me go.

It took all of Isaac, Devon, and Trevor's convincing power to make Stefan pull away for a bit while complaining and whining on the side, as he threw sharp glares to his friends, getting more annoyed when the three ignored him and continued on chatting with me, and I giggle at their antics, my curls bouncing on my face.

Stefan just huffed and mumbled, buried his face on the crook of my neck as I leaned back so we can have more skin contact, and him humming in approval as he gave the flesh some nibbles that reduced me into a puddle of giggles.

Isaac cleared his throat, lifting his brow as he looked at me, then turned his attention to a pouting Stefan, and back at me again, as I bite my lip, stifling my laughter, and having some fun teasing the handsome doctor.

"Really? Why so childish, the both of you? Must you flirt every waking second?" He whined, annoyed, yet the small smile on his lips indicates otherwise.

Trevor and Devon shook their heads together, sharing sentiments with Isaac, but the amusement in their eyes gave them away. Isaac did what he must do and checked my body, if I still feel dizzy or if there's a chance that I might hyperventilate.

I shook my head and he gave me a small nod. He grabbed his bag from the couch near our bed and took out three bottles of what I assume to be pills. "Okay, Oliver. It seems like you're already doing fine, and will be much better if not for the koala hanging on you," Isaac mocked and scoffed at Stefan, but my daddy could not be bothered, as he tightened his arms around my waist, his other hand rubbing and fondling my thigh. I gasped when his fingers hovered on my inner thigh, not minding the little audience we had, but Isaac just rolled his eyes.

"Stefan, I'm telling you. If you don't pay attention, Oliver will be sleeping at my mansion. Indefinitely," Isaac said seriously, my eyes wide at his declaration, and in a snap, Stefan sat straight and focused his full attention on his friend, but still giving me small squeezes on my side, knowing that we both need to feel each other after what happened.

Isaac nodded and lifted an orange bottle. "This is for Oliver's anxiety. One pill for mild attacks, and two tablets for a full episode." I felt my daddy nod and received the orange bottle. "This red one is for his hyperventilation. One pill to calm him for mild attacks, and two for severe ones." Isaac handed the bottle to me and then he lifted a white bottle.

"Now, this is your vitamins, Oliver. This will strengthen your immunity and I suggest a balanced diet to help you reduce your stress. Stress is a major factor in your anxiety attacks. Stop overthinking. If you feel like everything is getting too much, get out of the situation and take a breather. Understand?" I nodded and smiled, pulling Isaac into a hug, mumbling my thank yous. He patted my back and can't help but laugh when Stefan cleared his throat, pulling me back to his chest.

"That's enough. But thank you, Isaac. I owe you big."

"Yes, you do. And you owe these two as well."

Isaac pointed to Trevor and Devon who are currently busying themselves with their phone. My daddy nodded and in just a few minutes, the three were out of our hair. Not after giving Stefan playful punches and slaps in the back which my daddy wholly receives, the silent conversations they had with their eyes were enough to tell me that everything is well.

"Baby boy?"

"Yes, daddy?" I turned around to face him, expecting to be welcomed by his gentle, beaming expression but my heart dropped when I saw his blank expression.

My heart rate spiked and my palms started to become clammy, as my mind began to do its job, playing different scenarios that never ended well. "A-are you still mad? Do you not...w-want me anymore?" The last question came out as a squeak, as my mouth refuses to utter the words that would decide whether or not I will stay with Stefan.

"If I said yes, what would you do? Would you run away again?" The coldness and the bite in his words got my eyes stinging with unshed tears, as my mouth opened and closed, no words being voiced out, the pain in my chest getting worse by the second.

I raised my chin and with tears streaming in my face, I immediately and confidently answered, "No. I won't. I made a huge mistake by letting my fear take over me, but not anymore. I'm willing to accept the things you will throw at me, just...don't ask me to leave. I can handle it--no matter how it breaks me-- if you take out your anger on me, just don't say you don't want me anymore. It's killing me, Stef. It hurts," I confessed, as I tore down my walls, letting him see the desperation and honesty in my eyes, as my fingers nervously grip and pull the hem of my jumper.

Stefan scoffed. "And you think I took you leaving me like a breeze? That the pain did not almost make me think that I'd rather end my life than live without you?" I froze at his words and wanted to say something but my mind just stopped working, and my mouth did the same. The revelation was so horrifying to me I feel like I was drained of my energy.

Stefan climbed down our bed and rubbed his face out of frustration, his emotions in full view. The hurt, the betrayal, and the sadness-- I can see them all and they are crushing me. "It hurt so bad, Ollie, and I'm still hurting. How can you leave me like that? Right after I told you my fears? Right after I bared my soul to you? Tell me, how can you pierce me with so much pain without a single glance? You left me, Oliver. With no explanation at all," he painfully accused as his beautiful green eyes mirrored the tone of his voice.

"Daddy--

"Was I not worth it, Ollie? Not a single goodbye? Not a single explanation? Not a single chance to let my side be heard?" Every word coming out of Stef's mouth is laced with so much pain, I can't help but sob as I reflect on the things I did, regretting and hoping that Stef would give me another chance.

I tried to wipe my eyes as it flows, lifting my gaze to meet Stef's green orbs that once was shining, but is now dull and full of hurt. "I--I'm sorry...but I love you. Please, please, please...Stef. Give me a chance. I'll do everything, just let me stay by your side." I all but bawl my eyes out, as my hand grip on my chest, the pain becoming unbearable every passing second that my pleas become unanswered, the crippling fear of not being able to wake up by his side is tearing me to pieces.

After a few seconds of silence waiting for him with bated breath, he exhaled sharply and whispered. "Everything?"

It took me a second to understand his question, but when I did, I vigorously nodded, pushing myself up in a kneeling position on the bed, my daddy on the foot of the bed, facing me.

"Everything. To make you forgive me."

"Why?"

"Because I love you."

"That's what you said yet you left me." I closed my eyes and accept the pain of his words, knowing that I deserve all of it.

"Yes, and I will make it up with you for my whole life." The words coming out smoothly, the prospect of spending my lifetime with Stefan did not even bother me. Rather, I would very much like to have that kind of reality.

Waking up and his face is the first thing I see and the last one before I went to sleep. Spending every moment with him, laughing, crying, arguing, then ending it with make-up sex. Traveling together, exploring each other's personalities, and getting to know our weird quirks and habits. Even just spending the whole day snuggling with him is the perfect day for me.

I would absolutely do everything to make that a reality.

"Then, marry me."

"Yes. Wait...what?"