Olivia Sparks

"No, Finn! That's a sword! It's a sword baby!" Oliver exclaimed, holding out his index finger. He tried his best to hold the anger that bubbled in his stomach upon seeing his son's big confused eyes. He glanced at Ava who was seething at him for accidentally raising his voice at their son. Passing by her brother, Olivia tutted, "Way to crush your son's dreams, Ollie. Not cool." Oliver scratched his head, wondering why he looked like the bad guy. He glanced to his left when he felt a hand clamped on his shoulders. "You too?" he asked, when Maxen shook his head in disagreement. Rushing over to where his family was, Oliver tried to coax his son, but the little dumpling ignored him and buried his face in Ava's c.h.e.s.t. Upon reaching the stables, the men were busy helping and teaching Finn to ride his new pony while the ladies found shelter under the big oak tree. Taking a sip of a pomegranate mimosa, Emily fueled their conversations, starting off with the latest development in her and Wyatt's relationship. "I did it, girls." She held her chin up, proud of her achievement. "What? What have you done this time, Emily?" Ava's beady eyes grew twice its size. If she remembered it correctly, the last time Emily did something was when the sweet girl turned into a human sushi. "Shhh! So loud this girl," Emily shushed the girl to her left, which is Ava, planting a finger on the latter's lips. "I gave Wyatt a warning that… if he has no plans of marrying me then…we might as well break-up." Ava's knees buckled at Emily's bold statement. She couldn't imagine how Emily has the courage to voice out her thoughts. Sometimes, she wished she could do it too. "And what did Wyatt say?" Olivia followed up with a question, taking a sip from her flute. She waved her hands back when Maxen waved in their direction. "He was quiet. I know he has a lot of things going on his head, but I can't wait for him forever. I have this thing between my legs called a v.a.g.i.n.a and I can set up shop anywhere I want to. That's what I told him."  Emily downed her drink. The sparkling c.o.c.ktail refreshed her parched throat. Ava, ever the optimist, advised, "Emily, just give him more time. You haven't found his child yet. Maybe that's what's holding him back."  She bit the insides of her cheeks when she saw Emily averting her stare from her to Olivia. With a flat voice, Olivia said, "Maxen told me who she is." Thankful that everybody's on the same page, Emily tattled, "I have thought about that too, Ava. I have thought of all the possibilities why he can't bring himself to pop the silly question. And I hate myself for looking desperate. But I can't play saint forever by helping him find him or her, whatever that child's gender is."  Emily took a sharp breath. She adjusted her belt when she suddenly felt suffocated. Continuing, Emily softly spoke, "That Xandra must be rotting in hell. How could she do that to a baby? Leaving clues in her portraits like a precious life is a prize on a treasure hunt? Sometimes, I think she's just messing us up for messing her life up. You know, there's not a day that I didn't wish for an end in this maze that Xandra created." "Xandra and Wyatt created," Olivia corrected, clanking her flute against Emily's. Coming to Wyatt's defense, Emily insisted, "It was a drunken night, Livi darling. I was there when it happened. We were playing truth or dare. Then it happened. The three of us happened." Ava's ears burned red. She couldn't look at Emily but she willed herself anyway. She had to ask her the question that's bugging her mind or else she would be able to sleep later that night because she couldn't bring herself to ask Oliver that question. "Is Oliver keen on those things too?" A wide-eyed bright smile painted Emily's face that the dark circles under her eyes vanished. "I don't know, Ava. How about you tell us what Ollie loves?"  She wiggled her brows and elbowed Olivia just so her gal pal would join her from roasting Ava. Unfortunately for Emily, a sister pact already formed between the sisters-in-law that she was not aware of. Emily's lips twitched when her Livi darling just rubbed her arm as if telling her she didn't want to play a part in her little game. Defeated, Emily sang, "Alright, ladies. Now that we're at it and I'm twenty percent intoxicated, I will let you in on the boy's secrets. One by one, Emily whispered to Ava and Olivia's ears. While Ava's hand flew to her mouth in shock, Olivia burst into a hysterical fit of laughter much to the men's confusion. After the friends had their brunch, Emily and Wyatt bid adieu to Maxen and the Lin Family. The remaining group then walked back inside the Notios Mansion with Maxen and Olivia leading the way to their mother's bedroom. Standing by the threshold, Oliver clamped his hand on Maxen's shoulders and let out a short breath to release his tension. "Thanks, Brother," Oliver offered his hand, ready to exchange their signature handshake. With his hands dipped in his pockets, it didn't take a second for Maxen to pull out his hands and accept Oliver's gesture.  "Go ahead," Olivia said, staying outside with Maxen. "Livi," Oliver protested, however, Ava squeezed his arm before he could say another word. "Okay. But Livi, you can't run away from her forever." "I'm not running away. I'm just giving her more time to let things sink in. Gooo," Olivia pushed her brother in. When the doors closed, Maxen coiled his arms around her waist, hugging her from the back. "What made you laugh so loudly earlier?" he asked, sniffing the crook of her neck. "Nothing. I just realized why Fiona was your favorite." Maxen bit the shell of her ear. "Care to share what came into your mind?" Looking up to meet his eyes, a slow and s.e.xy smile danced on Olivia's lips. She trailed off, tiptoeing to level her mouth into his ears, "That you like…" This time, it was Maxen's turn to burst into a laughter that echoed in the mansion's hallways.