Who is he?

“Nice to meet you Olivia”' Elijah muttered, her name rolling off his tongue perfectly. He had a jewish accent underneath his almost exquisite pronunciation that one would have to focus hard to notice, piquing her curiosity about his origin.

Olivia swallowed hard this time around, in a bid to avoid another embarrassing stammer. “Nice to meet you too,” She responded.

They sat in comfortable silence after that. The humming of the birds in the garden vibrating through the stillness. It was a wonderful distraction that reduced the awkwardness of the quiet stretch of time.

When he cleared his throat out of nowhere, her gaze shifted from staring at the pond and back to him.

“You shouldn't be out here” he stated.

“What do you mean?” Olivia asked, confused.

“I meant, you shouldn't be engaging in too much strenuous activity when you are close to delivery” Elijah commented, staring pointedly at her belly.

Olivia turned away from him, flushing in shame. Sometimes, she always forgot that eve