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They did work well together, but they never revisited their intimacy. She did catch him staring at her a few times, but other than that he thankfully, did not initiate anything.
Her life changed dramatically in a span of 16 hours. She woke up to water dripping down her leg. Then a whirlwind, as she called Duke, and the rest, as they say, is history.
She is lying on the hospital bed, a baby in her arms.
Her baby.
She had to get an emergency c-section, but she didn't care. This little baby is everything. He took to her breast like a champ, just like daddy, she laughs to herself, sadness threatening to consume her.
He looks so much like Graham.
Duke comes in with balloons and teddy bears. “Are we ready to go!” He says with real enthusiasm. He comes straight over and takes the baby from her without any prompting. He would make a great father one day just not with her.
He bops the baby up and down. "So, what shall we call you? Sport, buddy, maybe?" He coos to the baby in his arms.
"Oliver,” Melody says. "His name is Graham Oliver Grace she thinks to herself with a happy smile on her face.
"Ollie, it is!" Duke grins. "Let's go home, little Ollie!"
One Month later
Melody
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Little Oliver is a little over a month old now, and he is the best baby in the whole world.
He eats well and burps loudly, and everything he does is perfect. Okay, so she may be a little biased, but still.
Duke sits with him on the rocking chair he bought for them before Oliver was born. Gazing down at Ollie with love shining in his eyes. He certainly looks the part of a doting father. Her heart clenches, she really shouldn't let Duke get too attached, but he has been her biggest support system.
"We really can't pretend he's mine, huh? Look at that full head of black hair, his skin is also darkening up a little too." His gaze meets Melody's, sadness overshadowing the happiness in his eyes for just a beat.
"Yeah." She breathes out. She didn't want to ever have this conversation with him. With anyone, really.
"I think I can guess who the father is. Do you want me to?" He asks.
"No, Duke. I really don't." She says to him, going back to folding tiny socks into a little mound on the kitchen table. A sharp knock on the door pulls their attention away from the tension in the room.
"Open up assholes, I wanna see my nephew!" Marisol yells from the other side.
Melody gets up with a bemused grin. ‘Sorry,’ she mouths to Duke.
He rolls his eyes, laying his head on the back of the chair. Opening the door for her friend, Melody is completely taken aback by the sheer amount of bags this girl has on her.
"Are you planning on moving in or what?”
"I’m staying for the month, girl, this bag is for me and thesseee are for Oliver!! Now let me at him.” She says, pushing the bags into Melody’s arms.
"Dickhead!" She says in greeting.
"Marisol." Duke tips his head up.
"Give me my nephew." She says to him, her excitement bubbling over. She pulls Oliver out of his hands. "Don’t worry about him little Ollie, Tia is here now to save you from that ugly, ugly, man. Yes, she is."
Duke gets up from his chair. "Always a pleasure, Marisol." He says, walking towards the front door.
"Are you heading out?" Melody asks.
