*Olivia’s POV*

“No… you’re not pregnant!” Dad looked at me, dazed, searching for an answer.

“No, Dad, I’m not,” I assured him. “Gabe’s just talking about his wish to be a father, but we haven’t decided anything yet.”

“Though we don’t use any contraception!” Gabe smirked, downing the rest of his wine in a mocking, provocative way.

“Olivia… you can’t be so reckless about this. It’s your life!” Rita said, her voice heavy with concern.

“I was ...