"Good morning, Mr. And Mrs. Potter," Carrie-Anne glides slowly around her messy kitchen and signals us to sit on the kitchen table filled with antique lamps and dolls.

Ollie eyes the dolls with suspicion but pulls my chair and I sit close next to him, pushing some of the stuff to clear a spot for my breakfast plate. "How did you sleep?" She continues over the sound of sizzling bacon, American bacon.

"Good, thank you." I say smiling. Ollie's arm hooks around the back of my chair and his fingers twirl my hair  around his finger.

He hasn't stopped touching since last night and I hope he never stops.

Two full plates reach us and Ollie digs in quickly, continuing with his twirling of my hair.

I stare at the american breakfast spread as a thought takes route and an old feeling of dread grows.

I have until November then we will both separate again.

Ollie and I have always been on a time frame. This concept is one that has haunted our relationship since before I could remember.

I take the bacon and bite into it, it crumbles inside my mouth but I'm unable to taste the amazingness of it because unlike leaving Jeremy for my mission trips I was regretting this one.

Five months without seeing him is a lot. And where I go doesn't allow for facetime calls. Email and snail mail would be the only way we'd be in touch.

And that's a rarity as it is.

My insecurities rear their ugly faces and I slouch in my chair when I realize not only will speaking to Ollie be almost out of the question but while I'm wherever I am he will be filming a fucking sequel to a romance film with one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen.

I drop the bacon, losing my appetite.

"You alright, Murry? Food okay?" Ollie asks.

"No, yeah." I answer much too quickly.

I trust Oliver. I know nothing would happen. But I still don't like it and I don't like that I'm actually considering not going with the Red Cross.

I love my job. It fulfills me.

"You sure?" Ollie prods, concerned slightly.

I offer him a convincing smile and nod twice.

Ollie says something next to me, but I'm too much in my thoughts.

Is it wrong to second guess my career for him?

Five months is just such a long time.

"Murry? Did you hear me? I'm thinking about posting this picture too?"

My eyes snap to his phone and see the photo of the plants in the tub he snapped last night. I nod again.

I continue my inner argument while I force myself to eat then finish on canceling my trip with the Red Cross and asking for a shorter detail.

I can do it but don't want to be gone for five months.

Compromise. Something I didn't do with Jeremy.

"I'm doing one of the room too. Everyone is going to lose their minds trying to guess where the fuck I am." I hear him say as I scoop a fried egg into my mouth and smile at him.

I'm happy with my decision. A little guilty, but happy.

After breakfast we went back to our room, made love, then got dressed, cuddled and took more selfies for ourselves. I talked Oliver into going for a walk and he begrudgingly agreed.

He dresses in his usual track pants, white shirt, and cap while I put on jean shorts and a white blouse. We each take our phones for photos and start our walk in the country.

This place is beautiful with the mountain faces in perfect view framing the tiny town in the middle.

We're surrounded by farmland and the wind that funnels through the mountains carries with it the light smell of farm animals which Ollie notes everytime the breeze blows by.

We snap photos, hold hands, talk, and meander.

I've never felt so complete in my life.

Spotting shade under a tree near a log-wood paddock fence  I unlock my phone, "I'm going to post the landscape photo." I say, knowing the selfies I took with Ollie would be off limits. I still wasn't ready for his world to know that we're together. That will take more time. Much more time to adjust to.

Ollie joins me under the tree and unlocks his phone, "Sweet."

An old barn in the distance comes alive with the sounds of an engine while the sounds of cows mooing blends into it.

I connect to my 4G service and within a half second my phone is vibrating incessantly in my hand.

"Erm," Ollie says staring at his phone, "Ermmm." He says louder while my phone continues to blow up.

Then missed calls and text messages come through.

"Shit, Murry, you posted a photo of the room last night?" Ollie asks quickly.

"Ye-" My eyes snap up to meet his realizing he'd told me he was posting one of the very unique room this morning.

My mouth goes dry and my heart hammers in my chest.

My thumbs fly around the screen of my phone as I close out of the notifications from my family and his and open the instagram app finding the first photo of the feed not of the room we shared, or the potted plants in the tub. Or even of the cows, or mountains I'd posted yesterday.

But it's a picture of Ollie's and my legs tangled as we're cuddled on the small bed from last night while we were snapping selfies and talking.

Heat fills my face. I know it's my legs and Ollie's. Our faces are no where in sight. But the room in the background with it's unique wallpaper and hand painted mossy green trim is.

"Murry, I think we've been caught." I hear Ollie's voice somewhere off in the distance as my ears now burn.

"N-no, no." I say scrolling furiously. "Why did you post this?!"

"I asked you at breakfast!" He defends himself and then his phone rings, "For fucks sake-- it's Denise."

"Answer it!" Maybe she can fix this.

"Good morning Denise-" Ollie answers coolly while I find his photos and spot we've both posted pictures of the room we shared last night. "Yeah, about that-."

Oh my God

The comments are coming in and I can't do anything to stop them. Everyone is tagging themselves, this person, that person, and me on the photo Ollie posted.

If Ollie had been the only one to post the photos, it would have been fine. But because I did as well, it confirms who he is with and that we are cuddled on the bed.

"Oh my Gosh." Embarrassment fills my veins and I read some of the comments.

"I knew they were fucking!"

"Ollie Thomas just did an interview saying he wasn't dating anyone! I say it's a one night stand!"

"Does anyone know where this place is?!"

"Oh my God!" I close out of the app and glare up at Ollie who is rubbing his face still with the phone held to his ear.

"I didn't know she posted anything last night-." He argues with Denise, "No, we didn't-- I asked her this morning. If I knew she posted last night I wouldn't have put that shit on there."

Denise speaks and Ollie plants a fist to his hip nodding.

Meanwhile, I'm officially screwed.

If I delete my instagram the pictures have already been saved in a thousand different places by a thousand more people. It's out there and I can't get it back.

Ollie hangs up the phone and let's out a frustrated breath, "Right, so. Clearly you know what's going on?"

"Why would you post the selfie?!" I nervously stroke my hair.

"It wasn't a selfie, and you okayed it this morning at breakfast, Muriel."

Shit! I wasn't listening, I was dealing with figuring out what I was going to do in November.

"This is fine, it's not the end of the world. In fact...I rather like this." Ollie begins as a smile forms over his lips.

"It is the end of the world, Oliver! I'm normal! I-I go for walks!" That's now out of the picture. My privacy is practically gone.

He laughs and grabs my shoulders, "It's fine, you can still go for walks, just calm down."

Easy for him to say.

He continues trying to comfort me, "This was all an accident. I didn't realize you posted on instagram last night. And I asked you if the pictures I posted were alright with you."

"I know," I shoot back. This is my fault. I wasn't thinking.

The loud engine if the tool firing off in the distance sputters, then jams, then an earpeircing scream echoes in the distance chilling my heated skin down to the bone.

Ollie turns away from me to face the barn, following the heart stopping wail.

Throwing his arms from my shoulders I sprint around him, knowing exactly what that scream is.

That is a scream from someone who will die if I don't get to them fast enough.

Hello 😁

I told you when I get close to the end I avoid it like the plague lol thank you Lelelelele111 for not allowing me to forget this one lol

So, thoughts on Murrys career decision?

Thoughts on the big Instagram oops?

And wtf happened In that barn?