If she'd known that people were thinking ill of Oliver Verity would have hated it. It wasn't that he was a bad guy. He just wasn't ready for all the things that Verity wanted from him. Commitment, responsibility, maturity... he simply wasn't that kind of person by nature.
"Thank you." Verity said, pulling herself up to her feet once more. It was starting to take more effort now. "I figure we'll put the crib here, when I get one. And some shelves over here. She's going to have a bigger wardrobe than I do."