Neville heard Olivia too, and for that moment, he didn't want to move, locked in with Hannah's body like a puzzle piece fitting perfectly together. He watched her head fall back, and he leaned down to kiss her before rolling off of her, his hand coming across her stomach.
"I can go get her if you want," he offered, wondering how Olivia would take it if he showed up instead of Hannah, "Or...I can start the breakfast," he said, starting to sit up, rubbing his head with one hand, "You pick," he said, flashing a smile at her.