Olivia Dunham opened her eyes from sleep. Awoken by light screams from the adjacent room, Liv turns her head to see Lincoln Lee nuzzled in to where her collarbone meets her neck. Groaning, he shifts and his arm crawls to wrap around her torso. He opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is her fire red hair. He pulls her closer, and she giggles. "I need to go to Henry," she whispers, the cries fading off in to the background as her voice floods his senses.
"No, stay," he protests softly. Pulling her closer and holding her tighter, she turns her body towards him. Liv locks eyes with Lincoln. She leans in to kiss him, but stops when she hears a faint chiming from his cuff.
He sighs and reaches up to his ear. "This is Captain Lee." He listens for a moment, shooting Liv a glance. "I'll be right in." He listens for a moment more, then replies, "Call Agent Francis, and I'll get Agent Dunham." He smiles at her, and she brings her thumb to her mouth, nibbling it lightly.
Reaching to turn the cuff off, he laughs. "You really shouldn't do that, you know." Liv holds his gaze, not moving her thumb from her mouth. Lincoln leans in close. "Kiss me."
Liv was happy to oblige him. As their lips meet, Liv melts against him. Her thoughts of work and Henry slipped to the back of her mind as Lincoln wrapped his arms around her and her hands tangled in his hair.
She was brought abruptly back to reality, though, by a scream radiating from the next room. Lincoln held her for one last moment, then relaxed his hold. "I'll go take care of Henry, you get dressed. We gotta go."
They stood from the bed. Lincoln looks back as he walks out of the room to catch Liv closing the bathroom door. The shower starts and Lincoln turns.
Walking in to the next room, the crying gets louder. Lincoln leans over the crib and reaches inside. The second his hands reach the baby, his crying stops. He pulls him up and sits the child in the crook of his arm. "Hey, big man." Henry's hand stretches towards Lincoln's face eagerly, as if saying "hello".
Lincoln works his way through the kitchen and towards the fridge for a bottle. He pops the rubber nipple in Henry's mouth and he drinks hungrily.
Leaning his back against the counter, Lincoln watches as the infant feeds. As the milk in the bottle disappears, Henry's eyelids fall lower and lower. When the bottle is empty, the baby is asleep again.
As Lincoln drops the empty bottle into the sink, Liv walks out of the bedroom. She looks at the sleeping child and smiles. "I guess I don't get to tell him good morning," she whispers. She reaches out and Lincoln places him gently in her arms.
She takes him and rocks him back and forth, humming. Lincoln watches her, awestruck by how this woman has transformed since the birth of her son.
As she slowly returns him to the crib, Lincoln thinks about how this child has affected her, affected him, affected the both of them together.
Ever since that night, when Lincoln thought he lost her, he made a deal with himself that he would raise this boy as his own, no matter what. And now he was curious and excited to find out just how much he would get to do just that.