Seven Weeks later…
"Hey pregnant, pretty girl," Mark said, coming into the room and taking his tie off.
Olivia was lying in bed reading a magazine and eating chocolates "Hi," she smiled up at him.
"How was your day?" Mark asked as he lay down next to her and kissed her baby bump.
"Full of food, movies and magazines. You?" Olivia asked as she put her magazine down.
"Full of criminals, bullets and files" Mark answered smirking. Olivia just chuckled.
"Kiss," she demanded of him.
Mark gave her a kiss and rested his head on her shoulder.
"Tomorrow is the doctor's appointment for the ultrasound," Olivia mentioned off handedly.
"Oh…I forgot, I told Brad I would step in for him cause he has to take Casey to one of those pregnancy classes."
"Oh well its ok, James can drive me there it's not a big deal" Olivia said as she picked up her magazine again to hide the disappointment on her face.
"No, no, it's fine I'll see if Logan can take my place, I wouldn't miss this for the world," Mark reassured her quickly.
"Ok, I'm going to go to bed, I'm really tired" Olivia said as she sat up.
"You ok?" Mark asked even though he knew she was having mood swings.
"Yea, I'm just tired that's all," Olivia answered as she gave him a kiss. "I want you to talk to James."
"About what?" Mark asked, slightly confused.
"Well their senior prom is coming," Olivia said smirking.
"Ok, ok, I got it, the sex talk," Mark smiled with understanding.
"Want to do it now?" Olivia asked grinning evilly.
"You say that like I have a choice," Mark mumbled as he got off the bed "What should I say?"
"You're the dad, figure it out."
Mark nodded and headed out of the room.
"Mark wait," Olivia called after him.
He stopped, turning back around to look at his beautiful, pregnant wife "What?"
"Take this to the kitchen and bring me water," Olivia said handing him the box of chocolates.
Mark rolled his eyes and took it "Maybe I can tell James that he will get bossed around when he knocks up a girl and he might be scared to have sex."
Olivia laughed and threw the magazine at him. Mark chuckled loudly and went to the kitchen, returning quickly with her water.
"Thank you," Olivia smiled giving him a kiss. Mark nodded and returned the kiss before he left the room again to go talk to James.
He walked up to James's room and scratched his head; he started to pace around in front of the door, not sure what to say.
He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"What's up?" James called, not bothering to look up.
Mark stepped inside the room "Can I talk to you for a second?" he asked seeing James lying on his bed reading a car magazine.
"Everything ok?" James asked sitting up. He heard the nervousness in his father's voice and it made him apprehensive.
Mark took the chair James had by his desk and brought it closer to the bed "Yea, we just need to talk."
"Ok," James said sitting up and putting the magazine he had been reading on his bed. "What's up?"
"Well I know your prom is coming up and I'm not so old that I don't know what goes on," Mark began; unsure if this was the right way to broach the topic.
"Oh god dad c'mon," James whined.
"James…" Mark thought for a second and then looked at the magazine James was reading, "Sex is like…sex is like when you get your license."
James let out a deep breath and shook his head "Oh god," he felt embarrassed for his father at that moment.
"Listen James, when you're younger you hear about what it's like to have your license from friends or from TV but when your older and have a chance to…experience it for yourself-"
"Dad c'mon I don't want to have this talk" James whined, effectively interrupting his father and shaking the momentary confidence that Mark had managed to work up.
"James your prom is coming up and I need to talk to you about this," Or your mom will make me sleep on the couch tonight. Mark put a hand on his eldest son's shoulder "Now with power comes responsibility, when you get the opportunity you pick the car you want, and you will pick the girl you want, so you have to be good to that car so it doesn't break down on you. You have to feed it gas or in our case buy lots of nice gifts."
James chuckled a little. "Dad I'm not stupid."
"You're a guy, we're always stupid when it comes to girls" Mark said shaking his head "When you ride, I mean drive," Mark quickly corrected himself, "that car you have to make sure you have the right protection."
They heard a knock on the door.
"Come in! Please come in!" James quickly yelled out. He was willing to take any interruption at this point if it would save him from his father's car metaphors.
Jenny burst into the room "Can I borrow your history book?" she asked hurriedly.
James got off the bed and went to his backpack. He decided to take his time finding it; he knew that as soon as he did, Jenny would leave and the talk would resume.
"What are you doing here?" Jenny asked, looking at Mark.
"Is that the way to greet your father?" Mark asked shaking his head. Jenny smiled and gave him a hug.
"He is giving me the sex talk," James answered smiling sarcastically as he continued to rummage through his backpack. Jenny laughed.
"Laugh all you want Missy but you're going to get one from your mother" Mark told her with a grin.
Jenny rolled her eyes. As James was getting the book his backpack fell and a condom slipped out.
Jenny and Mark both just stared at the small packet as James quickly retrieved it and threw it back into his backpack.
"I think you are a little too late for that talk dad, bye, bye" Jenny said quickly grabbing the book from her brother and leaving the room. She was sure she didn't want to be around for what was going to happen next
"So that protection speech you meant car insurance, right?" James asked grinning awkwardly in an effort to distract his father from what had just happened.
"Did you have sex yet?" Mark asked calmly.
"I…Well I…" James stammered.
"Did you?" Mark was slowly losing his grip.
"I…um…" James said nervously. Mark got off the bed and took James and put him over his shoulder "Wow dad, damn you are strong. What the hell are you doing?"
Mark said nothing and carried him out of the room and down the stairs.
"Dad c'mon!" James protested.
Jenny came out of her room and started to laugh seeing Mark with James over his shoulder. She quickly followed, keeping a careful distance.
"Look Jimmy flies also" Matt said standing in the kitchen with Mike. Both of the twins laughed and followed Mark.
Mark opened the door to his room and carried James inside. The parade of on lookers followed him inside.
Olivia quickly looked up seeing her husband carrying her son "What is going on?"
Mark placed James on the floor "James you think twice now," He pointed to Olivia's baby bump "Are you ready for that?"
"Great speech dad," Jenny said sarcastically, smiling at her father's utter ridiculousness.
"Thank you sweetheart," Mark said with a nod.
"Dad I'm not stupid, I wore protection," James said rolling his eyes.
"Wore?" Olivia asked in a loud voice "You mean you already…oh god."
"Thanks dad, have a pregnant lady yell at me," James mumbled as he got off the floor.
"Do you mean like a helmet protection?" Mike asked from the doorway, he was blissfully unaware of the seriousness of this discussion "Cause daddy said we have to wear helmets when we learn to ride our bikes."
"Yes Michael, James has to wear a helmet as well, now go play with Matt," Mark answered hurriedly in an effort to get his younger children out of earshot; this discussion was not for them.
Mike shrugged and followed Matt to their room.
Mark and Olivia looked over at Jenny. "What? I have to go also?" They kept looking at her "Fine. Good luck bro" She turned around to leave but stopped. "Your history book wasn't anywhere near…"
"No!" James yelled extremely embarrassed.
"Just checking, it was nice knowing you" She smirked and left the room closing the door behind her.
Mark and Olivia looked over at James. "Guys c'mon," he shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny.
"Why didn't you talk to your father about this?" Olivia asked crossing her arms on her chest.
"Because he would have told you and you would have freaked out," James answered.
"When and with who?" Mark asked.
"I'm your kid not your suspect jeez," James whined.
"James Marcus Anderson you better not…" Olivia started angrily.
"Ok, ok, just don't do the whole name on me. Like the beginning of senior year"
"Who?" Mark asked crossing his arms on his chest mirroring his wife.
"I don't want to say," He answered quietly.
"Hey don't make me set her off on you" Mark pointed to Olivia "She has PMS and you don't want to get on her bad side" Olivia just gave him a look. Mark shrugged "Well you do"
"Who was it James?" Olivia asked looking at her first born.
"I don't want to say her name," James said quietly.
"At least we know it's a her" They heard Jenny by the door and started to laugh hysterically.
"Jenny!" Mark and Olivia yelled at the same time.
"Gone," they heard her say, soon followed by the sounds of footsteps heading up the stairs.
"James?" Olivia asked looking over at him.
"If I tell you, you have to promise, swear you won't tell her father?" he begged.
"Promise" Olivia and Mark said in unison, both nodding.
"It's…um…Elizabeth Stabler"
"What!" Olivia yelled.
"Oh my god, your partner is going to murder our child" Mark mumbled as he buried his face in his hands.
"How, for heavens sake James how?" Olivia asked looking at him.
"I don't know, we saw each other and started talking and one thing lead to another and…oh my god I'm going to die aren't I?"
"I'll stash you in witness protection to save you" Mark teased.
"Mark!" Olivia yelled, to her the mention of witness protection wasn't funny. James let out a chuckle. Olivia quickly looked over at him. He instantly got quiet.
"You guys won't tell him will you?" James asked.
"I like having my child around for another sixty years, so no" Olivia answered, "You're grounded"
"What, for having sex?" James asked, incredulously.
"For not talking to your father first, go to bed," Olivia answered and lay down in bed.
"Dad?"
"You heard your mother," Mark answered. He wasn't about to contradict Olivia, especially since he completely agreed with her.
"Goodnight," he mumbled, leaving their room and heading up to his own.
Jenny was sitting by one of the vents eavesdropping "You did Elizabeth Stabler?"
"Shut up" James mumbled as he went to his room.
"I can blackmail you, you know that right?" Jenny asked smiling, watching him flop down on his bed.
"I know," James groaned as he turned to the other side. Jenny smiled, getting off the floor and headed to her own room.
Mark paced around the room while he unbuttoned his shirt. "What if Elliot finds out?"
"He wont," Olivia answered as she got under the covers.
"But what if he does? He is going to murder him isn't he? I mean Elliot has anger problems and this might throw him over the edge"
"Elliot will not murder our son, get to bed you paranoid freak."
Mark rolled his eyes and took off his pants.
"You're sexy," Olivia smiled looking at him with boxers and a white tank top pressed to his muscular body.
"Not a good time Olivia, we just found out that our son slept with the one girl we know is supposed to be Virgin Mary…" Mark teased. Olivia threw a pillow at him. "What? Well it's true"
"Get to bed."
Mark took the pillow and put it where it was supposed to be and laid down next to her and gave her a kiss "Love you baby," he kissed her stomach "Love you too baby."
Olivia gave him a kiss "Love you, goodnight."
"Goodnight."
Brad walked through the kitchen and slipped on the ice cream Casey put in the freezer but didn't properly close the door so it slipped out and melted. "Damn it Novak!"
"What did you do?" Casey called over from the couch as she put chips in her mouth and watched a movie.
"I think I broke something," Brad whined slowly sitting up.
"Ok," Casey mumbled still keeping her eyes glued on the T.V.
Brad got up and groaned, "Are you listening to me?"
"Ok."
"I'm sleeping with Olivia."
"Ok" Casey mumbled "What?" She yelled looking over at him.
Brad smiled "I love you, keep watching TV."
Casey smiled "I love you too," She turned to look at the TV.
Brad rolled his eyes as he cleaned the floor and threw away the ice cream. "Pregnant woman," He mumbled to himself as he finished cleaning the kitchen. He took off his shirt that was covered with ice cream and threw it in the bathroom.
"Baby get me milk please?" Casey called over to him.
Brad rolled his eyes "Jeez you're annoying."
"No I'm not." Casey protested.
He poured her milk in a glass "Trust me I would know."
"Leave me alone," Casey said in a low voice.
He brought the milk over to her and sat down "What's bothering you?" he asked kissing her cheek.
"Nothing, you're just picking on me," she informed him, accepting the milk.
Brad smiled "I pick on you cause I love you, you know that."
"But still…" Casey mumbled and started to cry. Brad took her in a hug knowing it was her mood swings.
"Oh honey," He whispered stroking her hair and took the milk and put it on the table. "I don't have to talk at all if you want."
Casey let out a long sob "You don't understand."
Brad nodded and kissed her cheek and moved her hair out of her face. "You want chocolate?" he asked, making her an offer that she rarely refused.
Casey nodded as she wiped her eyes.
Brad got up and got her ice cream and a bottle of fudge. He got a spoon and came back to her. "Open" He instructed. Casey opened her mouth. He squirted some fudge in her mouth then his own.
Casey smiled "Thanks," she muttered around the fudge.
"Better now?" Brad asked as he took a spoonful of ice cream and fed it to her.
She nodded and rested her head on his chest "Thank you"
"Of course, you're my fiancé, I have to feed you chocolate when you burst out crying randomly on me" He teased as he took some ice cream in his mouth and then put it all on the table.
Casey smiled as she traced over the two tattoos he had on his chest "What does that mean?" She asked looking at the Chinese symbols.
"Romantic Love"
"That's sexy"
"You're sexy," He whispered kissing her on the head.
Casey smiled and gave him a kiss, snuggling closer to him. Brad smiled and put his hand on her stomach, wrapping his other arm around her waist, holding her as they watched TV together.