A/N: I figured I owed everyone some major fluff after traumatizing you all with Fading Away yesterday. So, here it is! :) This will be a series of oneshots, ranging in length from a drabble to really long, showing Olivia and Rafael's baby (and later, older kid) adventures! :) I hope you all enjoy it! Please review!

Before this, before Olivia, Rafael had always had to set his alarm clock an hour before he needed to wake up simply because he ended up falling back asleep so many times.

Before, he had kept a coffeepot in his room, just so that he wouldn't have to walk to the kitchen to get it. He simply didn't do mornings before coffee.

But now, he had Olivia. And now, he woke up with her curled up beside him, head on his shoulder, arms around his waist, top of her head resting just under his chin. Her rounded belly pressed against his side, reminding him of how much more their lives would be changing any day now.

So now, when Rafael woke up, instead of trying to fall asleep as quickly as he could to make the most of that one hour he had before he had to wake up, he found himself looking at Olivia, listening to her breathe. Instead of reaching for the coffeepot, he reached for a glass of water, and then moved his free hand to caress Olivia's stomach, heart pounding with excitement every time he felt a kick.

He hadn't wanted a child at first. Babies were loud, messy, and demanding, three things he hated. But more than he hated babies, he loved seeing Olivia happy. And she'd been wanting a child of her own for so long. So he'd watched other couples with their infants and had tried to see if any sort of desire stirred up in him. None had. But eventually, he'd gotten himself to the point where he didn't hate the idea, which he figured was good enough, and so he had surprised Olivia one night.

They'd gone to their usual restaurant, unwinding from a long day at work over some good steak. Olivia had ordered some wine, and then, once their waiter had brought it and was out of earshot, Rafael had leaned forward.

"You might want to savor that," he'd said, sipping at his own glass.

"Why?" Olivia had replied.

He'd raised an eyebrow and said, lightly, "You might not be able to have any, soon. Well, unless you've decided you don't want to try for a baby after all, that is..."

Olivia had set her glass done, looking at him in shock. "You... you're serious?" she'd whispered. "You mean it?"

Rafael had turned serious, nodding. "I'll be honest- I'm going to need time to adjust. But... I want you to be happy. And, I think I might start to like the idea more as time goes on," he'd said.

And Olivia had given him a brilliant smile, leaning over the table and kissing him softly, then harder, hotter. He'd been breathless as she pulled away, both of them panting, looking at each other with desire clear in their eyes. They'd finished their wine quickly and had paid the tab and then left, cursing the traffic on the way to their apartment. They'd stumbled into the apartment and hadn't even bothered going to the bedroom, instead collapsing on the sofa and losing themselves in the passion. The sex had been hard and fast, but loving.

It had taken a few months of trying, but finally Olivia had came to him one day in his office while he was on his lunch break. She'd sat down in front of him, taken the coffee cup from his hands, and told him that it had finally worked, that he was going to be a father.

The pregnancy had been a whirl of emotions for them both. Rafael had gone from not feeling strongly one way or the other and only caring that Olivia wanted it, to feeling nervous and excited. The first ultrasound had made him think long and hard about his life, what it would be soon, and he had realized that he truly did want this. When he'd learned that they were having a girl, he'd immediately went out and bought a can of pink paint for the baby's room, had spent hours just walking in circles and trying to plan the layout for the furniture. And when Olivia had set his hand on her stomach and he'd felt the baby kick for the first time, his breath had been taken away.

Olivia had been ecstatic throughout the pregnancy, looking down at her stomach in wonder and delight, caressing it tenderly, often talking down to the baby inside. She wanted this more than anything else in the world, and watching her sheer joy always made Rafael smile in turn. He'd walk up to her, wrap his arms around her, whisper in her ear how beautiful she looked- because she did.

Now that she was officially on maternity leave, the two of them had more time together to plan and go out together. Rafael always tried to make her feel special and loved. At work, he was the same sarcastic, sassy man he'd always been, but at home, he let his soft side come out, not even hiding that he wanted to make her as happy and comfortable as possible.

Before Olivia, he would never have done that for anyone, except possibly his mother. But now, he had Olivia. Now, he had even started drinking significantly less coffee, just so that Olivia wouldn't have to feel left out since she was so strict about not having any caffeine while pregnant. No one before her would ever have made him consider it, no matter what they said, bribed or threatened him with. But he did it for her.

He moved his hand over Olivia's stomach, searching for where the baby's kicks would be landing. He finally found the spot and smiled at the steady rhythm under his hand. He let out a slow breath and closed his eyes, imagining what it would be like to hold her for the first time, to feed her, to rock her to sleep, singing softly as he nestled her against his shoulder. Even the thought of changing her diapers didn't detract from his excitement.

Olivia awoke beside him, stretching and reaching to kiss his cheek. "Mornin'," she yawned.

"Good morning," Rafael replied, kissing the top of her head. "Do you want to go back to sleep?"

"I'll wait until you leave for work," Olivia replied.

"Alright. I'll start breakfast," he said, easing Olivia off him and standing.

Before Olivia, Rafael had rarely bothered with breakfast. Sure, he loved eating, but not when his stomach, along with the rest of him, had barely woken up yet. Coffee sufficed well enough. But now his refrigerator was well-stocked with breakfast-y foods.

He pulled out a bottle of apple juice- orange seemed to give Olivia heartburn- and some eggs and cheese. He made Olivia a large omelet with two slices of toast, and for himself, he chose a raisin bagel, not feeling in the mood for something too hot.

Deciding to surprise Olivia- which he hadn't done often with anyone before her- he brought the plate and glass into the bedroom. "Here you go," he said, setting it in front of her on the bed.

"Thank you," Olivia said, beaming. She swallowed some apple juice and then kissed him deeply, wrapping one arm around his waist.

"I have to get ready," Rafael said, pulling away. "I'll be right back."

He showered, shaved, brushed his teeth, and then put his clothes on, choosing a deep purple tie with matching suspenders and socks. He pulled his shoes on, then returned to the bedroom, sitting on the bed besides Olivia and wrapping one arm around her shoulders.

"Ariana's loving this as much as I am," Olivia said, laughing. She grabbed Rafael's free hand and set it on her stomach, and Rafael felt her kicking hard.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Rafael asked, frowning.

"If she does it too hard, or if she hits something," Olivia admitted. "But usually, it's no problem."

Rafael nodded, and silence fell for a long moment. He looked down at Olivia's belly and sighed softly. "I can't wait to meet you, Ariana," he murmured, stroking over the spot where she was kicking.

Olivia leaned over and kissed him gently. "We've waited nine months. We can make it a few more days," she said encouragingly.

"I know," Rafael said, smiling and kissing her back. "I'm just excited."

Before Olivia, he would have felt embarrassed for showing his emotions like that.

"Well, I have to head out," Rafael said, sighing. He grabbed Olivia's empty plate and glass. "Have a nice day. Call me at lunch," he said, kissing her forehead, then her lips. Before Olivia, he hadn't been this gentle with... anyone, really.

He set the dishes in the sink, rinsed them, and then headed out the door with his briefcase. He stopped for a small coffee along the way, then came to his office and got to work. Olivia called at lunchtime, and they chatted as he ate a sandwich. Whenever he was needed, he headed to the courthouse and tried his cases, still as ferocious as ever.

He was in his office, consulting a law book to try and find a case he could use as precedent for an argument he was making, when his phone rang. "This is ADA Barba," he said without checking who it was.

"Rafael?" Olivia said nervously. "I'm in labor. And my water broke."

Rafael swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. "I'll be right there," he said, already standing and readying his things on the desk. "Have you called the doctor yet? How far apart are your contractions?"

"Every ten minutes, and they've been that way for two hours," Olivia said softly. "She told me to go ahead and go to the hospital."

"Alright. I'm on my way. Try to get everything ready," he said, heart pounding in his chest.

"Okay," Olivia said before hanging up.

Rafael gathered his things quickly and all but ran out of the building. He drove home, pushing the speed limit. Once he entered the apartment, he set his things down on the sofa, grabbed Olivia's bag, and then helped Olivia to her feet.

He wrapped an arm around her waist to support her as they walked to the elevator and watched her shift uncomfortably as another contraction hit.

Here we go, he thought, terrified but ecstatic.