Summary: Olivia gets a wake-up call
Disclaimer: nothing is mine; I'm just having a little fun
a/n: totally au.
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Olivia threw herself out of bed and flew through the bathroom door with such force she almost missed the toilet.
She was more or less finished retching up a nice dinner of chicken parmesan and cheesecake when she felt a hand rubbing her back and soothing words being whispered into her ear. She heaved a few more times, then rested her head on the edge of the bowl. The cold washcloth startled her, but it felt so good she didn't complain. A few kisses on her neck and then she was alone.
Olivia sat for a few more minutes on the bathroom floor, resting. Her hand went to rub her stomach.
"Come on kid, we're a team here. Gotta work with me here. No more of these 4 am wake up calls, okay?"
She pulled herself up and made her way down the hall. She still wasn't certain she was doing the right thing, bringing this child into the horrible world she inhabited. But as she crawled into her partner's waiting arms she knew that she would do her very best for her child. Their child.