She watched as the snow fell from the dark sky, swirling and gathering on the streets below. It was impossible to tell how deep it was; it was still dark and all she could see was the snow that had gathered by the street light that cast it's glow into her apartment. She let out a deep breath, watching her breath fogged the window, crystals glittering against the harsh orange light from the street light.
Stirring behind her caught Olivia's attention and she turned to see Elliot turn over onto his stomach, his hand reaching out to her side of the bed. It would only be a few seconds before he woke up, looking for her.
Olivia woke most nights, unable to sleep and restless. She would sit in the living or by the window in their bedroom, on the window sill, looking out over the city, like she sat now. He too would wake most nights, some to find her sleeping softly next to him and others to find her in the living room or sitting on the sill of their bedroom. Tonight, he opened his eyes to find her sitting at the window, a blanket wrapped around her and her head resting against the window pane.
Elliot watched her for a moment, knowing that she knew he was awake. The first time he woke up after she had moved back in with him, he was afraid it'd been a dream. That she was gone again. And he was alone again. When he found her in the living room that night, sound asleep in the chair by the window, he had let out a long sigh.
She had promised she wouldn't leave again. It was only promised she'd ever made that he wasn't sure she would keep. "You okay?" His voice broke the silence and she nodded, her eyes still looking out the window. "Couldn't sleep?" She shrugged slightly, so slightly that he thought he might have missed it. Silence fell over them again as he watched her sitting by the window, still except for her breaths that fogged the pane lightly.
"It's cold outside," he said, shifting back to his side of the bed, "Why don't you come back to bed, where it's warm."
He saw her hesitation and began to grow concerned. "Olivia? Honey, what's wrong?"
"I'm pregnant." Whatever words he had been about to speak died before the left his lips.