The sunlight poured in though the slightly opened window sending streams of light onto the sleeping lovers, still entangled in Olivia's black comforter. Olivia was awake. She laid there staring at the ceiling.

"Good Morning." Elliot's voice rang softly in the room.

Olivia smiled and turned on her side to face him. "Morning."

Elliot looked at her and moved closer pulling her to him and kissing her forehead. "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." She answered. Elliot gave a small laugh. "Nothing at all?"

"Nothing at all, El." She sighed and stretched, getting out of the bed and pulling on a robe.

Elliot stuck out his lip in a pouty manner. "Come back!"

Olivia didn't give an answer just walked out of the bedroom towards the kitchen. That's when it struck Elliot that something was wrong. He pulled on his boxers and got out of bed, groaning as his limbs cracked. He padded into the kitchen to find Olivia trying to cook eggs.

"Are you going to tell me what's bothering you?" Elliot whispered in her ear while his hands snuck inside the front of her robe. He nibbled on the side of her neck.

Olivia shivered involuntary and smiled tilting her head to the side. "Nothing, El. I'm fine."

He stopped and turned her to face him. "Tell the truth." Olivia didn't say anything and just looked down. Elliot cupped her head so that their eyes were fixated on each other. "Baby, tell me, please. I want to make it better."

"Elliot, there's a lot you don't know about me." She said simply, "I promise to tell you someday but as of now, I can't." Olivia ran a hand through her hair. "I need to shower." She walked off towards the bathroom. "Alone." She added when she heard him following her.

Elliot nodded and walked back into the kitchen nerved that she wouldn't tell him what was bothering her. He was worried more than anything, though. His mind started to wander, and imagine all the things that could be wrong. Is she sick? He shook his head not wanting to distress any further over something that could be nothing. Of course its something. Why else would she be so upset? Elliot sighed and began to make breakfast for the two of them.

Twenty minutes had passed and Olivia had not come out of the bathroom. Breakfast was done and on the kitchen table. Elliot walked into her bedroom and knocked on the door to the in suit bathroom. "Liv? Are you okay?" There was no answer. "Liv? I'm coming in." He pushed open the door, his heart breaking as he spotted Olivia sitting on the edge of the bathtub, wrapped in a towel, crying. She looked up and tried to stop the tears in her eyes. Elliot sat down next to her pulling her into his arms. "Baby, please tell me what's wrong." Olivia shook her head and stood wiping at her eyes.

"Liv, do you regret being with me?" Elliot asked wincing.

She looked at him. "Of course not El." She sat next to him. New tears escaped from her eyes. "I love you, Elliot. I'm so in love with you. Which is terrifying because we are… well, us."

Elliot stroked the side of her face. "Is that it? You're scared of being in love?"

Olivia smiled. "No, I absolutely love being in love." She stood and held out her hand. "I have something to show you." She led him into the bedroom and grabbed a shoebox out of the closet before sitting on the bed with him. She opened the box and pulled out a picture. It was a picture of a baby in a blue blanket and a man with green eyes and chiseled features.

"Olivia, who are these people?" Elliot was confused.

"The man's name is Grant Christianson, and the baby's name is Ayden." Olivia took a deep breath. "That's my son."

Elliot looked at her shaking his head slightly. "What? Who's the man, Liv? Please, don't say your husband."

Olivia bit her lip, "El, Grant is my Ex-husband."

Elliot stood and paced around a little. "What does this have to do with anything?"

She breathed deeply and started. "I met Grant when I was studying abroad in college. He was a traveling doctor and we fell in love." Elliot felt like he was going to throw up. "We got married in Italy, and six months later I found out I was pregnant with Ayden. was born 8 months later on November 18th." Olivia looked up, blinking back tears. "He was perfect. We were happy. On our 2nd anniversary, Grant wanted to do something special. We didn't do anything for our first because I was pregnant, and hormonal, and just no fun. So we decided to have a do-over. We got dressed up and hired a sitter, and we went to a fancy restaurant. We had just made it through our salads when we got a phone call from the sitter. She was hysterical, we knew something was really wrong." Olivia was crying harder. "We got home and there were police there, our baby was dead. Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. He died on our anniversary, August 21st, today."

Elliot nodded. "What happened to Grant?"

"After Ayden, it was just too painful, we couldn't be together without remembering Ayden and how our lives just completely fell apart." Olivia shrugged. "Its been so long, but I remember it like I just walked into his nursery and saw him."

Elliot set the picture back in the box and wrapped his arms around Olivia. "I'm sorry. Did you have a bad dream about him? Is that why you were crying?"

Olivia shook her head, "No, Grant called me the other day, we went out for drinks." Olivia hesitated.

Elliot took a deep breath. "How did it go."

She looked down, then said really quick. "He kissed me, and I kissed him back." She let out a long breath and winced turning to look at Elliot.

His eyes were closed and he was shaking his head. He unwrapped his arms from her and stood pacing the floor as she sat still, her head hung down. Elliot couldn't find words. He knelt in front of her. "Do you still love him?"

Olivia bit her lip, "I do, Elliot, he was my husband. The father of my only child. But I don't love him the way I love you. I promise." She cupped the side of his face. "I'm so sorry. I feel so bad, so guilty."

"Olivia, I don't know what to say. I'm disappointed. It meant nothing?" Olivia cried.

"Of course it meant nothing!" She kneeled on the floor so Elliot and her were sitting across from each other.

Elliot got up and looked down at her. "I need time, Liv." With that he turned and left the room. She heard the door to the apartment open and close. Then she was alone. She crawled onto the bed and cried, shamelessly.

okay so i'm taking a break from my other stories because of terrible writers block. this idea just kind of popped into my head so i ran with it. hope you enjoyed it, if you did, drop me a line! haha. no but for real, comment. like legit, it would be great to know what you think.