Four months into Casey's pregnancy, Olivia entered the redhead's apartment with several bags of groceries. Casey had initially sent her for milk, but had eventually texted and asked for pickles, ice cream, peanut butter, potato chips, chicken, and various other items. If she hadn't been pregnant, Olivia would have worried about her eating habits. Fortunately, she knew that, in a normal state, Casey mostly enjoyed salads and teas.
"Casey, I got your pickles and chocolate syrup," Olivia announced, entering the bedroom. Casey sat on the bed, nibbling on a scone.
"Oh, hey, Liv," she said. "While you were gone, I couldn't resist grabbing a scone. It is heaven. Want one?" Casey pushed the box towards her.
Olivia shook her head. "No. Thank you though." She sat on the bed beside the redhead. "Casey?" she asked. "I need to ask you something. Do you regret what happened last week?"
"You mean the night we slept together?" Casey asked. She pulled the blanket up, shivering. "No. Of course not. I know I have been acting that way, but I'm just confused, Olivia. I've never been with a woman before. I've always struggled with my feelings for you, and then, within a matter of weeks, I went from having a steady boyfriend to being left, to, well, sleeping with you. It's a lot for one girl to handle."
Olivia kissed her. "I know, honey. Believe me, I understand. I was the same way until the end of college. But know this. I'll always be there to help you through anything." She kissed Casey on the lips, then kissed the redhead's stomach through the comforter.
"How is the baby?"
"Hungry. I've been eating nothing but junk food for two days," Casey said. "I can't keep anything else down, even my protein shakes. But she's fine, other than that. She's very active."
"Well, she has an active mommy."
Casey reached for the chocolate syrup and a bowl. Opening the pickle jar, she poured some of the chocolate syrup into the bowl, dipped the pickle in it, and began to eat. She offered Olivia some, but the amused detective could only shake her head. "So does this make us a couple now?" Casey questioned.
Olivia thought for a moment. "I suppose it does. If you want to be, of course. Do you want to be a couple?"
"I do," Casey said, and it was clear from the attorney's tone that she truly meant it.
Olivia smiled, kissing her again. "Okay. I'll go heat up this chocolate syrup for you. I know you like it warm."
Casey shook her head. "No, don't," she said as Olivia stood and took the bowl. She smiled at the curious look the detective gave her. "I don't want to eat anymore. I meant what I said, Olivia. I am very confused, but I don't regret what happened. In fact, I have been thinking all day, and I was wondering if, maybe, you would like to repeat everything that happened between us that night. Either that, or I'll just cuddle with the pickle jar."
