AN: Sorry if there are mistakes. I wanted to get this up quickly and I am sick. Any feedback would be really helpful. I want to write as much as I can in the near future.

Olivia started working on the dishes and wine glasses. It had been a long day and she was exhausted. Nick was the first to leave with Amanda with promises to stop by and keep her updated on his move to California. It would be a while before he actually left New York, but it felt like he was already gone. She thought on Elliot and how her partners always disappeared and sighed. This was the right move for Nick, and she knew that deep down. She was only Noah's legal mother for a few hours and she already could not imagine what it would be like to be on the other side of the country from him. Nick deserved to be with his children.

Speaking of children, Olivia looked up to the living room, not having heard from Noah in a while. She knew he was in semi-capable hands when she left him to play with Barba on the floor. Barba's jacket was where he left it meaning he hadn't run away in terror of the toddler. Fin had laughed as he left when Noah started to tug on Barba's pant leg to get him to see the fort he built out of the colorful blocks. Barba had shrugged the jacket off and left it draped over the back of the couch, ready to join the toddler in the destruction of Fort Noah.

Olivia looked at the clock and was surprised to see 8:57 flashing back at her. It was way past Noah's bedtime, but seeing as it was such a special day, she allowed him to stay up until everyone left. It was time to call it a night and get him in his crib.

"Barba?" She called from the kitchen, hoping he would be up to getting Noah into his pajamas. When Olivia heard nothing, she tried again. "Barba?" It was ridiculous, but the paranoia of the past few weeks was getting to her and she walked from around the counter and towards the couch. It wasn't like anyone else was in the apartment, and she was fairly certain her son did not kill the ADA, but it was better just to check.

Barba was lying on the floor in a deep sleep with his left arm extended and a block in his hand. Noah was curled against him, using Barba's arm as a pillow. Olivia smiled at her sleeping boys and bent down, gently moving Noah into her arms. Barba started to stir and reached for the missing heat on his arm, but Olivia moved towards Noah's room. She had developed the skill set to change the boy quickly without waking him too much.

Once Noah was changed and in his crib, Olivia went back out to check on the other sleeping male in the house. Barba was no longer on the floor, but sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. His hair was ruffled and he looked completely different from the put together man she knew.

"Sleepy, councilor?" Olivia asked as she closed the door to Noah's room.

"Guilty," Barba mumbled.

Olivia laughed and plopped down next to him on the couch. "I know you've just had a vacation, but it looks like you could use another one."

"It didn't feel like a vacation. I was still researching for you," Barba replied, leaning back against the couch.

"Sorry for ruining-" Olivia started.

"No, no, no. Sorry, that's not what I meant." Barba actually looked frustrated with himself.

"Everything all right?" Olivia asked, turning so she was facing him.

"Yeah, everything is great. I'm just…" Barba looked down at his hands, which were now in his lap.

"Just what?"

Barba turned and face her. "I'm just so relieved that everything worked out. I would never have forgi-, I am just so happy that you and Noah are officially a family."

"It's surreal. I was almost afraid to celebrate. Didn't want to press my luck, just in case something else happened."

"That's not the way to live. If something happens, we will deal with it like we always do." Barba smiled and placed his hand on hers.

"Together?" Olivia asked, feeling the warmth of his hand.

"We're partners, right?"

"Of course, we are," and Olivia meant it.

Barba looked at his watch. "It's getting late, goodnight," Barba said then he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. The moment their lips made contact, he jumped backwards. "Oh God, I am so sorry. I'm really tire-"

Olivia grabbed his hand before he pulled away completely and kissed him again with determination and a gentleness that she knew only he deserved. Olivia leaned back and looked at Barba's surprised and confused face. "Goodnight, councilor," she whispered.

Barba smiled brightly. "Goodnight, Sergeant."