"You are such a wimp, Lincoln," Liv teases. She pulls her keys out of her pocket.

Lincoln's hands go to his waist. "Come on, Liv. The guy had melted."

Liv turns to unlock her door, and reaches for the doorknob. Lincoln grabs her hand, stopping her. She looks back at him.

"Wait," he says quietly. His hand goes to her hips, and she lets her hand slip from the door. He moves in closer and locks eyes with her.

Liv raises a hand to his face and smiles. But a moment later, it's gone. "Linc..." Her hand falls and she tries to turn away.

Lincoln holds her in place and turns her back towards him. "I love you, Olivia Dunham. I think I always have. And being here, with you and Henry, only makes me love you more." He brushes some hair behind her ear. "I know you aren't there yet. But I will wait until you are.

Liv's smile returns and Lincoln quickly closes the distance between them. Liv doesn't let the kiss go deeper, though, because she pulls away and turns to unlock the door.

Inside, Liv calls out to her mother. The older woman walks in with Henry in her arms. Lincoln stands off to he side awkwardly.

Liv reaches out for him eagerly. Her mother places the wiggling infant in her arms and Liv instantly relaxes around him and starts whispering to Henry. Lincoln moves closer to the pair, and the elder Dunham watches the makeshift family.

Liv hands over Henry to Lincoln and goes to her mother. "Thanks for watching him. See you tomorrow for lunch?"

"Of course," the woman answers, pulling Liv into an embrace. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

Liv releases her mother and watches her move towards the door.

"Good to see you, Mrs. Dunham," Lincoln says just as she reaches the door.

"You as well, Lincoln," she adds, and then she's gone.

Liv turns back to Lincoln and Henry only to find that Henry is fast asleep in his arms. "Again?" she teases. "I don't know what you do to get him to fall asleep so fast."

Lincoln laughs quietly. "He likes me. Don't you, buddy?" he whispers to Henry. He walks over and gently lays him in the crib.

"It always takes me ten minutes to get him down, you held him for all of two. What's your secret?" Liv pulls off her jacket and kicks off her shoes.

Lincoln smirks. "Oh, if I told you that, then I would have to kill you."

Liv moves closer to Lincoln, until their bodies are almost pressed up against each other. She leans in close to his ear and whispers, "Are you sure you're not just boring him?"

Catching on to Liv's game, Lincoln places a hand on Liv's waist and pulls her against him roughly. Looking right into her eyes, he says, "I have it on very good authority that I'm not at all boring."

"Really?" she asks, her hands trailing down his chest. "Prove it."