I never intended to write a second chapter but you guys are so lovely so I did.

It had been two weeks since Voight found out about them, and Jay knew he had to tell Erin. Sitting on his couch with a bottle of beer and an unopened box of pizza, he waited for Erin to get to his apartment.

Hearing a knock on his door, he got up with nervous excitement. He was just hoping that she wouldn't be mad that he didn't tell her that Voight knew about them and was okay with them.

As he opened the door, Erin could tell that something was up with her boyfriend. She could see that he was excited, nervous and worried, the three emotions written all over his face. He'd been a little bit cagey over the last few days.

Smiling at him, she wrapped her arms around him, a movement he mirrored, before she stretched to give him a quick peck on the lips.

She felt his hold on her tighten before he released one arm and turned, tucking her into his side walking her to the couch. Pulling her down with him, he pulled the pizza box closer opening it and offering her the first piece.

"Ever the gentleman," Erin said as she smiled up at him.

Grinning back, Jay knew this was the moment he needed to tell her. Turning his body, Jay put one leg underneath him while moving his other to be stretched out in front of the couch.

Jay took a deep breathe before starting one of the most important sentences of his life. Erin looked at him with confusion.

"So, I, uh, I don't exactly know how to say this. Well I do but, I, uh," he stuttered.

Shocked by the lack of normal smoothness that oozes from Jay and his nervousness, Erin started to get nervous. She was terrified that Jay would break up with her. She needed to tell him how she felt before it was too late.

"I love you," she blurted out.

She watched as Jay smiled the biggest and most loving smile she'd ever seen.

"I know," Jay smiled, "I love you too."

Smiling back, Erin had to know how he knew that she loved him.

"How did you know that I love you?" she asked.

"Well," he grinned like a Cheshire cat, "a few weeks ago, you told me. Oh, and Voight knows too."

She stared at him in disbelief, Jay's eyes told her that he wasn't lying but Voight knew about them and he hadn't said a thing to her, physical disfigured Jay or transferred him out of Intelligence. And Jay knew that he knew.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked.

"Well, I was trying to before you so rudely interrupted me to tell me that you love me," he retorted in the classic Jay Halstead sass that she loves, no malice or anger in his voice, just amusement and love.

Before continuing softly, "it was after a case, the one with the girls, and Voight came by to check on you. I heard him come in, and grabbed my gun. When he walked in, I wasn't sure if I should keep it with me when I got up. Anyway, as I tried to get up, you started talking and Voight heard it all."

"What do you mean 'heard it all?'" she questioned.

"So, when you started professing your love for me, I may have forgotten about Voight standing in the doorway when I said it back. Anyway, when you finally let me out of bed, we talked. He came to see how you were doing. And, it wasn't hard to figure out after our little scene in bed, and you know I'm a horrible liar, I just told him how long we'd been together for. He never looked like he was going to fire me, but I had to tell him that I'd leave Intelligence if it was how it had to be for us to be together," he replied in a combination of sass, love and nervous rambling.

"So why didn't you tell me, why didn't Hank tell me?" she questioned.

"Because I asked him not to. Don't get me wrong, I couldn't wait to get to call you my girlfriend and hold your hand in front of our friends, but it had been a stressful week and I didn't want to put you under that kind of pressure."

With a slightly confused expression, she asked, "What do you mean?"

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay after everything that happened and I didn't want to make you stressed because you thought that I thought that because Voight knew that I would expect you to want to tell everyone right away and not just have some time for you to adjust to Voight knowing and I just wanted you to not have to deal with more than everything that happened that week and," he began to ramble before he was cut off by Erin's lips on his.

It was only a quick kiss but the smiles on their faces after told the whole story. Jay was glad she wasn't angry. Erin was happy that Voight was okay with her and Jay being together, and that Jay was being the perfect gentleman he always was to her by worrying and protecting about her feelings and knowing her.

She'd usually be angry with someone about trying to protect her feelings, but it was Jay knowing exactly what she needed and sacrificing something she knew he'd be so excited about in order to make sure she would be ready.

"Thank you," she whispered as she pressed her forehead against his.

Wrapping his arm around her, he pulled her so she was tucked into his side, like a mother bird protecting her chick under her wing, leaving her feeling safe in his hold.

Turning on the TV, Erin cuddled into Jay as she took a sip of his barely touched beer, she grinned knowing he would be pouting at her if she looked at his face.

"I love you," he whispered pressing his lips to the top of her head.

"I love you too," she whispered back, like it was their little secret that no one would ever know how much they love each other.