A/N: Here is chapter 3. Please read and review.

Disclaimer: Only own Lachlan.


Olivia had just finally gotten her son to sleep when she slumped down on the couch beside Elliot.

He wrapped an arm around her and allowed her to rest her head on his shoulder. "Are you sure that you are ready?" He asked, softly.

Nodding, Olivia finally admitted, "not everything but you will eventually know all of it when I feel up to telling you."

Elliot kissed the crown of her head and rubbed her arm. "I understand."

Olivia inhaled and exhaled a deep breath slowly before finally speaking, "well, Lachlan was concieved after a one night stand...I was depressed and went to a bar for a few drinks. I ended up having too much to drink and slept with a man named Marcus Lewiston. I didn't even know I was pregnant until I was nearly ten weeks in. I had started feeling sick and went to the doctor. The pregnancy was confirmed."

"And you decided to keep him," Elliot said. It wasn't a question. It was a statement.

Taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly, Olivia told him with complete honesty, "yeah, I did. I knew instantly that I wanted him. It wasn't exactly how I wanted to have a child but I love him more then life it is. I would do anything for that little boy and I would do it without regret."

"Why didn't you tell me about him? Why aren't there any photos of him on your desk? But yet there is a photo of you and your mom."

Olivia knew that those questions were going to be asked sooner or later. "I didn't tell you because I was afraid that you would freak out and leave...As for photos they all all in my purse and locker," she told him and looked away.

"Does Cragen know?"

Olivia shook her head. "No. You're the first to know," she told him.

"You're still hiding stuff, aren't you?"

Olivia wiped away a couple stray tears and nodded as she stood. "I'm going to bed," she muttered and headed for the bedroom.

Elliot got up and started to follow her. "Liv..."

Olivia turned around and took Elliot's hand in her own. "I'll tell you when I am ready, El. I promise."

Elliot nodded and kissed her on the lips. "Ok, baby. Let's get some sleep."

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Morning came too quickly for Olivia but she was content to just lay in Elliot's arms. The alarm blared just seconds later and she groaned.

Grumbling, Olivia smacked off the offending noise. "Piece of shit. Shut the hell up."

Waking up slowly beside Olivia, Elliot whispered, "doesn't sound like you're in a good mood this morning, Liv."

Yawning, Olivia snuggled closer to Elliot. "I just don't feel like going to work. Want to just lay here in your arms."

Elliot smiled and nuzzled her hair as her head rested on his chest, being comforted by his soothing, regular beat of his heart.

"Well, my baby, Lachlan will be up and raring to go any ---"

"Mama! Ewiot!" Lachlan called out, happily, running in to the master bedroom.

"Here he is now," Elliot whispered, with a light hearted laugh.

Olivia pulled back to covers and let her son climb in. A few minutes extra in bed wouldn't hurt. It was nice and warm anyway and Olivia didn't want to get up. She much preferred to cuddle up with her two favourite men.

"Morning, little man."

Snuggling close to his mommy, Lachlan smiled. "Morning, mama....Morning Ewiot," he finished, looking up to see Elliot resting his head on his mommy's shoulder.

"Morning, buddy. Ready to rock and roll this morning?"

"Wock and woll?" The toddler asked, confused, with furrowed brows.

Elliot laughed until he received a discreet slap from Olivia under the covers.

"Don't laugh in my ear," she muttered.

Kissing her cheek, Elliot apologised. "Sorry, baby."

Enjoying a moment of silence, not wanting it to end, but knowing that it had to, Olivia sat up, careful of her son. "We better get up or we are going to be late. Baby, let Elliot help you get dressed and then you can help him with breakfast, while mama has a quick shower," she said, helping her boy off the bed.

Lachlan nodded and started running to his room. "Come, Ewiot. Come!" He called as he ran.

"No running, Lachlan!" Olivia called back and sighed, rubbing her tired eyes.

"He's ok, baby," Elliot assured her and planted a light kiss on her lips.

"I know. I just...I still get scared, not matter how much I try not to be."

Caressing her warm, bare arm up to the strap of her black camisole, Elliot rested his forehead against hers. "I don't know what has happened to you and I won't till you tell me but I'm here for you and that little boy, no matter what. I love you."

Nodding, Olivia pressed her lips to his, before talking again. "I know. I love you too. I better get in the shower and you better get in there to Lachie, before he comes racing back."

Groaning, Elliot got up as she did.

"He loves to wear jeans the most," Olivia told him, heading toward the bathroom.

"Just like his mommy, huh?" Elliot smirked.

Olivia laughed. "Yep, he sure is," she replied and shut the bedroom door.

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Turning on the shower, she made sure the temperture of the water of just right before stripping and standing naked in front of the full lengthed mirror on the back of the door.

Looking in the mirror, Olivia sighed as she grazed her hand along the bottom of her abdomen. Over the dreaded scar. The scar of Lachlan's c-section birth, which also held another deep dark secret, which Olivia knew she would have to tell Elliot sooner or later.

Shaking her head, she looked away and hopped in to the shower. Washing herself, Olivia listening to the talking and laughter between her boyfriend and her son.

It was only about ten past seven in the morning, but Olivia felt exhausted already.

She leaned forward with her hands, resting her weight on the tiled wall, letting the hot stream hammer down her back, relexing her muscles.

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Sensing something with wrong with Olivia, Elliot quickly got Lachlan dressed, in a pair of pull-ups, a pair of blue jeans, a white singlet and a blue t-shirt with an aeroplane on it before taking him downstairs in to the kitchen, to make Olivia a nice breakfast.

Sitting Lachlan on the kitchen island countertop, Elliot asked, "what's mama's favourite breakfast, Lachlan?"

Tilting his little head to the side, Lachlan tried to think. "Hmmm... P..P..por...porrwidge," he answered, having trouble saying the word at first, but sounded it out, like his mama taught him to do if he had trouble saying a word.

"Porridge? What does mama have in her porridge?" Elliot asked with a smile.

Olivia had a really smart child. He wondered if she worked on one thing at week with him.

He could see the toddler lost in thought before he finally had an answer. "Ba...Banana."

"Cropped up banana it is. What would you like though?"

"Same," Lachlan replied with a smile.

He had his mother's taste in food, he ate nearly everything she liked, except when she had really spicy food, he had even let her know when she was pregnant with him that he did not like spicy stuff. She tried to eat it once when she was nearly fifteen weeks along since she was craving it but Lachlan didn't like it and Olivia spent about half an hour kneeling front of the porcelain God offering that and other food.

Elliot smiled. "Ok then, little chef. Let's get to work."

"Yep!" Lachlan grinned, swinging his legs against the countertop.

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Taking longer in the shower then she had intended to, Olivia finally walked in to the kitchen dressed in dark blue jeans and a black satin blouse, with her favourite black boots, about fifteen minutes later. Smiling, when she found Elliot and Lachlan serving up her favourite breakfast, although Lachlan was helping, he was also munching on a small bit of banana.

Seeing his mother enter the kitchen, Lachlan jumped off the chair, he had been standing on, in excitement. "Mama! Mama! Ewiot and me...I...made your favowite bweakfast," he told her, proud of himself.

"And it looks yummy, little man. Did you tell Elliot it was my favourite?" She asked, picking him up and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Lachlan nodded, proudly. "Yep," he replied with a smile, as his mom sat him in his high chair.

She buckled him in and gently pushed him up to the table.

Walking over with her breakfast in hand, Elliot planted a kiss on her lips. "Enjoy, my love," he whispered, guiding her in to the chair before pushing her in, like a gentleman.

"Thanks, El. It looks yummy."

"You're very welcome," he replied and collected Lachlan's bowl before placing it on the table in front of him. "No making a mess, young man. Mama and Elliot need to get to work this morning."

Lachlan showed Elliot a milky toothed grin before digging in.

Olivia laughed. "It's ok, El. He's not a big mess maker. He enjoys his food....unless of course it's spicy. He's never liked that, even while I was pregnant with him."

Elliot nodded and gave her a kiss. "I better have a shower. Good thing I got a bag of clothes from home yesterday."

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On the way to Lachlan's child care centre, Elliot looked over at Olivia, placing a hand on her slender thigh. "Liv, I think it's time that you introduced Lachlan to the squad. It would definitely release some of that stress, I felt in your body while we made love last night and the night before," he whispered.

"Oh, I didn't realize I was that bad in the sack," she muttered, taking what Elliot said the wrong way.

Shaking his head, Elliot said, "that's not what I meant, 'Livia, and you know it."

Rubbing a hand down her face, Olivia sighed. "I know, I'm sorry. Yeah, I do think it's time Lachlan met the squad," she replied softly and turned to face her son in the back seat.

The youngster was playing with his toy steering wheel and making race car noises.

"Lachie, do you want to come to work with mama and Elliot today?"

"No daycare?"

"No daycare, baby."

Lachlan clapped happily. "Yeah, yeah. I come, mama. I come. Pwease."

Olivia laughed as Elliot turned right to go to the precinct, instead of taking the left turn, which would take them to the childcare centre.

Elliot took Olivia's hand in his as he drove. He had never felt so in love before. This was the woman he wanted to marry. Taking a quick glance in the rearview mirror, he smiled, looking at Lachlan, who had gone back to his toy steering wheel. And that was the little boy he wanted to adopt as his own son.