They heard Mila and Aaron coming down the hallway.

"I'm hungry." Aaron said.

Raf chuckled.

"When is he not hungry?" Liv whispered.

"Well, he is my son." Raf shook his head.

Liv got up ordering food, while Aaron and Mila sat in the floor watching tv, Noah on Raf's chest. Noah was acting normal, when they went down to the beach Raf stayed with him giving him some special one on one time. Liv made sure to keep Aaron and Mila occupied, so they could have some bonding time. Around noon, Raf and Noah came back to where Liv, Aaron, and Mila was building a sandcastle. Noah joined his siblings while Raf whisked Liv away to sit on their towels which were next to a chair they could lean on.

Liv rested her head against his shoulder, watching the kids.

"We made those." She whispered.

"We made one of them, the other two made us 'us' and then we made a third." Raf whispered.

"Am I selfish for wanting another?"

"Not if it makes me selfish too." Raf whispered, kissing her cheek.

"Really?" Liv looked at him.

Raf looked at her with all the love in the world.

"Yes, I would love to make another with you or adopt again, if you want." He whispered, kissing her softly.

Liv gently nipped his bottom lip.

"Papi! Mami! Come play too!" Aaron yelled.

Raf looked up at Aaron then back to Liv.

"How about we table this for now and continue this conversation and kissing later tonight, after the kids are in bed?"

"Sounds good to me." Liv whispered, giving him one more kiss.

They both got up, going to play with the kids. That night when all three kids were in bed, Liv sat in front of Raf.

"Do you want to pick up where we left off before the kids interrupted us?" Liv asked.

"Yes."

"If we do this, I think we should look in adopting again or using a surrogate. We got lucky with Aaron, but I don't think I can do it again."

Raf nodded.

"The doctor said there was a good chance, it wouldn't happen again and even if it did, it would end in miscarriage." Raf said.

"What do you want to do?" Liv asked.

"I think adoption, I want to see first hand. What you went through with Noah minus the court shooting, and the pimp father thing."

"Me too, Rafa." Liv whispered.

"You want to call Trevor when we get back?" Raf asked.

Liv nodded.

The next week after the kids were in school, Liv and Raf were in his office with Trevor.

"There are a lot of kids waiting to be placed, you guys will have to do like Liv did with Noah. Foster for a year then the child will be up for you two to adopt him or her." Trevor said.

"Great, thank you so much for doing this Trevor." Liv said.

"What age, gender do you want or does that matter."

"Gender doesn't matter, I would like around Noah's age when I first got him, but it doesn't really matter." Liv said.

Trevor took note of it and left. Cases came and went for two weeks with no calls or texts from

Trevor. But one wednesday, as Raf picked up all three kids. Trevor called later that evening after Liv got home saying there was a 3 year old girl, in desperate need in a foster family. She had been badly neglected and been found wandering on her own in a residential area. There was no indication of where she had come from and she hadn't been reported missing. Later that night Raf had a dream of Gabby, he told her about Mila, how he missed her every single day, and that he and Liv were planning on adopting another baby.