"What do you need, Benson?" He asked with that tone he used on suspects. Hank looked at her up and down; she was wearing the shirt he had forgotten at her house months ago. "You call and expect me to come running after you?"

"You are here, aren't you?" She shoved him gently with her shoulder.

"Is this your way of saying you're sorry?" Olivia was barefooted so she was a few inches shorter and he looked down at her.

"I'm a hormonal pregnant woman who hasn't seen you in seven months. How about we talk later?" She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips softly.

"Damn it, Benson." He said as he picked her up and carried her to her bedroom.

Hank dropped her gently on the bed and took a moment to look at her. He had missed her so much, missed everything about her. The way her sleepy eyes looked at him in the morning. How she whispered good morning in his ear or goodnight against his chest before falling asleep. The way she would laugh at his jokes or blush whenever he called her beautiful. He was mad at her for keeping their baby a secret but as he saw her on the bed giggling like a silly teenager he knew he couldn't stay mad forever.

He got on the bed and placed his hands on her hips while a small smirk appeared on his face as he realized she wasn't wearing underwear. "Olivia," he whispered before going down on her slowly using the tip of his tongue to tease her. Olivia grabbed the sheets as she bit down on her lip; she could feel his tongue circling her clit as she got wet. A soft moan escaped her lips and she arched her body thrusting her hips against his face. Voight used his tongue deeply on her as he felt her legs tense under his hands. It made him feel good to know he could still drive her crazy and the small scream that left her mouth as she came reinforced that feeling.

She reached down and pulled him up from his shirt. "I've missed you, Hank Voight."

"I've missed you too, Olivia."

"Erin told me what happened. I am so sorry about everything I said." Olivia pushed her forehead against his and whispered, "I am sorry I called you a murderer."

"That did hurt, Benson." He kissed the tip of her nose as he used to do. "It's my fault though, I should have told you."

"I don't blame you. You were protecting your daughter and I understand that."

"I knew you would understand but I couldn't tell you." Hank moved his hands to her stomach and felt the baby kicking. "Boy or girl?"

"Girl."

"Daddy's little girl." He smiled proudly.

"I should have told you. It didn't matter how mad I was, you had the right to know."

"Yes, I did. I know what I did was wrong and it hurt you but she is my baby. I feel like I missed so many things already."

"Only morning sickness and cravings."

"And doctor's appointments. Watching your bump grow."

"You would have still missed that while being in Chicago."

"You think I would have stayed there and left you alone?"

"Of course. That's your city."

"And? You are the woman I love and that's my baby. I wouldn't have even stopped to think about it."

"Hank…" she said as she started crying.

Olivia couldn't believe what she heard. Never had she expected him to leave his city, his home, his team for her and the baby. But she looked into his eyes and finally understood that man would do anything for her. Hank Voight was the first man who had honestly loved her and had been willing to do everything in his power to make her happy. Maybe those seven months apart had been necessary for her to realize he wasn't like the rest, he would never do something to harm her. Was it possible that Olivia Benson had finally found the love of her life?

"Benson," he used his finger to brush the tears away, "no crying. We are supposed to be making up."

"But," she sobbed and could barely talk, "I can't…believe you would…leave your…life behind for…me."

"Olivia, I would go to the end of the world for you."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled between tears. "You have made me the happiest woman alive. You have no idea how much you've changed my life."

"Believe me, I know. You changed my life, Olivia Benson, and I don't want to go back to how it was. These last months have been hell."

"I know! All I wanted to do was call you and tell you about our baby."

"Our baby." Hank repeated with a grin. "I like the sound of that."

"She is our baby. The product of this wonderful love story."

It filled his heart with joy to hear her say "our baby". Hank Voight felt old and never dreamed of having another child. After his wife's death he thought he would spend the rest of his life chasing bad guys and watching Erin and Justin create their own families. He could have never imagined he would fall in love with another woman and have a baby with her…be the father to her son was a bonus. Now he didn't want to imagine his days without Olivia, Noah and their daughter who would soon join them. Voight knew he would have to leave his beloved Chicago in order to live his new and happy life; it hurt him but he knew it would bring him the happiness he deserved.

"And where is this story going?"

"I don't know, Hank. All I can say is that I don't ever want to be without you again."

"Once this case is over, I'll fly back to Chicago so that I can organize my things and move out here."

"Are you sure that's what you want?" Olivia looked into his eyes trying to find the truth. "I don't want you to feel pressured into moving here."

"Your whole life is here, Benson."

"And yours is in Chicago."

"You are my life now. Justin isn't there anymore and Erin has Jay. The team will manage without me. Hell, it might do them some good."

"You still have time to think about it."

"Olivia, there's nothing to think about. I'm moving to New York."

"Thank you…" she was about to say something else when she heard Noah calling for her.

"I'll go get him," Voight said. "I've missed that kid."

"And he's missed you too."

Olivia wasn't lying. For the last seven months, Noah had been asking about Voight on a daily basis. He had learned how to say a few more things but Hank's last name was his most pronounced word. At the beginning, it made Benson cry to hear her son calling for the man she had lost. But after she had found out about the pregnancy, it made her happy to know her daughter would still be able to learn about her father. And in that moment, as she hid under the blankets, she was excited to see Noah's reaction to having their beloved Voight back.

"Hey, kid."

"Voight!" Noah yelled as he sat on his crib clapping his little hands. "Voight!"

"Yes, it's me." Voight picked him up and kissed his chubby cheeks. "You can't imagine how much I've missed you."

"Voight," he whispered as he hid his face against Hank's chest.

"I love you, kid." He rubbed the boy's back as he walked to the master bedroom. "One sleepy Noah Benson coming in."

"He wakes up at this time every night and ends up sleeping in bed with me until I go to work."

"He probably missed sleeping on my chest." He chuckled as he got back into bed with Noah on his chest.

"I don't know about him but his mommy sure did."

Noah blinked trying to keep his eyes opened. "Voight, mommy," he whispered with a sleepy smile.

"I know, baby." Olivia leaned over and kissed his forehead. "He is back."

Noah closed his eyes and fell asleep with a smile on his face that nearly brought Voight to tears. Falling in love with Olivia Benson had meant loving her kid just as much. Hank loved spending time with the little boy, playing with his toys and watching over him. The last months had been even harder for him because he had lost the woman he loved and the boy he had come to consider a son. Now he had both of them back. Moving to New York would also mean being part of Noah's life, watching him grow and maybe, just maybe, become his male role model. But he was Olivia's son and he didn't want to impose.

"Our daughter will have a fantastic older brother, Benson."

"I know. She is one lucky little girl."

"She is. She has the most amazing mother and brother."

"And father. Hank, you are a great father. The kind I would want Noah to have."

"I'd like to be that to Noah." Voight looked at Olivia and for the first time she knew he was nervous. "If you would let me, of course."

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes."

Olivia sat up resting her back against the headboard and biting down on her bottom lip. "Would you like to officially adopt him?"

"Are you giving me two kids, Lieutenant?"

"If you'd like to have them."

"Absolutely." Hank smiled proudly. "Noah Benson Voight does sound pretty good."

"I like how you kept my name first accepting who is in charge."

"Charlotte is getting my name first."

"Charlotte?"

"You like it?"

"I do." She leaned down and kissed his lips softly careful not to wake Noah up.

When she adopted Noah, she had never imagined she would give him a father. If she was honest with herself, she hadn't imagined meeting someone who would enchant her the way Voight did. Once she became that little boy's mom, she pictured her life as a single working mom and she was okay with it. After all, being a mom had always been Olivia's biggest dream. A dream that became her reality. A reality that involved a relationship with a tough but soft Chicago cop and a little girl who would soon be joining them. She finally had the family she had always wanted.

Voight was excited about the new things the future would bring his way. He was not looking forward to the sleepless nights or parent-teacher meetings again. But he was looking forward to sharing all of those things with Olivia. He had seen her motherly skills in practice with Noah and knew she would be no different with Charlotte. They would be a pair of old parents who loved their children and dedicated their lives to them. Hank Voight's life had never been easy but he now believed every little thing had prepared him for the moment in which he met Olivia Benson.

"So, did you tell your team how bad of a murderer I was?"

"No. Luckily, they respect me and never asked. I mean, I had never told them we were together but I guess they put two and two together. I was pregnant and stopped talking to you; something bad had happened."

"I bet they blamed me."

"Actually," she looked at him over the chocolate bar she was eating, "Barba blamed me."

"Now, THAT I do not believe it. Barba hates me."

"Oh, he does. He just kept saying that if you did kill that man, it wasn't any different from what you used to do. That I knew about your past and had accepted you anyways."

"I think I like that little lawyer now." He laughed lowly. "He was right."

"Yes and no. Yes, I did know about your past and fell in love with you. But the past is the past and I wanted to believe you wouldn't do something I disapproved of. And in that moment, I thought you had killed someone and then came back to have sex with me…and get me pregnant."

"I'm not denying what I used to do; it is a part of who I am. But since I've met you, since we started sleeping together, I stopped doing that. I won't change my way of working but I am not killing any people. Not if it means losing you, because they aren't worth it."

"I just don't want you to get in trouble and taken away from us."

Olivia didn't want to change Hank or the way he was. She had fallen in love with that way he talked to suspects. The way he intimidated the people around him. The way he imposed his fear on others. The way he took care of his own. The way he loved. She was in love with who he was and never wanted to change him.