She was working in her office when Jay showed up. He nervously knocked on the closed door and waited for her to answer.

"It's open." She called.

Jay pushed open the door and walked in. She looked like she was caught off guard and just looked at him with her mouth open slightly.

"Um, hi." She said.

"Hey' he paused, 'I brought you some mid day coffee."

He walked forward slowly and handed her the cup.

"Venti cold brew, black, two pumps of caramel, and extra ice." He continued.

"Thank you." She said quietly.

Jay looked around sheepishly.

"Figured one of the girls would've told you I was coming back."

"I left my phone on my station. I don't like being distracted when I'm doing paperwork."

Jay nodded and took a sip of his own coffee. Olivia let out a deep sigh and shook her head.

"What're you doing here Jay?"

"I came to talk to my wife."

"I'm not your wife."

"Not yet." He shot back.

"Jay, I don't have time for this." She said, standing and walking to the door to show him to leave.

"Why won't you talk to me!" He exclaimed.

"This is not the time or the place." She whisper yelled.

"Oh really, then when! You don't answer my calls or texts, you don't come home. It's been almost two weeks for christ sake!"

"We're in different places Jay, we want different things. Maybe we should-"

"Just talk about it now? Great idea." He interrupted.

"Fine,' she huffed, 'Say what you have to say, so I can get back to work."

Jay smiled in triumph.

"Okay, so, what changed your mind about having kids?"

"It's not that I don't want them, I just want to wait until the dust settles a little bit. No wedding stress, no new business stress. I want to be able to focus and enjoy pregnancy and expanding our family."

"Makes sense." He agreed.

"Why are you in such a rush?" She asked.

"I can't wait to be a dad.' He smiled, 'And to do that with you, I don't know, I guess I maybe jumped the gun."

"Maybe?" She smirked,

Jay picked up her left hand and smiled.

"You know, I'm due for a haircut."

Olivia rolled her eyes.

"Go have one of the girls do it, I have to finish all this."

"I don't want them to do it." He said, nuzzing his face in her neck.

"I'll do it at home."

Jay's head perked up.

"Shirtless?" He asked with a wicked grin.

She shoved his shoulder.

"Ew, no, I don't need hair splinters in my boobs."

"I would happily do a full body inspection for you."

Olivia chuckled and shook her head.

"I really have to finish all this. Go, I'll see you later."

"You're really coming home?"

"Yes, now go."

"Or,' he said, grabbing her hips, 'We could move everything off this desk and christen this place."

His voice was deep and raspy and sexy. Olivia looked up at him through her lashes and flattened her palms against his chest.

"Not gonna happen Halstead." She whispered in his ear.

"Livi..." Jay groaned.

Olivia laughed.

"Go home Detective.

When Olivia finally walked through the front door at 8:30 at night, there was music playing throughout the house.

"Jay?" She called out.

"In here babe!"

Jay was in the kitchen making dinner. He was shirtless, with a pair of dark gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and laid the side of her face against his back.

"What's all this?" She questioned.

"A welcome home dinner."

"Jay' she sighed, 'You didn't have to do this."

"I did, I was an asshole."

"No, you weren't. You were just frustrated with me."

"Doesn't make it right. I didn't take your feelings into consideration."

"Well I guess that makes me an asshole too then, because I didn't think about your feelings either."

Jay turned and wrapped his arms around her.

"I love you, more than anything in this world, I need you to know that." He confided.

"And I love you so much."

"Come on, let's eat before it gets cold."

Olivia peered around him.

"So what did you make, Chef Halstead?"

"Well, it just so happens that your incredibly gorgeous, smart, and talented husband, has made a pasta in an alla vodka sauce with chucks of fresh mozzarella and fresh spinach." He boasted.

Olivia gave him a doubtful look.

"You made all that, fresh, you didn't buy it?" She questioned.

"Nope."

"Oh really?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, maybe I got the vodka sauce from the pizzeria down the block, but I did boil the pasta, and add the spinach and cheese myself."

Olivia let out a hearty laugh.

"I'm impressed! I'm glad to see my Italian side is rubbing off on you."

"Speaking of rubbing..." He suggested.

"Ha, maybe if dinner's good."