Ok, school has been soooooo getting in my way. In a way, I haven't stopped writing, but I had stopped writing this story. My essays came first, but I had ideas constantly been thinking of things to write. So I'll kick things off now…I own just the baby girl, Daniel, and any other unknown character that pops into the story.. and no I'm not clueing anybody in to the name until she's born ;) so lets get started!

37 weeks

Olivia has been sentenced to staying at home now. Though, because Cragen is making her stay at home, someone from the squad room stays with her every day, in two day shifts. They don't want her going into labor alone. This shift is Munch haha.

Olivia stood at her kitchen counter reading the recent letter from Daniel. He was anxious to get back in time. His tour was being cut short, so she knew he would be home sometime within this week or the next. She laughed at the pictures of him and his buddies playing football, and Daniel throwing down his cards as he won the game they were playing.

"What is so funny over there?" Munch said from behind her where he was cooking her lunch.

"Just some of these pictures. Even in the midst of a war zone, he's still a complete goofball." She said, going around the bar and sitting in the chair so she could face Munch as take some of the pressure off her feet. She was finding out more and more now how she couldn't move around much, or stand for too long.

"Well here, let me see them while you eat." Munch said, taking the pictures out of her hands and replacing it with a small plate of food. Her little girl was taking up so much room she couldn't finish a whole meal, so she ate little healthy things all throughout the day.

"See, that's why you're marrying the guy. He's just like you. Except he doesn't have the sixth sense that there's a camera around. We can't catch you doing something like this" he said, holding up the picture of Daniel winning the card game.

Olivia just glared at him while she ate her food in silence. Munch just smiled as he continued to look through the pictures, a calm silence in the room. Olivia finished her food, going to the bathroom as soon as she put her plate in the sink. She returned to find Munch flipping through the channels on the T.V.

"Am I that boring, you've resorted to being a couch potato?" Olivia said, sitting beside him, draping her legs over his lap since he took the foot rest.

"Yes. It's not like you'll let me start teaching my niece the extensive knowledge I know. It could get her far in this cruel world of lies and smoke screens." He said poking her belly as he set the remote down.

"Hey! I don't want her exposed to- ow!" Olivia said, cut off by a sharp pain in her stomach.

"Shit! What did I do? Do we have to head to the hospital? Oh god I'm not ready for this, I'm sorry I poked your stomach Olivia! I'll carry you to the car if I have to!" Munch said, going to his knees next to her, Olivia rolling her eyes.

"Munch, you didn't do this. It's called Braxton hicks contractions. They've gotten worse over the weeks, but they're too spaced out to worry about and they go away. You can get off your knees now, and no you're not carrying me to the car. I'm not paying for this kid and your back and leg surgery when you get over excited, pick me up and break something. Just let me wait it out. It'll be gone in about an hour. If they get longer and stronger, THEN I let you freak out and take me to the hospital." Olivia said, ruffling Munch's hair, as he let out a breath and laid his forehead on her stomach, with one hand while the other stayed on her belly.

"I seriously thought I did something Olivia." He said, his voice slightly muffled.

Olivia laughed, and then laughed harder as she saw Munch's head bouncing with her stomach as she laughed.

"What's so funny?" He said, lifting his head, his hair sticking up where she ruffled it.

"Just you! Munch, I'll let you know when it's anything to freak out about. You wouldn't have even known about this one if it wouldn't have caught me off guard. I never let on because of that right there." She said, her hand going to another spot and rubbing it. He looked at her straight in the eye and put his hand where she was rubbing.

"You're having another one now aren't you?" He said, feeling how tight her belly was there.

"Yes, and it's not as bad as the first one. Stop worrying. You already worry about too many theories and conspiracies." She said, standing up and stretching. "I actually think I'm going to go take a nap. Don't let it bug you. I'll keep the door cracked so you can hear if a holler. Though, if I've got to yell to get you in here, everybody on this floor and the one above and below us will know." She said smiling as he threw her pillow at her. It's the only thing she goes everywhere with now. It's what makes having such a large belly comfortable when she sits.

The next thing Olivia knows Elliot is rubbing her shoulder, whispering her name.

"Olivia, you need to wake up. You're not going to sleep tonight, and you're going to be bitchy during my shift tomorrow. I brought food." Elliot said, just as the smell of burgers and macaroni hit her nose. Olivia sat up quickly, making Elliot laugh as he walked back into her kitchen. She could hear Munch filling him in on everything he can expect tomorrow.

Olivia laughed and pulled some lounge pants on instead of the shorts she had, and walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table, her feet propped in the chair next to her.

"So, contractions huh?" Elliot said, setting the food in front of her. Olivia turned and glared at Munch, only to see him looking everywhere but her.

"Yes, BRAXTON HICKS contractions. It's nothing to worry about as I told the clown over there." Olivia said, even though she could see the worry in his eyes as he sat her feet in his lap as he sat down. She looked Elliot in the eyes, and talked straight with him. "El, I'm fine, I promise. I'm serious about this. I've called the doctor, got the O.K. and the info on what the difference is. I would let you know if something was happening."

Elliot looked at her as she ate, still not fully believing in those words, but there was nothing he could do about it so he let it go, for now. She ate in silence, Munch gathering his things so he'll be able to switch shifts easily.

Olivia finished her dinner quickly just to get away from Elliot and Munch arguing over who knows what. She decided this was the perfect time to relax on the balcony with a book, much to both of their displeasure.

"Olivia, it's too chilly outside. You shouldn't be out there." Munch said as he tried to coax her back inside.

"Munch, I have a blanket, the sun is directly on me, and I am in long sleeves and pants with socks. I came out here to cool off and both of you put me in clothes that keep me really hot. If you don't let me relax, you'll see me really screw with you and I'll sit here naked. Let me relax, unless you want that, or this baby to drop now." Olivia said, noticing that her little girl was awake and kicking with every sentence like she agreed.

"Fine! But when you get sick, or have trouble getting up to come back inside don't call for me." Munch said, storming back inside like a child who didn't get what he wanted. Olivia laughed and went back to her book, reading it softly out loud. This was her and her girl's time to bond, and Munch wasn't going to interrupt that.

Olivia stayed outside for about three hours, just as the sun started slipping behind the building tops she closed her book, and just laying back, enjoying the peace, that was until she heard the chair beside her move and a body occupy it. Olivia didn't even bother opening her eyes, she knew who it was.

"That was beautiful, Liv." He said, rubbing her belly.

"How long were you listening?" She said, turning her head and looking straight into those blue eyes to get the answer.

"Basically, the whole time." Elliot said, looking over to the doorway at the chair he had there. Olivia followed his gaze and laughed.

"Guess I was reading to more than us huh?" she said, grabbing his hand to help her up.

"Guess so. But you were really reading to her. I was just ease dropping. How long have you read to her, and read her that book?" he said, indicating the worn out copy of nursery rhymes.

"I've read to her since I found out I was pregnant. It's just been a me and her time you know?" Olivia said, as she walked around the living room, stretching her legs.

"I did the same thing with each one of my kids. Kathy would be asleep and I would read to them, most of the time she caught me, but it was something that they loved, and we both did, seeing how they responded to my voice." Elliot said, leaning against the wall. Neither of them felt like sitting.

Olivia shook her head at this new piece of knowledge. She never knew this sensitive side of him. It was good to see that. Olivia smiled at him as she walked into the nursery.

"Olivia, what are you doing?" Elliot said, following her only to see her moving things around.

"Just had the sudden feeling of wanting to straighten things up. Figured it would only be a few weeks, want to get things situated for her to arrive." Olivia said, moving the packs of diapers around.

"Well, it might be sooner than that." He said, sitting in the rocking chair.

"Why would that be?" she said, turning and putting her hands on her hips.

"You're nesting. That restless feeling you're having, the wanting to clean and organize. Usually you go into labor within the next week on that." Elliot said, his eyes telling the story of every one of his kids.

"I hope so then. I would love to know what my feet look like." Olivia said, laughing as they went and sat in the living room, a movie playing in the background, both lost in their own thoughts about the upcoming weeks.

Ok, I know. I'm horrible. I take so freaking long and all I give you is a fluff piece. BUT! I was working on more in this chapter when I realized it would do better as the final chapter. So the next chapter, which I'm already working on, will be the last one. Thank you guys for supporting my story and all of its unpredictable upload dates… I kick myself for realizing how long it's been.