So here's the deal. Not the greatest with the smut. I thought about giving it a go, but decided this story isn't about that. Not for me at least and since I'm the one writing it... But, if one of you amazing PWP writers wanted to write an addendum to this chapter, I will give you all the credit in the world and thank you profusely. You know how to find me.

"Feel free to take a long way back" Barba said to the Uber driver as they got into the back seat of the car. The driver just smiled at them and nodded. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes as he ran his fingers lightly across her right shoulder. She turned slightly and buried her face into his neck, inhaling slightly. She felt him stiffen slightly and he tightened his grip around her. She rolled her head up and looked at him and he was already staring back at her. Piercing her with those amazing green eyes. Those eyes that battled with her. Fought for what was right in the world. Laughed with her son. Those eyes always had been able to speak more to her than his words at times. He leaned in and kissed her lightly. But she felt him grip her in a way that let her know that it was taking all of his control to not give this Uber driver more than he bargained for when he took the fair.

They pulled up in front of the house and Barba helped her out of the car, holding her hand tightly as they walked into the house. Ella looked over her shoulder at them as they opened the door.

"Nice dinner?"

"The best" Olivia said, basically sighing her response. Rafael smiled at her and squeezed her hand and walked into the kitchen. Ella got up and started to gather her things.

"Thanks for watching him tonight Ella. I'm not so great about leaving him with people but…" Olivia kind of trailed off, unsure of how to finish that statement.

"He's a great kid. And for what my opinion is worth, Rafael is a great man. You sure did get lucky." Olivia just nodded. She wasn't sure what she had done to deserve all this, but she couldn't agree more. The universe had smiled on her with Noah and then by bringing her and Barba together.

"Well, Noah and I ate just about all the macaroni and cheese you had in the house and ran on the beach until the sun went down. He got a shower and through about 15 minutes of Paw Patrol before he passed out. I'm not sure he's moved since I put him in bed." She said her goodnights and headed out the door.

Olivia sat down on the couch, leaning back, closing her eyes. She felt him sit down next to her and heard two glasses get set on the table. "Ella made us Sangria." She smiled and opened her eyes, lolling her head over toward him. The look on his face… the way he was looking at her. She would see this look pass quickly over his face from time to time, but they never last long and it was gone before she could really register it. But here, now, on this couch, he wasn't even trying to hide how he felt. He leaned back next to her, resting his head on his fist, just looking at her.

"Ella said I got very lucky with Noah. And with you."

"She's got excellent taste."

Olivia laughed. She turned toward him, mimicking his position. He ran his fingers down her arm, resting it lightly over her hand.

"But that word. Lucky. I would have never used that word to describe my life. Ever. Motivated. Crusader. Bitchy. But the way things have gone for me. I would have never said I was lucky in anything. Awful things happen and there have been times I have let them consume me. But then Noah. That boy. He saved me. He changed me."

"I told you motherhood suites you."

"But getting Noah isn't the only thing that changed me. My life shifted entirely the day I walked into the courtroom and you asked Harris if it was bring your daughters to work day… smart ass."

"I will never live that down, will I?"

"Hell no. But you entered my world that day. I have never had an ADA keep me on my toes like you did and still do. I can't imagine trying to do this job without you there. But I think more than that I've decided I'm not sure I want to try doing life without you there either." He ran his hand through her hair and she leaned into his palm. "Yeah. We are easy here. It's paradise. It's relaxed and peaceful. I know life won't be easy in New York. Life is never easy in New York. But you need to know… I'm in. Whatever this is, I'm in."

He nodded and got up off the couch. He dimmed the few lights that were still on and fiddle with the radio until he found some quiet Cuban music. He extended his hand toward her and she grabbed it. He pulled her into him and slowly started swaying them back and forth, her arms around his shoulders, his hands on her hips. They were cheek to cheek with no space between them. She felt him start to hum and just laughed inside when she realized this bulldog of a lawyer and man could also sing. The way his hands felt on her hips, it was like…

"My daydream…" She hadn't even realized she had said it out loud until she heard him chuckle

"What daydream?"

She laid her forehead on his shoulder, slightly embarrassed. "So that night that you had to go talk to the DA. I went home and after Noah went to bed I just sat there thinking about what I wanted to happen. And I had this moment where I could see us together, in a place like this. And we were dancing and it felt just like this."

He pulled back and looked at her, that fire back in his eyes. "Me too." And their last bit of self-control vanished. Who kissed who first would never to be known, but soon he had her pinned to the closest wall, running his hand down her side, to her hip and down her leg, pulling it up slightly. She growled as she felt him and her effect on him. It was intoxicating and sexy as hell. She started to kiss her way slowly down his neck as she moved her hands to the buttons on his shirt.

"Liv" he breathed out and she pulled back for just a moment. The question was on his face. He would never push her any further than she ever wanted to go. He never had and he sure as hell wasn't going to start now. "Liv, I…"

"Rafael, if we hadn't stopped when we did on the beach, I was going to tell you to have your way with me against a palm tree."

He laughed and released his death grip on her leg. She pushed him away slightly and grabbed his hand, dragging him down the hall behind her.

She bit down on her lip to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs as she felt her release yet again. She had lost count at this point. She was pretty sure he was keeping score but she didn't much care anymore. They had spent hours learning every single part of each other. She dug her nails into his back as he finally gave over to her and collapsed. She kissed his temple and held onto him. He rolled off of her and they both laid there, breathing heavily.

He rolled his head over and looked at her, this beautiful, sexy, feisty woman who had chosen him. He grabbed her hand and kissed it.

"I need a shower."

"I'm totally joining you this time."

"Wouldn't have it any other way, Liv." He said as he dragged her out of bed and into the adjoining bathroom.

After a long shower that used all the hot water and the little bit of energy they both had left, she threw on an old t-shirt and crawled into bed. He stood there, looking at her and started to question what's next when…

"Stop thinking and get your ass in this bed now. I want to go to sleep." He dragged his boxers up his body and crawled in next to her as she flipped off the lamp. He pulled her into him and he fell asleep faster than he ever thought was possible