Author's note: Hey guys. Sorry if the last chapter shocked you. Here's a quick backstory: I was trying to think of a job that Casey could have had that would have been unlike her (she was depressed), one she would be extremely ashamed of, but also something that could do both those things WITHOUT her having to cheat on Olivia. What's more unlike a lawyer than a pole dancer? Anyway, please, please review. It's very appreciated.
Olivia knelt down next to Casey and pulled the sobbing attorney into her arms. She held her tightly, soothingly running her fingers through Casey's hair. "What had you so afraid of telling me that, Case?" the brunette asked.
"I thought you would leave me," Casey murmured, her reply partially muffled by the fact that her head was buried in the older woman's chest.
"Why would I leave you for that?" Olivia questioned. "I'm just mad I didn't get to see my girl on a pole," she added with a playful smirk.
Casey raised her head, her emerald eyes meeting Olivia's chocolate brown ones. She managed to slowly stop the flow of shameful tears. "I'm sure you would like that," the redhead murmured, her lips curling into a reluctant smile.
"Oh of course. How could I not? You, a pole, no clothes, and me coming up behind you and-"
"Olivia!" Casey exclaimed, the color rising to her cheeks, making them as red as her hair. She watched as her girlfriend stood up and lowered her hand. Taking it, Casey pulled herself up and adjusted her skirt, which had gone crooked. "What is it with you and sex from behind? That and handcuffs," she muttered as she walked over to her desk and opened the file she had accidentally knocked over earlier.
Olivia walked up behind her, wrapping her arms protectively around the younger woman's perfect body. "Because it gives me opportunities," she murmured, simultaneously sinking her teeth into Casey's neck and squeezing her breasts. She grinned at the quiet moan that escaped the redhead. "I rest my case," she whispered. She paused for a moment as one of the open case files caught her eye. Before Casey could grab it, the detective beat her to it. Glancing down at it, she scanned the information. To Casey, who knew exactly what was in the file, the thirty seconds that it took for the older woman to speak felt like an eternity thanks to her bundle of nerves. Olivia looked at her. "This isn't for a case."
It wasn't a statement. It was a fact, and Casey found her throat suddenly very dry. After a battle with her conscience, she shook her head, looking at the floor. "No. It's not," she replied quietly. Any other time, Olivia's detective skills were a major turn on, but now that they were being used against her, Casey felt a lot like a perp.
"Are you going to explain it to me or am I just going to sit here and wait twenty years for an explanation?" Olivia asked, though it sounded more like a demand.
"Why?" Casey replied. "You're not blind. You read it, so you can see what it is for!"
Olivia sighed. "Don't give me that. Please, Casey. No mind games. Tell me why you have this on your desk in plain view without bothering to tell me about it."
"It's information for a local sperm bank, okay?" Casey nearly shouted. She bit her lip, looking once more at the ground. "I printed it after lunch the other day." She sighed and perched on the edge of her desk. "I thought about it long before I left, but three years gives you time to think. It's like a time out, in that way. Anyway, I told myself if we got back together, then I would find the courage to ask for the one thing I have always wanted more than anything. So here goes." Casey took a deep breath, and forced herself to look into Olivia's eyes, despite her fear. "Can we have a baby?"
For the second time that night, Olivia didn't answer right away. Casey briefly wondered if her girlfriend could hear her heartbeat, which ran at triple its normal speed. Olivia's answer surprised Casey. She walked over to her and once more pulled the younger woman into her arms. "Sure, sweetheart. We can have a baby," she replied.
"Really?" Casey resisted the urge to jump the brunette. Instead, she settled for hugging her as tightly as she could. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank-" She was silenced when Olivia stuck her tongue down her throat. Casey let out a little whimper of surprise.
Olivia chuckled, breaking away after several moments. "That reminds me," she replied. "I had to make a quick stop on the way back to work when I left here after lunch today. I wasn't sure when to do this, but if now is not the time, then I have no idea when will be." The detective quickly lowered herself to her knees and took Casey's left hand, then reached in her pocket and retrieved the ring she had bought earlier that day, all without breaking the gaze she and the emerald eyed attorney shared. "Casey, honey, will you marry me?" she asked.
Casey gasped. For a moment, she was too stunned to speak. How many times had she laid awake at night imagining what it would be like if she and Olivia got married? Wondering if she was dreaming again but desperately hoping it was real, Casey nodded mutely. Realizing she needed to verbally answer, the redhead swallowed hard, then answered. "Yes, Olivia, I would love to marry you," she murmured. And as the older woman slid the ring onto her finger, Casey realized that she had never been happier in her entire life.