Olivia pouted. "Why should I go first?"

"Because I came up with this brilliant idea."

"So you should go first."

"How about we each write it down and then trade at the same time?"

"You're such a lawyer."

"You said that was sexy!"

"I must have been drunk!"

They got a pen and each wrote down the name she had selected.

Alex smiled when she saw the name. "Lorelai Alexandra Cabot, beautiful."

Olivia smiled when she saw her son's name, "Benjamin Oliver Cabot."

"I want to call him Bennie or Ollie."

The mothers got their children in their arms. Alex held their son first while Olivia held their daughter.

They were both blondes with blue eyes. "Ollie looks like Trey," Alex said with a bittersweet smile. She hoped that her bond with her brother would transcend.

"They both look like you," Olivia said happily. "I won't be able to resist Lorelai. I can tell already."

Their friends and family made it single file, albeit with some pushing and shoving, into the room.

"Everyone," Olivia started, "welcome Lorelai Alexandra Cabot and Benjamin Oliver Cabot."

The home movies had officially begun. Everyone had his or her own message for the tiny tots.

"I'm going to spoil you rotten," Jennifer told them.

Liz told Lorelai, "I can already tell, you're Teflon II."

Ashley had the best comment. "When you get in trouble, remember to say plausible deniability."

The group laughed.

Alex raised a brow.

They put the video camera away once everyone had their little message. Alex and Olivia decided to go last and do theirs privately.

"Is the father coming?" Elliot questioned, which annoyed Alexandra to no end.

"He's infirm," Olivia told them.

"What's wrong with him?"

It was clear after Trevor Sr. came with the adoption forms.

"All you need to do is sign here," he handed the paper to Olivia. To those who didn't know, he just looked like a family law attorney.

While Olivia was signing, he picked up Bennie. "I can't believe I'm a grandfather. How big are they?"

Elliot's eyes got huge. They're Langan's kids?

"He is six pounds four ounces, and she is five pounds 11 ounces."

"Oh they're just perfect." He wished his son could be here to see this.

Eventually, visiting hours came to a close, even for the Cabots and their friends and family had to go home.

"We'll be back tomorrow," Walter told her.

"Do you need us to bring anything?"

"Food, any food" Olivia told her.

"We can do that."

They decided to tape their video before going to bed.

"Hi Ollie."

"Hi Lorelai."

"We just had you a few hours ago and it hurt like …"

Olivia covered her mouth, "No swearing."

"Heck!"

"Anyway, we wanted to say how incredibly happy we are to have you two."

"We love you so much, and we want you to be happy with us."

"I know we both work a lot of hours and are under a lot of stress sometimes, but you two are our main priority, and if we seem to forget, then we hope this video reminds us."

Olivia kissed her wife's head.

The babies needed to eat every two hours or so, making it impossible for the couple to sleep through the night.

"I guess I'm a milk factory now," she mumbled as she held Lorelai. Olivia had Ollie. He had already eaten.

Olivia felt bad that her wife was so sleepy, but it was a beautiful sight to behold as she fed their children.

"We're moms," Olivia told her.

"We are moms, very sleepy moms."

When Jennifer and Walter arrived, their daughter was asleep. They didn't dare wake her. They both know how rare this would be. Instead, they left the provisions, bagels, cream cheese, coffee, and chocolates with the nurse.

Elsa had come down to see how they were doing.

She peered in through the glass and could see Alex was out.

"She's very nice," the nurse said of their daughter.

"We're quite proud of her."

"Do you want to see the babies?"

They nodded eagerly and then followed her as she went to get the twins.

An orderly stopped them. "We're under strict orders to make sure that no one but the parents and the nursing team comes to get them."

"Orders from whom."

"Walter Cabot, he was concerned that …" Audra might do something stupid.

"I'm right here."

"Oh Mr. Cabot, very well then."

They picked up the twins.

"He's going to get in so much trouble," Walter said of the boy, Cabot boys always did.

"He? I bet she's more trouble," Jennifer told him; Alex was quite a character.

Olivia found them in the hall. "I just got off the phone with my Mom. She's so excited." She wanted to see pictures and hear every thing about them.

"They're precious," Elsa told Olivia of her babies.

"I don't believe we've met, Olivia Benson." They shook hands.

"I'm Elsa Mattson. I met your wife when she was visiting Trevor. I'm the nurse who tends to him most of the time."

"How do you tend to comatose patients?" Walter wondered.

"They need to be bathed and moved around so they don't get bed sores or infections. There are also devices that are to stimulate muscle activity, so the patients don't atrophy as much, but I don't operate them. We have a PT come in to do it."

Olivia and Elsa started to talk about their work. Their jobs were quite different, but they both had been inspired to help people in crisis by their childhoods, and they both had a history of exes who couldn't appreciate their dedication to the job.

"I want to have kids someday, but I'm not looking to drop everything I'm doing and start husband shopping. I just want it to come naturally, but that seems unrealistic given my hours."

"I was the same way. If Alex hadn't come strutting into my office in her Jimmy Choos, I'd still be single."

Once Alex woke, Elsa came to congratulate her.

"It was nice of you to stop by."

"They are beautiful kids."

"Do you think I can get up to Trevor's room? I want to introduce the twins."

Olivia had Lorelai in her arms; Alex had Ollie and Elsa pushed Alex's wheelchair.

Trevor Sr. was in the room when they got there. He tended to spend more time in New York these days. His wife wanted nothing to do with the twins, and he was not about to force her hand. He was, however, going to be a grandfather, whether his wife liked it or not.

When Alex said that the children could visit Trevor, this was not what he had in mind, but the sentiment did touch him.

"The twins were born yesterday. This is Benjamin Oliver Cabot, and his sister is Lorelai Alexandra Cabot. She started telling him about how the delivery sucked and when he woke up, she was going to kill him.

"I hope you do wake up," Alex told him. "So that when the twins ask what do I do for a living I can say that Olivia puts the bad guys in jail, and I beat you up in court to keep them there. Seriously, Trevor your underlings are running a comedy hour out of your firm."

It was hard for Olivia not to be jealous of Trevor, not of his comatose state obviously, but that he had created the twins with Alex. He still had a part in her life, one that she could never fill.

Olivia never asked Alex what she talked about with him; it wasn't her business, but damn, she was jealous, and Alex had no idea.

The twins were ready to eat again. "Seriously, how do they keep eating?" She knew they would eat this much in her book, but it felt absurd.

"I can't think of a more heartwarming sight."

"Tell that to my aching nipples."

"I got you an ointment that should help."

"You just want to play with the puppies."

"That's just an ancillary benefit."

"Using your fancy language on me."

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah."

When Olivia was just getting ready to close her eyes, the phone rang. That better not be work.

"Benson."

"Hey Liv it's Kathy. Would you two be up for a visit later this afternoon?"

It was 11 now.

"Sure."

"Is 1PM okay?"

"How about 2PM?"

"Perfect. I can't wait to see these little lawyers."

"They could be little cops too!" Olivia retorted, but she cracked a smile.

Alex was out by the time Olivia got off the phone. She kissed her cheek and snuggled next to her until it was time to get the twins for another feeding.

She had forgotten Kathy had called until there was a knock on the door.

It was Kathy. "We got some presents for the little ones."

She handed Olivia a pink shopping bag and Olivia handed her Ollie.

"He didn't fall far from the tree," Kathy remarked. "Those eyes."

Alex was still feeding Lorelai. "I'm glad they look like me. It would be weird if they looked like their father."

Olivia had been thinking the same thing, but she had never voiced it.

"Next time, Liv's carrying. I want a mini Benson."

Olivia looked at the presents. There were two stuffed animals, a bear with a pink shirt and a monkey with a blue shirt. She didn't have to ask Alex. She knew that her wife would give their son the bear and their daughter the monkey. She refused to subject their children to gender role expectations, which was part of the inspiration for their purple robot nursery.

They thanked Kathy for the presents, and Alex picked her brain on how to manage twins.

"Be careful with Ollie. Boys are more likely to pee on you when you're changing their diapers."

When the twins were ready to nap, Kathy headed out. "We'd love to have you all over for dinner once things settle down."

"I'm looking forward to it," Alex told her.

She smiled and then closed the door.

"I like her," Alex told Olivia. If only her husband weren't an asshat.

Sunday morning couldn't come fast enough. They were finally leaving the hospital and coming home. Dr. Gupta gave the twins a once over, and said they were perfect.

"Good luck you two." Rarely did she see couples who fit together so well.

They buckled the twins in their car seats for the first time and Olivia drove them home.

"What's the first thing you want to do?" Olivia questioned.

"I need a bath and some music while I nap."

"You and your musical naps."

"They soothe the soul Mrs. Cabot."

"I like it when you call me Mrs. Cabot."

"I know."

An hour later, Alex was enjoying a nap while Miles Davis played in the background. Olivia was on chore duty, taking out the trash, doing the dishes. Kathy's advice was to never leave something sitting. As soon as you remember something you have to do, do it before you forget or get caught up in other business.

Before she could finish her cleaning, Lorelai started to cry. By the time she got to the room, Ollie was crying too. "Copy cat!"

Neither of them seemed to need diaper changes and it wasn't time for their feeding.

"I think you just want to be held." She put Lorelai in one arm and Ollie in the other before sitting in the rocking chair.

"Mommy's got you," she cooed at them.

Later that night, the babies would get their first baths, which they recorded on their camcorder.

"We're going to embarrass them so much when they're older," Alex told Olivia. "We should play these every time they start dating someone we don't like."

Olivia's jaw dropped. "You're so naughty."

"I'm a Cabot (and we're notoriously naughty), and you are too."

Four days after the twins were born, both women were starting to really feel the sleep deprivation.

"This is absurd," Olivia complained. "I've pulled longer hours looking for perps."

"Adrenaline fuels you at work," Alex told her. "And you're not boxed in our apartment with our little devils."

Olivia was too tired to disagree. She ended up falling asleep on the couch.

They somehow find a way to survive until the weekend, when Serena and Abbie come up to see the baby and to give them a couple of hours off.

"We have bottles in the fridge," Olivia told them. "They usually feed directly from Alex, but they'll both accept bottles. Ollie may try to get to your boobs first."

"Little pervert," Abbie teased.

"They should be ready to eat in an hour and a half or so," Alex told them. "If there's a problem, all of the emergency numbers are on the fridge. There's also a surprise in there for you."

Olivia and Alex went to a cozy little restaurant and ordered brunch. "No dirty dishes."

"No dirty diapers."

"No crying."

"No spitting up."

"I miss them already," Alex admitted.

"Me too."

"They look just like Alex," Abbie said as she held up Lorelei.

"I want one," Serena told her.

"I think they want to keep them both."

"Not theirs, although it would be convenient since it's already here, but I mean one of ours."

"Really?" Abbie thought Persephone would be an only child.

"Not this second, since I'm just getting into my work with the Kaiser Foundation, but in the next couple years, I'd like to have a little Carmichael around."

Abbie assumed she'd never be a mother; she also assumed she'd never settle down, but if she would be a mother with anyone, it would be Serena.

After brunch, Olivia and Alex went to the park. "My body feels so different," Alex told her wife as they passed some bluebirds. "I can't believe I used to run every day." It was a staple in her life, the longest relationship she had ever had, and poof, gone.

"In a few months, you can try again."

"You don't want me to be fat anymore ... do you?"

Olivia was in trouble. "I only meant that …"

Alex started to laugh at her.

"You little shit."

"Sorry, it's too much fun to tease you."

Olivia pecked her forehead. "I want you to run only if you want it."

"Yoga's not too terrible. I thought it was for rich white girls who want to pretend to exercise, well the American version anyway."

"And now?"

"I think that's still it's most popular purpose, but I learned a lot about tranquility and balance. I think it helped me from going nuts all of the times I wanted to during my pregnancy."

"You only went nuts like ½ the time."

"More like ¼."

Olivia raised a brow.

"I saw you eat the last orange once and I wanted to scream, just to later see three more oranges in the fridge."

The second week went easier than the first. Alex and Olivia started to come up with a system. They'd pick one baby each day and were responsible for his or her diaper change, and they alternated nighttime feedings, to try and carve out as much respite as possible.

They also took the twins for walks throughout the complex to give them a break from the four walls of their apartment and to show off their adorable babies.

They still had all of the crying and pooping and sniffles, but it was the most amazing thing in the world.

"We're so lucky," Olivia told her. It wasn't always easy for lesbians to become parents. IVF treatments were hardly automatic and adoption agencies could be biased. "They practically fell into our laps."

"Humph! You didn't have to push them out or sleep with Trevor, which was worse."

Olivia kissed her nose. "Now you only sleep with me."