Olivia Marsden

"Do you really have to go in?" I asked, pouting as I watched my wife loop her belt on.

"Unfortunately, I do," she replied, flicking her hair over her shoulder and turning to grab her gun and shield from the bedside drawer, "but this just means that I can put in a request to be off on Monday and maybe convince you to call in and we can stay in bed. All. Day. Long," she husked, approaching me and looping her arms through my waist.

I smiled and bit my lip, "Olivia Margaret Benson you know you're propositioning and blackmailing an FBI agent, that's a Class A misdemeanor," I quipped.

"I'm willing to take those chances if it means I get to bed you," she flirted, leaning forward to claim my lips.

She pulled back and rested her forehead with mine; breathing out the air she had held in. We stood like that, enjoying the other's proximity and the intimacy the embrace provided. Her phone vibrated against her bottom and she groaned, throwing her head back and staring at the ceiling, "Go," I said with a smile, "Be safe, Olivia and please come back to us."

"I will, I promise you that," she mentioned as she released my body.

We walked out of our room together and I called for the kids to come and say goodbye to their mother. They hugged her one by one and in the end we told her that we loved her and that we would, hopefully, see her tomorrow at the latest. It was a cold Saturday morning and Olivia had been called in by Fin saying that they had found twins wandering around Battery Park, naked, beaten, and bloodied and claiming that they had done something wrong in order to escape. This was fixing to be a long weekend but we all had to do what we needed to in order to continue making the streets of New York just a tiny bit better and safer for every child out there. The kids and I sat in the living room, underneath warm blankets, watching movies since the steady fall of the snow had us feeling particularly lazy.

We continued our day underneath blankets and playing games around the house until nighttime fast approached. Olivia had already let me know that they were going to continue to work the case overnight since the twins were cooperating and seemed receptive to their surroundings. She had kept the details to herself but she had shared what was going on with the case, something new and welcomed from her. I made sure everybody was ready for bed and one by one; I visited their rooms, tucking them in and spending more minutes before they drifted into sleep. Sleep for me was going to be a little more difficult to conceive, since I didn't have my wife next to me but I lain on the side of her bed and placed my hands on my swollen stomach, rubbing the stretched skin. The simple act brought me comfort and honestly, I was accustomed to it by now. Olivia couldn't fall asleep if she wasn't pressed against my body and her hand wasn't dancing over my belly so, this was her fault. I tittered and closed my eyes, breathing easily, and focusing on my heartbeat. Before I knew, I was safely wrapped in Morpheus arms.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

My body flew up from the bed, what the fuck? It was five minutes to seven and the kids couldn't have been awake.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Someone's at the door? I hopped off the bed and felt the cool hardwood against my feet. I approached my bedroom door and crossed the threshold that led me to the living room and subsequently gave me view down the hall to the kid's room. All of their doors were closed which meant, they were still asleep. I walked towards the door and looked through the peephole, a teenage girl? This isn't one of Cassidy's friends, she's too big, I opened the door and peeked my head, shielding my body behind the sturdy door, "H—Hi," she said, her teeth chattering against her jaw.

"Hello, how can I help you?" I offered.

The girl hugged her waist, rubbing her arms against her sides, "I—Is Olivia home?"

Olivia? What do you want with Olivia? "I'm sorry, who are you?"

The girl widened her eyes and took a step back, "Oh, umm," she stammered, "this was a mistake. I s—should leave," she said turning.

"No, wait," what the hell are you doing, Victoria? "Olivia's not here at the moment but you're cold and it's snowing outside. Please, come in," I offered, stepping from behind the door.

She eyed me suspiciously but lowered her head and stepped inside. Once in the foyer she took her surroundings in, "Wow, this place is huge!" she said turning to face me and that's when she noticed my swollen belly, "You're pregnant."

I chuckled, "I am," I noticed the girl's blue tinted lips, "Uh, you look to be about my size. How about you sit here and I'll go get you something warm to change into."

"Y—You don't have to," she quickly responded.

"I know, but I want to. I can't let you stay cold, you'll catch something way worse," I finished turning to leave to my room. Inside, I rummaged through my drawers, looking for a pair of fleece leggings. I found a color block, long sleeve jumper, and some socks and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me. As I turned, I noticed she was looking at the multiple pictures that decorated our walls, shelves, and tables around the living room. I smiled, "Uh, here," I uttered, handing her the clothes, "There's a bathroom, first door to your right. I'll be waiting for you here…" I trailed off, hinting at the sudden realization that I didn't know this girl's name.

"Oh, Olivia but everyone calls me Via."

I nodded and saw the girl walk towards the bathroom. I huffed and brought my hands to my belly, "Why is she here and why is she looking for Liv, nugget?" I mused, "Is she someone that Mommy helped once? How does she know where we live, though?" I walked through the kitchen, grabbing two mugs from the cabinets and preparing one for hot chocolate and the other for tea.

As I'm submerging my tea bag into my hot water mug, Via returned, "They fit like a glove, thank you," I smiled at the girl, "I didn't know where to put my wet clothes so I hung them on the curtain rod, is—is that ok?"

I nodded, "Here, have a seat," I ushered as I pushed the mug of hot chocolate towards the girl. She sat across from me on one of the bar stools and hugged the mug, taking a careful sip, "How do you know my wife?"

She looked up from the mug with a surprised expression on her face, "Wife? You guys are gay?"

I furrowed my brows and pursed my lips, "Lesbians, but yes, we are."

She coughed slightly, "I—I'm sorry, I just didn't know. That's cool and uh," she averted her eyes momentarily as if she were nervous of something, "my name is Olivia Marsden."

She relinquished that sentence as if it held meaning to her… or me. I shrugged my shoulders and sipped my tea, waiting for the girl to continue, "Marsden, as in Simon Marsden," I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head, "Wow," she said, "you really have no idea who I am?"

"I'm sorry but no."

"Olivia is my aunt," she conceded.

I stopped the mug from reaching my lips and placed it atop the surface of the breakfast bar. Olivia has a brother? "What?"

Via nodded, "Simon Marsden—my father—is your wife's half-brother. They share the same dad."

"D—Does Olivia know about you?"

Via nodded, "It's the entire reason I am named Olivia, because of her."

"H—How old are you?"

"I'll be fifteen in a couple of months," she said softly.

I nodded and willed my body to slow down. Olivia had a half-brother that I knew nothing about. This woman, this enigmatic woman was filled with many a surprise. At the moment I didn't know whether to be surprised, upset, relieved… my emotions were everywhere and so were my thoughts, I have a niece! As I stared at the milky complexion of Via, I was able to finally place some similarities. The dark hair, the depth of her brown eyes, the shape of the brows… there were similarities and I wondered, does this Simon Marsden resemble my Liv? The soft patter of socked feet made itself known: Noah.

"Mama," Noah chirped.

"Hey sweet boy, come here," I said, stepping from behind the bar, "What are you doing up so early, huh?"

He yawned as he collapsed with my body, his arms circling my belly, "I heard voices, I thought Mommy was back."

"Oh," I said, bringing my hand down to scratch his head, "not yet, baby but soon."

"Who is she?" Noah asked, looking up at me.

Via had a stunned look on her face and I smiled, "This is Via, want to be polite?"

Noah smiled and looked at the girl, "Good morning, I'm Noah."

"Morning," she responded, waving her hand at the boy, "Olivia, but everyone calls me Via."

Noah nodded and went to sit next to the ivory teen, "Omelet with fruit, Noah?"

"I thought eggs made nugget uncomfortable," he relished.

I chuckled, "Only when I have to make them sunny side up," I finished, looking at Via, "Fried eggs make me nauseous, the smell…"

"Oh," she said.

"Do you have any allergies?" I asked.

"I'm allergic to mushrooms," Noah said, looking at the girl, "I'm the only one with food allergies."

"Peanuts, I can eat walnuts and almonds and even cashews but peanuts are not my friend."

"There's a difference between a peanut allergy and a tree nut allergy, Via."

"Yea, my doctor said the same thing, who knew?"

I served Noah some juice and began getting busy in the kitchen with breakfast. Shortly, the boys woke and lastly, Cassidy. I knew as soon as the smell of food permeated the apartment, that they would wake so I had made enough for them when they did. I served them their breakfast and ate with them. Via seemed quiet for the most part but she engaged in conversation whenever a question was directed towards her. Hunter was apprehensive of the girl so he kept his distance but my other three kids seemed at ease around her.

After breakfast, everybody left to the bathroom and their rooms to change and clean their teeth. I used this time to duck in my room momentarily to call Olivia. I didn't know what to say. What do you say when a family member you haven't seen and/or heard from in so long suddenly shows up at your doorstep, unannounced? How do you react when your partner is the one telling you about your secret family member that you somehow neglected to inform them of?

I sighed and waited for the rings to be answered, "Baby," she mentioned, "We're wrapping up here and I should be home in ten minutes."

I puffed, "Yea, well get your ass here pronto. We have a conversation pending, Olivia."

"Whoa, slow down. What happened?"

I chuckled dryly, "You'll see what happened when you get here."

"Babe, if I did something wrong why not talk about it now and that way when I get home, we can spend time together. I've missed you and the kids, I don't want to argue once I'm home," she pled.

"I don't think this is something we get to talk about over the phone, Liv," I breathed out, sitting on the bed, "Listen, I don't know if I'm upset or not but we'll figure that out once you're here. I j—just need you here, ok?"

"Ok, ok, that's fine. Just, tell me something; am I going to sleep in our bed tonight or should I make other arrangements?"

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, smiling at my wife's words, "Liv, when have I kicked you out of the bed? That hasn't happened since our first year of marriage."

"Oh no, you're right. You don't kick me out of the bed, you leave altogether."

"I left once and you know why that had to be done," I admonished playfully, "Plus, my understanding was that Noah slept with you that night, so don't even go there."

"I won't but if it it's any good, I'm already picking up to leave. I'll see you soon, I love you," she offered.

"I love you, too."

It wasn't long before Olivia walked through the doors of our home. The kids had been playing hide-and-seek through the apartment and Via and I were the seekers. I was in search of Hudson, whom I knew had hidden in the pantry. As I'm walking past the foyer, I see her and wink towards her, bringing my forefinger to my lips as I point to the kitchen. Olivia bit the tip of her tongue and smiled, following me to the kitchen and then to the pantry. I placed my hands on the doorknobs and could hear the faint giggling of the boy hiding on the other side of the double doors. I opened the doors, "Gotcha!"

Hudson squealed, "You got me, Mama," he relinquished, running to my legs. He noticed the figure behind me, "Mommy," he yelped, dragging on the last syllable.

At Hudson's admission, the rest of the kids filed out of their hiding places, coming to greet their mother, "Hey monsters, Mama lost again in hide-and-seek?"

Cassidy nodded, "She and Via both lost."

"Via?" Olivia asked, furrowing her brow and looking at me.

I sighed, "Yea, Liv, I think…" I stopped and watched as Via stepped in front of the breakfast bar, her head down and her wavy, silky tresses shielded her face until she pushed one side of them behind her ear with her hand.

Olivia looked at the girl and placed Hudson on the ground, "Who are you?"

"My name is Olivia Marsden," she answered.

Olivia scoffed as she was taken aback, "How did you get here? How did you know where to find me?"

The girl opened her mouth to speak but Olivia was on a rampage, "When did you get here? Did—Did your father put you up to this?"

I recognized the growl in her voice and I stepped forward, placing my palm flat in the middle of her chest, "Hey," I grumbled loudly, snapping her eyes towards me, "Hey," I said softly, raising my brows at her, "Why don't we go to our room and simmer, huh?" I smiled, "You haven't even kissed me hello, yet."

Olivia closed her eyes and smiled, nodding slowly, "Ok."

"Ok?" I parroted, opening my eyes to her.

She nodded and turned to exit the kitchen. She smiled at the kids and tapped Cassidy's nose, causing the girl to giggle, "Why don't you guys keep playing whilst Mommy and I talk in the room?"

"O—Ok," Via stuttered, "Everyone back to their hiding places, except for you Hudson, you can seek with me, deal?"

By the time Hudson offered his answer, Olivia and I had ducked in our room. She sat on the bed and threw her body back against the mattress, groaning and pressing the palms of her hands flush against her eyes, "Why didn't you call me sooner, Tori?"

"And, say what, Olivia?" I responded, climbing the bed and kneeling besides her body, "Liv, your niece—who by the way, I didn't know existed—showed up at the apartment wet and cold, should I let her in or should I leave her outside waiting for you?"

She brought her hands down to her sides, her left hand resting on my knee, "You're right, I'm sorry," she huffed loudly, "I know I should've said something about my half-brother and his family."

"Yea, no shit, Olivia," I bit back with a chuckle, "We've been married for almost four years and you just so happened to omit information from your life that though, may not be relevant to you, is relevant to me."

She opened her eyes slowly, "I found about him by running my DNA through the system back when I was detective and you know could've gotten me fired. He's had problems with the law before and I've even loaned him money to bail him out only to be screwed over by him. Last I saw and knew about him, he wasn't allowed to see Olivia or Ty for three years," she paused, looking in my eyes, "I was alone for most of my life so I kept it that way when he left. Then Noah came in and five years later I met you. You are my life now, Tori. You and the kids, nothing else matters."

I sighed and smiled, "I get it, Liv," I mentioned, grabbing the hand on top of my knee, "but they're still your family and even if you want nothing to do with them, that girl is here for a reason. I reckon it's up to you if you want to prod and find out why she's here and whatever you decide, I'll be here for you," I finished as she came forward to sit.

She sighed, "Alright, I'll talk to her," she said leaning forward and kissing my lips gingerly, "Thank you," she said against my lips, claiming them once more in a lingering lock.

A/N: Thank you for the reviews! From this point forward, things are going to get a little weird but stick with me, I have a good plan. ;)