Lately all Olivia seemed to do was clean up. Toys, clothes, dishes, every time she turned around something was out of place or a mess. Not how she liked to keep her home. James seemed to manage to get into everything possible and if you told him no it was like it was a challenge and he tried any way. She was in a mood today. She had had a fight with Jay that morning because he expected her to be the one staying home with James all the time, and it made her so angry that he just assumed that. She ended up yelling and telling him to find a sitter because after this being the fourth day, she was going back to work.

"Olibia, play."

"No James I'm busy right now."

"No, you play."

"James I said not now."

"PLAY NOW PLAY NOW PLAY NOW."

Olivia slammed her hands on the counter.

"I said no!" She yelled.

james' eyes filled with tears.

"You mean. I want Jay."

"Fine you want Jay, let's go get Jay."

Thirty minutes later she was walking up the stairs holding onto the tiny human.

"Oh it's the Halstead family!" Antonio greeted.

Olivia shot him a glare. Jay took James from her arms.

"What do I owe the pleasure of this visit."

"I'm mean and he wanted you, so here we are."

Jay walked them into the break room and closed the door. Olivia sat down and put her head in her hands. James sat with a pen and paper and began scribbling around. Olivia looked beat, between taking care of James and the stress of having a little human running around and making a mess, Jay could tell it was getting to her.

"Livi I know you're frustrated, but the safest place for James, is with us."

"How do you even know that? Were his parents targeted? There's no other family relatives to take him? You were the one who was so paranoid about us having unprotected sex and then bam you walk through the door with a kid."

"We're all he's got right now. And yes I was concerned about us having sex, having a baby right now would be madness."

"So we take care of someone else's kid, but we can't have our own!" James looked up at her with his big blue eyes and she sighed," What're you drawing there James."

"Jay, Olibia and me." he said pointing to the messy stick figure and scribbles around it .

"look, we're both off tomorrow, I'll take care of James tomorrow and you can relax, take a break."

The next day they took James to the park to play. Olivia sat on a bench while Jay pushed James on the swing.

"Your so is adorable, he looks just like your husband." A lady sitting next to her commented.

Olivia wanted to say that they weren't married and that James wasn't theirs, but instead she just smiled and said thank you. She got up and went over to Jay.

"Olibia look how high."

"You're touching the clouds, Jay must be pretty strong!"

James giggled and Jay continued to push him.

"I'm sorry and I love you."

"I love you too." Jay said.

"Some lady said my husband and son are cute, that my son looks just like my husband. She's right, James kinda looks like you."

"Must be the eyes."

Oliva smiled.

"100%. Jay, why did you really bring him home?"

Jay shrugged.

"Felt like I needed to protect him, be there for him, show him it's okay and that he's safe and loved. That he'll be supported and always know it, not when it's too late."

Olivia knew Jay was talking about his relationship with his dad. She never knew Patrick Halstead that well but from what Jay told her, he always favored Will. Made Jay feel like he was never good enough, never seemed to care. It wasn't until Patrick died that Jay got to see how much he dad secretly cared. She knew Jay's biggest regret were the last words his had with his father and the kind of relationship they had.

"You'll be a great dad one day Jay, but you can't jump into a child's life because you feel guilty."

"I was meant to find him, we were meant to take him in for the time being."

"Maybe, but-"

"His middle name's Patrick."

"What?"

"James, his middle name is Patrick."

Olivia nodded.

"Just like you."

"Just like me. Olivia, we get to change this little boy's life, for however long we have him for, and that's all I wanna do."

"Okay," She sighed, "Then let's do that."

When they put James to bed that night, he kissed both of their cheeks before he laid down and conked out. Olivia had fallen asleep with her head on Jay's chest and he lay, running his fingers through her hair. Maybe she was right, maybe he did have some guilt. He resented his dad for most of his life, and by the time he knew better, it was too late. Patrick Halstead wasn't the greatest father. He put Will on a silver platter because he went to college, became a doctor, made money. Jay went to war, became a cop, not what Patrick considered anything great. Jay busted his ass day in and day out to save lives, protect people and his country and to his dad he was just some speck of dirt. When Jay found that his dad was saving articles and pictures, Jay realized his dad was proud, he just never showed it.

When Olivia first found out Jay was a cop, she always worried about him. She asked questions about his job and wondered about when he did some things under cover. From the moment they met, Jay felt like his mother sent Olivia into his life to balance him out. To give him a reason not to be so reckless at work. Olivia would always ask, after Jay would say that he kicked in another door, 'Why must you be the first one in? Why be the first to possibly be shot at?' and he'd tell her every time, that the first one in gets the most action. He could tell it made her crazy.

"Why are you still up?" Her voice was groggy and she kept her eyes closed.

"Just thinking."

"Bout what?" She mumbled.

"Do you like that I'm a cop?"

"Most days. But everyday, it scares me when you walk out that door that there's a chance you won't come home because I know how dangerous your job is. But I am so fucking proud to tell people my boyfriend is a detective in a very elite unit, who does more for this city than anyone will ever know, because he never ever asked for credit for anything."

"Do you wish I had a different job?"

"No, because you were born to be a cop, one of the best in this city. It's one of the reason why I love you."

"You are something else."

"I wish you could see how perfect you are Jay."