Olivia gets surgery. Everything goes successfully and after a week in the hospital she gets to go home. She and Elliot are sitting in bed the night they go home discussing different things.

"So have you thought about any names for the babies yet?" Elliot asks Olivia.

"No that's why the name book is sitting on the night stand," she replies sarcastically.

"Oh,"

"Why do you have any suggestions?"

"I was thinking Sloane,"

"If we have a boy?"

"No, for a girl,"

"Elliot I wouldn't name anyone that,"

"Why not? It's a good strong name,"

"I'm not naming my daughter Sloane I don't want her to be some sort of hard ass,"

"Why not? You are," he jokes.

"Absolutely not," she puts her foot down.

Meanwhile in Ava's room: Ava is lying in bed reading when she happens to look over at the baby who is sleeping peacefully in her crib.

Ava's P.O.V.

She looks like Adam. I guess it's a good thing considering. I hope I don't screw her up. She's so little and precious. And beautiful, and easy. I probably couldn't ask for a better baby. I hope she has some sense when she gets older. I don't want her to turn out like me. She better not date until she's thirty, or at least wait that long to have sex. If she gets pregnant at fifteen I'll kill her I don't care how hypocritical it is. I wouldn't make the same mistakes my mother did just because she did. I love her but I want to be different. I just want her to be happy, and healthy, and smart with a good head on her shoulders. And I hope she has her dad's temper, because mine can be like my hair, red hot.

Elliot thumbs through Ava's baby album. He sees a picture of her when she's about a year and a half old. A chubby little redhead. She's sitting on a stump with a marigold behind her ear. It makes her bright fire colored hair that much more noticeable. He smiles and starts to think about his daughters.

Elliot's P.O.V.

First there was Maureen. I wish I'd been there more for her. She was all grown up now, getting ready to graduate from grad-school soon. Then there was Kathleen. She was a little spitfire she always just said what was on her mind. She was a lot like her mother. I haven't been there like he should have for her either. And Elizabeth. My little Lizzy was almost all grown up. I've missed a lot in her life. She never got to really have both parents at the same time. Kathy and I were always at odds by the time she was old enough to remember anything. But then there was Ava who didn't even met me until a few months ago. I've missed every milestone in her life, first words, first steps, first smiles. I've missed all of her birthday's and never been to any of her school functions. I never got any Christmas's or other holidays. No toothless smiles, or sleepless nights. I've never been there for her at all. Not that it's completely my fault, after all I didn't even know she existed. She didn't exactly have a great childhood, no mom, no dad she was bound to be screwed up. But now we're here and we've got to fix it. And another girl or two on the way. I need to do better, by all of them. Tell them I love them, and that they're beautiful, and special.

Olivia looks through the baby name book and recalls when she had done the same before Ava was born.

Olivia's P.O.V.

I remember the day I found out I was pregnant with her. I threw up all over the car. It smelled until she was born. But as soon as I felt her move I just couldn't wait to get to meet her. I don't know how, or why but from the beginning I knew she was a girl. I sure prayed enough for her to be. Then she was born, and was so beautiful. She was a beautiful baby, and sweet. I wish I hadn't screwed up. I still can't figure out why I left. Well I know why, but was it really a good enough reason? What was I thinking? She was still a baby. She seemed so grown up, but she was so little.

Flashback: (The day Olivia takes Ava to stay with her grandparents.)

They were in the car. Olivia kept looking at Ava in the rearview mirror on the way to Ohio.

"Mommy I don't want you to leave," the little redhead insisted.
Olivia didn't stay anything.
"Mommy!" she whined.
Olivia ignored her. She was afraid if she responded that she'd cry.
"La, la, la, la," Ava sung at the top of her lungs trying to get on Olivia's nerves, so she'd get some attention.
"Ava stop it! Stop acting like you're three," Olivia raised her voice as she glared at the girl in the rearview mirror.
"Sorry, but mommy I am three," she replied clearly scared by her mother raising her voice.
That was the end of Olivia's attempt to keep from crying. She had to pull over. She cried for ten minutes before getting back on the road.

End of flashback-EOEOEOEOEO

I screwed up so bad. I never should have left her. I missed so much. Then when I got my act together and got to be there for her she was damaged goods. Another broken, and hurt kid with a kid of her own on the way to think of. If a mother left their daughter the way I did I'd hate them. I hate what I did sometimes. But how could I have known that she wasn't his. I thought she was a reminder of an abusive relationship. How could my mother have looked at me everyday? She must have hated me. I don't know why Ava even puts up with me.

The truth was that they had all made mistakes. Some that they could live with and some that they couldn't. And some mistakes that happened for a reason. But Olivia blamed herself the most of all of them. For ruining her mother's life, for ruining her daughter's life, and for hating herself. She felt like a horrible example for her daughter. She thought Ava deserved better. So did Elliot. None of them were very pleased with themselves which is why Olivia was prompted to make a decision.

"We should do family counseling," she tells Elliot.

"Why?"

"Because everyone in this family is broken, or mangled, or scarred. All of us,"

"Ok, but I think we should tell the kids about the twins, and Ava before we go to counseling,"

"I guess," she agrees.

The following morning at breakfast things are pretty quiet. Elliot is already at work, and Olivia and Ava just stare at each other. Ava was livid at Olivia. She was for a lot of reasons, and she knew what just to tell her to make things even, but she wasn't going to. She wasn't ready to be that honest. But if she knew Ava would be in trouble, but at the same time she'd be happy because Liv would be pissed at her. Ava slurps down the milk left in her cereal bowl and goes upstairs to take care of Sophia. It was Saturday so it would be awkwardly silent. Elliot had to work, and none of his other kids were there because he and Kathy agreed that Olivia just needed some quiet since she had only been released from the hospital the day before.

Ava changes Sophia and then puts her back in her crib to sleep. Ava sits in her bed and thinks to herself: If she only knew. She'd kill me. Not that it matters whether or not I tell her. If I did tell her she'd just be mad, and ground me. Not that I'm really going any where or doing anything.

Flashback:

It was the night that Olivia passed out and had to go to the hospital. Ava took off with Adam. Jayne took the baby to her room so that Ava and Adam could talk. She sat there on the bed next to him and just stared at him.

"What?" he asked her.

"Nothing," she smirked.

"Seriously what?"

"Nothing I was just thinking about how much I love you. And how lucky I am to have you,"

"Yeah. You probably didn't feel that way two weeks ago when they were pulling a baby out of you," he told her.

"It wasn't as bad as you'd think," she admitted falsely. It was bad. It hurt a lot, but she didn't really care. Sophia was here safely now so that's all that mattered.

"What are you thinking about?"

"You,"

"What about me?"

"How much better you look with your shirt off,"

"Ava!"

"Well it's true,"

"Why are you thinking that?"

"I thought that we could... never mind,"

"That we could what?"

"Nothing. I mean something but..."

"Just tell me,"

She whispered into his ear.

"After what just happened you want to do that?" he questioned her.

"Yeah,"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes absolutely. I mean the first time it wasn't exactly memorable. Which was probably a good thing. But after what we got out of it I think we deserve to have a little bit of fun,"

"But Ava I don't have any..."

"I don't think you can you know, right after you know,"

"I don't know,"

"Can we stop talking about it and just do it?"

"I'm up for it if you are. I mean I'm a teenage boy nothing would make me happier,"

She didn't say anything. She just started kissing him. Articles of clothing went everywhere. Afterward he just held her for a while.

"Wanna do it again?" she giggled like a naughty schoolgirl–mainly because she was.

He just nodded.

She was on top of him when her phone rang.

"You've got to be kidding me," she sighed.

"Just don't answer it," he told her.

"What if something's wrong?" she replied.

"Fine answer it,"

Without moving anything but her arm she grabs her phone. She takes a deep breath and then answers.

"Hello?"

"Ava this is Elliot," he said frantically.

"What's wrong? Is everything ok?"

"No can you meet me at St. Mary's?"

"Yeah why?"

"Your mom passed out we're on our way to the hospital,"

"Are you in the ambulance now?"

"Yeah,"

"Can you hand the phone to the emt?" She hated her life.

"Why?"

"Please just do it,"

"Ok," Elliot agrees as he hands the phone over to the emt.

"Hello?" the emt said.

"Hi, listen very carefully. She's pregnant I'm pretty sure that's why she passed out,"

"Ok," the man says as he nodded his head.

"Whatever you do under no circumstances are you to tell the man in the ambulance with her that she's pregnant. He doesn't know. Can you promise that you won't?"

"Yeah," he agreed as he hung handed the phone back to Elliot.

"We better hurry up, my mom is on her way to the hospital,"

"And you still want to do this? I mean we don't have to,"

"It won't take very long. One for the road," she joked. She was a teenager and her hormones, and contempt for her mother catapulted her into a very rash decision. As soon as it was over she quickly threw on her clothes and brushed her hair. She went down the hall knocked on Jayne's door and got the baby. Then she has the chauffeur drive her to the hospital.

End of flashback- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

In a way she was glad she did it. Especially after what happened the next day. She was glad she got to have that with him, but in her mind she was still afraid that it was going to come back and bite her in the ass. She decides to just come clean. She finds Olivia in her room watching T.V.

"Mom can I talk to you?" she questions.

"Uh huh,"

Ava sits down on the bed.

"I want to tell you something and I don't want you to get mad. So promise me you won't get mad," secretly she hoped that Olivia would get mad in a way Ava felt like she'd experience catharsis.

"I promise," she says without looking away from the t.v.

"I had sex," Ava admits.

"That's nice," Olivia comments without even hearing what she had said.

Ava turns of the T.V.

"I had sex," she repeats.

"Of course you did, how else do you have a baby?"

"Not then. A different time," she says almost shamefully.

"What?" Olivia wonders in shock.

A/N: If I get 27 reviews this chapter next time I update I'll add two chapters at once.