I know it's been two weeks, and I apologize, but college sucks. That's my only excuse. I hope the next update won't take me as long, actually I'm sure it wont because I don't have another lap practical to study for in the next few weeks. Enough about my life. Please ignore any errors, I just wanted to get this up for you guys since its been so long. Enjoy the chapter and please let me know what you think. :)

"Liv missed you last night." Jay spoke from the passenger seat.

"Awe I missed her too. It was really difficult being away from her after not having to for the past five nights."

Jay watched as her mind drifted someplace else, thinking about their daughter presumably. "She's just gotta get back into the swing of things, Er. You weren't supposed to get so sad when I told you that she missed you, it ruined what I was gonna say next."

She glimpsed over at him, putting the car in park outside their destination. "And what were you going to say next?"

His grin was smug and confident. "That she wasn't the only one." Before she'd even had time to comprehend, Jay was out of the vehicle, and making his way down the sidewalk.

Their "second date" was that same night. Jay brought Olivia over after work, and they ate takeout at Voight's dining room table. Hank was out running some personal errands, so they had the house to themselves.

Olivia's high chair was pulled up to the table, providing them entertainment as they ate. Olivia giggled and jabbered as she stuffed her little face full of avocado and peaches, her two favorite foods.

After dinner, they shared the responsibility of the dishes. Erin washed, and Jay would dry. Olivia crawled freely around the kitchen, opening cupboards and pulling out pots and pans whenever she could.

Hank was always a neat freak when it came to his kitchen, so Erin wasn't sure how he'd react if he saw his granddaughter at that moment. To make matters worse, Jay had given the child a wooden spoon, and showed her how to bang it against the bottom of a pot. Olivia spent the next few minutes serenading them with them the music of wooden spoon against metal, and the sweet sounds of her adorable squeals and giggles.

The drying usually went a lot faster than the actual washing, so while Jay would wait for Erin to catch up, he'd take a moment to engage Olivia. "Are you playing music for me and mommy? Is it supposed to be romantic for our date?"

Olivia babbled incoherent words in reply.

"And you're gonna tire yourself out and go to bed early, so mommy and I can do other romantic things tonight, right?"

Erin peaked over her shoulder, shooting him a sassy, kinked eyebrow glare.

"What?" Jay laughed. "Liv, you want daddy to have fun tonight don't you?"

"Yay!" Olivia dropped her wooden spoon and clapped her tiny hands together.

"See," he directed his attention back to Erin. "She's excited about the prospect of her mom and dad alleviating some pent up tension."

With a grin, Erin rolled her eyes. "Get over here and dry some dishes you slacker."

Not long after, it was Olivia's bedtime. They put her to sleep upstairs, before settling in on Hanks couch to watch a movie.

"I won't lie, no matter how good of terms Voight and I are on now, being in his house is always awkward." Jay stated.

"Why is that?"

"Maybe because the first few times I came here scarred me for life. Do you remember our first Thanksgiving here?"

Erin thought for a moment. "Don't tell me what happened, but give me a hint. It was obviously bad?" She questioned with a chuckled.

"Bad doesn't being to describe the amount of awkwardness and tension at that dinner table. Justin must have called me 'Deputy Dog' one hundred times."

Erin couldn't help but laugh at the nickname, and how it brought back recollection of that day. "Oh yeah, Justin was a real ass that day. Olive went to her parents for dinner with the baby, because she and Justin had gotten in a fight that morning, right?"

Jay nodded, assuring her that she was thinking of the right thanksgiving. He could see her start to piece together memories from that day, and she began to retell the story as she remembered.

They'd been dating just under a year, and it was time to spend their first major holiday together. Despite his best efforts, Jay could not talk her out of dragging him along to Hanks for Thanksgiving dinner. He would have been just fine with a turkey sandwich and some pumpkin pie while watching the football game. That was how he'd spent the holiday in the prior few years. Erin could go have her family dinner, and then come home to him. That would have been his ideal thanksgiving, but she had insisted he join her at Hanks, and when Erin Lindsay wants something, she usually gets it.

"Erin, I see you brought the deputy dog along." Justin stated while opening the front door.

"Shut up Justin." Erin rolled her eyes and gave a slight laugh as she walked into Hanks house. Fingers interlocked, she dragged a reluctant Jay, and a bag of cranberry sauce form the grocery store inside.

Although still tense, the hour before dinner wasn't too bad. Voight refused help in his kitchen, so Erin, Jay, and Justin watched the game in the living room. Justin excused himself for a large portion of the time to argue with Olive over the phone.

Things didn't take a turn for the worse until they sat around the table for dinner. Hank sat at the head of the table of course, Justin sat on one side, and Erin and Jay sat across form him, leaving the other end of the table empty. They were passing the bowls of food around family style, dishing it onto their plates, when Justin noticed something.

"No wine for you, Erin? Are you making pops a grandpa again?"

Jay about dropped the bowl of mashed potatoes he'd been holding, and Hank nearly choked on the gulp of red wine he'd just took. He always broke out a good bottle of wine on Thanksgiving. It was a tradition he and Camille had started long ago.

"Justin, shut up." The exasperation was evident in Erin's voice. She just wanted this day to go well. She wanted Hank and Jay to get along, and everything to go over smoothly, but Justin seemed determined to not let that happen.

"Sometimes the golden child screws up too." It was obvious that Justin was just teasing, but no one in the room was in the mood for his antics. He always took things to far.

"Justin, that's enough." Hank warned.

"Oh come on, dad. I'm just giving her a hard time. They know it's all in good fun." He turned to Jay. "Whoa, Deputy dog, you look like you've just seen a ghost. The idea of a family that terrifying to you?"

Jay cleared his throat uncomfortably. He didn't want to tear into Justin, but he was getting sick and tired of listening to him run his mouth. "No," He answered simply, to be safe.

"No?" Justin laughed looking at the others at the table like Jay had just said the most ridiculous thing ever, and he couldn't believe it. "Wow Erin, you picked a smart one, real eloquent and good with words. Do they let just about anyone up in intelligence these days, pops?"

"Can you not be an ass for five minutes?" Erin spoke sharply.

"Must be those pregnancy hormones. Olive was short tempered too."

Jay had been letting snide remarks pass all afternoon, and he was over it now. "She's not pregnant. Erin, and I will start a family when we're ready to settle down, and do it the right way."

Justin took this as a personal attack on his family, and Jay would be lying if he didn't admit he worded it that way just to get under his skin.

"Are you saying that there's something wrong with my family because Olive and I weren't married first?"

"Jay, don't indulge him, just pass the potatoes, please." Erin pleaded with her boyfriend giving his knee a quick squeeze under the table.

Jay ignored her request, keeping his attention on Justin. "I'm just saying that Erin and I are not in a place to be starting a family. We don't have the time, the right kind of financial stability, and we haven't even been together that long. I was in no way attacking your family, but you seem pretty defensive for someone that's supposedly happy."

His quick to fire temper kicking in, Justin took the napkin from his lap dropping it on the table, and scooted his chair away from the table preparing to stand. "You son of a bitch!"

"That's enough! Justin, sit your ass down, and shut your mouth! We're going to have an enjoyable holiday if it kills us." Hank finally intervened, his gruff bark blaring through the dining room.

Erin slid out of her chair and excused herself from the table quietly. There was no question that she was pissed.

After giving Justin a chilly glare of blame, Jay followed after her, to where she had locked herself in the first floor bathroom.

"Erin? Er, come on let me in. I'm sorry. You were right; I should've just ignored him. I was just sick of his shit. It was childish, and I apologize. Now come on, open up."

She unlocked the door, and retook her seat atop the toilet lid of the half bathroom. She refused to make eye contact with him.

"Baby, I'm sorry." Jay whispered gently closing the door behind him.

"You knew how important today was to me. I wanted things to go great between you and Hank, and now you and Justin went and pissed him off."

"You're right. I'll apologize to Hank when we go back out there."

"Did you mean all of that stuff you said out there?"

"What stuff?"

She gulped, tears threatening to escape from her eyes. "About us not being ready to start a family. Jay, I didn't just buy cranberry sauce at the store this morning, I also picked up a pregnancy test. I think I might be pregnant."

Breaking away from the memory, Erin turned towards Jay. "Well I wasn't pregnant. We didn't have to have that talk with Hank for another four years, and by then he'd warmed up to you at least."

"Yeah I'm thankful for that. Justin and I actually get along quiet well now too. Things have changed a lot since that first Thanksgiving."

"Trust me, I'm well aware of how much things have changed in the last five years."

Jay tucked a curl behind her ear. "I think this is one of the best changes that have happened in the last five years." He smiled as he leaned over and pressed his lips to hers.

From there things moved rapidly. Erin ended on her back, Jay hovering overtop of her, her hands in his hair, her legs wrapped 'round his waists, her hips grinding against his of their own volition. She'd lost all restraint. With his lips on hers, her rational mind lost all control over her body.

His lips moved to her jaw, and her neck, and her collarbone exposed by her V-neck. She kinked her neck to give him the best possible access. Her breaths were ragged pants in his ear, as a result of the long, heated kiss they'd just broke out of.

She could feel her arm move, yet it seemed so out of her control, like something, some primal urge had taken over her being.

She fumbled to grab the hand he had tangled in the silky strands of her hair. Once she'd taken hold of it, she ran it between them, down her body, and guided him straight to her jean-covered core. She was practically begging, and she could barely believe it herself. Erin Lindsay did not beg for anything, especially not sex.

Jay found her begging to be extremely sexy. It'd been over three months since either of them had been intimate; his body was practically aching for her touch. His blood was pumping as she let little out moans into his ear, and he used the base of his hand to rub her through her jeans.

He heard her give the breathiest whimper when he moved his hand back north. He knew her silent, wordless cry was asking him not to stop, but he was already in rout to his next destination. He reached the button of her jeans, and thumbed it open.

The rattling of the front door made them jump apart before things went any further. It ended up just being the wind, but it was probably for the best that they had stopped. Hank was due home any minute.

With a light chuckle, Erin placed a peck on his cheek and stood from the couch. "You want a beer?" She asked while sauntering to the kitchen.

"No thanks." She could hear the disappointment in his voice, but didn't think much of it.

She returned with one bottle of ale. "There was only one left anyways, and I wanted it." She smiled as she flopped down beside him on the couch. She was still practically glowing, until she noticed he seemed off. "What's up?"

"Nothing." He shook his head brushing off the question.

"Are you really pouting because we had to stop? It's not that big a deal, Jay. We were having fun, but Hank will be home any time now."

"I'm not upset. I'm just realizing that it doesn't have to be like this. We don't have to jump away from each other we don't want Hank to see us fooling around on his couch. We have an apartment, where we can do whatever we want, wherever we want, and don't have to worry about being caught."

"What are you saying, Jay?"

"I'm saying you should come home. You, me, and our girl all under one roof again. I'm sick of this back and forth. I wanna tuck our daughter in every night in her own room, then snuggle up next to you, and wake up that same way every morning. I want you to come home if you're ready."

She leaned forward, placing her beer bottle on the coffee table. "You mean that?" She asked turning to face him.

He took her hand in his. "Yeah, I do."

It was silent for a moment, as she soaked it all in. Finally she gave his hand a light squeeze, and a gentle smile. "I'll start thinking about it okay?"

He didn't answer right away. He'd expected her to say yes. He honestly thought she would have jumped at the idea. He understood that she deserved to have some hesitations about moving back in, but when he imagined this conversation, this was not the response he'd foreseen.

"Okay, good." He nodded finally. "It's getting late though. I should probably head home, and move my car out of the driveway, so Voight can pull in when he gets here."

"You probably should." She walked him to the door. "I had fun tonight, and I'm going to think about it okay?"

"I did too, and I don't wanna rush you, but I am ready for you to come home whenever you think you're ready."

"Good night, Jay." She stood up on her tip-toes giving him a sweet goodbye kiss.

"Goodnight." He lingered in the doorway for a moment, before leaving.

Less than five minutes later, Erin heard a rapping at the front door. The smile on her face grew when she opened it to reveal Jay on the other side. His fists were stuffed into his pockets, and his boyish grin was on his lips.

"I forgot something." He hurried to explain his reappearance.

"What?"

Placing his hands on her hips he backed her into the house, gently kicking the door shit behind him. "That I don't wanna leave. Not if my girls are here." He finished whispering just as her back made contact with the wall he'd been guiding her towards. With her now pinned against the wall, they shared a few slow kisses.

"Jay, Hank's gonna be here any minute." She pulled away and stumbled over her own words.

"That's fine. I moved my car. We can just go upstairs now." He nuzzled her nose.

"You know how he is. He's always had a strict no boys in the bedroom policy." She whined out the words not wanting to listen to them herself. She was hoping Jay would refute.

"You're not 16 anymore. We're married, Erin. You can do what you want."

Without another word, Erin pushed past him. She clutched his hand, and led him up the stairs.

They only made it about half way up the steps before Erin's back was pressed against the wall opposite the railing. Jay had a hand on her hip, the other cradling here face. Their lips were fused together once again.

"If Hank walks in right now." Erin mumbled as she pulled away.

The front door gave a perfect view up the staircase. If Voight walked in, he would undoubtedly see them. Regardless of the situation, or her age, the idea of her "father" catching her making out still made her uncomfortable.

"Please, don't talk about Hank right now." Jay laughed, taking her hand he pulled her the rest of the way upstairs and down the hall to her bedroom.

With playful aggression, Jay slammed her back against the bedroom door, placing sloppy kisses on her neck.

"Shhh. She's sleeping." Erin laughed while nodding towards Olivia in the pack and play a few feet away from them.

"Oh shit." He whispered. He'd been too caught up in the moment to realize their daughter was asleep nearby.

They both watched Liv for a moment. She moved around a bit, but didn't wake. Thankfully she'd always been a heavy sleeper.

With a regretful smile, Erin spoke, "I should go change and get ready for bed."

"I bet I could help you get out of those clothes and into bed." His low growl, paired with his sly grin, and the way his hands moved to her upper thighs preparing to carry her to bed, made pushing him away an incredibly difficult feat.

Placing her hands on his chest, she forced him to take a step back before he could kiss her again. "Jay, we can't." She sighed, hating her own words. "Not here. Not in his house with our daughter a foot from the bed."

As disappointing as it was, Jay knew she was right. He nodded solemnly.

Erin cradled his disappointed face in her hands. "I still want you to stay though. Are you up for just talking and maybe some spooning?"

"Yeah, I'd like that." He nodded.

"Good." Stepping up on her tiptoes she pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back in a few minutes." She grabbed her pajamas from a dresser drawer, and left for the bathroom.

"You didn't even get under the covers?" Erin asked as she crawled up the center of the bed towards him.

Jay sat a top the blankets, with his back against the headboard and his legs sprawled out comfortably. Erin perched on her knees, in the spot between his legs.

"You tell me we're just talking and spooning, and then crawl up the bed towards me wearing only my shirt. What a tease." He joked.

"Shut up." She smacked his chest playfully.

His hands reached out to rest on the cool skin of her bare legs. The shirt she was wearing just barely reached the tips of her thighs, leaving the rest of her legs completely exposed. "You're beautiful," He spoke huskily. His thumbs traced the smooth flesh of her thighs.

Erin breathed out a silent laugh. "You don't know that. You can't even see me; it's to dark in here."

"I can see you just fine. You've got your lips all pursed together trying not to smile, which makes your left dimple stand out way more than the right one for some reason, and that one stubborn curl keeps trying to fall into your eyes no matter how many times you push it behind your ear. You're beautiful. It doesn't matter how dark it is in here. I always know that you're beautiful."

She placed her hand over his, and gave it a squeeze. The room was silent, save Olivia's snoring, as they enjoyed one another's presence for a moment.

"Are we gonna spoon or what?" Erin finally whispered breaking their peaceful stillness.

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead as he stood up and pulled the blankets back. After Erin was situated, she climbed in behind her, and wrapped an arm around her middle.

"You used to hate it when I held you at night. You didn't mind cuddling up until you were ready to sleep, then you wanted me nowhere near you. You finally came around though. Dare I say you even enjoy it now?"

"You converted me to a cuddler, Halstead. I have to admit, this is nice."

Nuzzling a kiss behind her ear, he corrected her. "No, this is perfect.