Casey watched as Olivia pinned the appointment card to the calendar next to the refrigerator. "I didn't actually pay attention to the most important detail," she admitted. "Where are we going?"

"Cryos International New York Sperm Bank," Olivia replied. She opened the cabinet and pulled out two wine glasses, then grabbed the bottle from the counter. "And that's not the most important detail," she added as she uncorked the wine and began to pour.

Casey looked at her. "Then what is?"

Olivia finished pouring their drinks and handed Casey a glass, sitting down next to her. "The most important detail is that you'll be the one carrying our child." Seeing Casey's eyebrow raise, she gently placed her hand on top of the redhead's. "I'm ten years older than you. I'm not exactly at the best age in life to have a baby. It's not worth the risk of birth defects or miscarriage. And then there's the fact that I am constantly thrown all over the place, jumping out of the way of bullets, chasing perps…and besides," she added with a playful smile, taking a sip of her wine, "I get the bonus of seeing my gorgeous wife pregnant."

"Of course there is a bonus. Who would Olivia Benson be without ulterior motives?" Casey asked with a grin. She crossed her legs under the table and thought about everything Olivia had just said. The older woman was more than right, she knew that. And she was excited at the prospect of having a baby, and flattered that Olivia wanted HER to carry it. But she was still nervous. "So how does this all work, exactly?" she asked.

Olivia smiled. "When we go in for our appointment, we will be given some donor files. It will allow us to choose a father for our baby. It will give us the father's blood type, which is very important, as I'm sure you know. Things that are important to know. They screen all potentials for STDs and genetic diseases. And then it gives us information about their racial origin, skin color, height, weight, color of eyes, etc."

"God, that's like getting impregnated by your dream guy," Casey responded, intrigued. "So we don't have to worry about STDs? What about Cystic Fibrosis?"

"They are screened thoroughly. We'll be fine, sweetheart."

Casey smiled softly as Olivia kissed her. "Okay." She picked her glass up and sat it back down. "So what kind of guy do we want?"

"White. Not to be racist, but because we want a white baby."

"I agree. Weight should be between one hundred fifty and one hundred seventy five pounds. I really don't want to be impregnated by a man that weighs three hundred pounds."

Olivia chuckled. "Agreed," she said. "As for height, I think we can be pretty broad in that category. I mean as long as he's not competing with a munchkin in a height contest."

Casey giggled and laid her head on the brunette's shoulder. "And he needs to be type A blood type."

"But you're type B," Olivia replied.

"I know. But if he's type A, the baby will be type AB..I think. That way it will be able to accept and give blood to almost anyone." Casey exhaled slowly. "Beyond that, I think we can figure the rest out when we get there. I'm so excited, Olivia. I'm nervous too, but I've wanted a baby for as long as I can remember, and it's finally happening."

Olivia smiled just as her phone rang. Both she and Casey looked at the caller ID. Olivia hit ignore and lightly tossed the phone onto the table. "I can't answer right now. I'm with my princess."

"Awwww." Casey hugged her. "I bet she's calling to try to convince you to change your mind so you'll get back in bed with her."

Olivia softly kissed the top of Casey's head. "Let her try. I made the mistake of giving in, but that will never happen again. I have a beautiful wife and will soon have a wonderful family. I have all I need right here."

Casey snuggled closer to her, which was made somewhat difficult by the fact that they were in two chairs as opposed to one piece of furniture. She kept her head on Olivia's shoulder and smiled softly to herself. Maybe it wasn't a bad idea to forgive the detective after all.