Casey moved closer to Olivia, smiling softly as the brunette wrapped her arms around her. She laid her head on Olivia's chest and sighed. Getting into bed with the woman who broke her heart twice was not a wise move. Casey knew that perfectly well. But she also knew that she wanted with everything she had to forgive Olivia, to move on, and to her, this was as good a start as anything. So, when Olivia's hands had traveled downward earlier, Casey hadn't stopped her.

Olivia's phone shattered the peaceful silence. As Olivia grabbed it, Casey looked at her, knowing the high probability of it being a work call. "Olivia, you can't just leave after sex like that," the redhead informed her.

"If I have to leave, I can't help that," Olivia replied, hitting the green button on her phone. "Benson." She silently told Casey to be quiet by putting her finger to her lips. Casey sat up, holding the covers around her body modestly as Olivia enabled speakerphone. "What do you need, Elliot?" Olivia asked.

Elliot answered immediately, as if he had been planning what to say. "I heard you and Casey made up."

"What is this, high school?" Olivia demanded. "Whether we made up or not is nobody's business but our own. But since you're so nosey, yes, we did, and she's home."

"That's great," Elliot replied.

"Is that all you called for?"

"Am I that transparent?" Elliot chuckled. Silently, Casey rolled her eyes. "You two make a good couple."

Olivia shook her head, even though she knew he couldn't see her. "What is it with men and lesbian relationships? What the hell is such a turn on about that?"

"Depends who the women are."

"Especially two fine ladies like yourselves," chorused a voice Casey recognized immediately as that of John Munch.

Olivia switched ears with the phone. "Goodnight. Try not to fantasize too hard." Without waiting for an answer, she hung up and looked at Casey, who once more laid on her chest. "Unbelievable. I can't believe he had that conversation IN FRONT OF EVERYONE."

"You're the one who always says that men lack consciences and a sophisticated brain," Casey pointed out with a little smile. "Am I going to have to prosecute you for being a man hater, Detective?" she asked, playfully trailing her fingers down Olivia's abdomen.

"I plead the fifth," Olivia replied, chuckling. "Are you hungry?"

Casey nodded. "When am I not?" She looked down at her stomach, which she swore grew fatter by the second. She brought Olivia's hand to a rest on top of it and smiled. "We both are."

Olivia grinned. "Then I'll make something for all of us. You too, little one," she murmured, gently kissing Casey's belly. Moving to her lips, she kissed her once more and got out of bed, grabbing her robe just before she left the bedroom.

Casey propped some pillows up and leaned against them comfortably. She listened to the clatter of pots, pans, and silverware coming from the kitchen downstairs and smiled softly. Normally, she didn't have much of an appetite, but thanks to her pregnancy, she was hungry all the time. She wondered briefly if some of the weight put on during a pregnancy was because of the baby's insatiable appetite. Was it just her baby? Or were all babies like that? Casey shook her head, knowing it was a question that she couldn't answer. This was all new to her: the constant cravings, the miserable morning sickness, moodiness…it amazed Casey that all of those things were caused by one little baby.

Olivia returned, startling her out of her thoughts. Casey smiled as she watched her set up two TV trays, one on each side of the bed. The brunette handed Casey a steaming mug of cocoa, overflowing with mini marshmallows, just the way the attorney liked it. Then she placed a covered plate and some silverware on Casey's TV tray. When she removed the plate, Casey smiled when she saw what they would be having. "You ordered pizza?" she asked with a playful eyebrow raise. "Then what was all that banging around in the kitchen, Iron Chef Benson?"

"I was trying to find the marshmallows and cocoa mix," Olivia said, shrugging sheepishly. She gestured to the pizza box she had placed on the dresser on the way in. Casey mentally kicked herself for being so oblivious and not seeing it. "It's extra extra pepperoni," she offered. "And extra large."

"Lots of extras," Casey joked, giggling. She peeled a piece of pepperoni from one of the slices of pizza on her plate, folded it in half, and popped it into her mouth. "Yum," she said once she had swallowed. She watched Olivia prepare a plate for herself and smiled when the older woman sat down next to her. "You know," she said after several minutes, during which both of them ate silently, "I guess I can't make fun of your appetite anymore."

Olivia smiled softly. "You still can, sweetie."

"I feel like a pig, being so hungry all the time," Casey admitted quietly. "It makes me feel extremely self conscious when we go out with friends and I am able to eat and eat and still not be full until three plates later. And what the heck makes the baby so hungry anyway?"

Olivia shrugged, taking another bite of pizza and chasing it with some coke. "I don't know, baby. I'm not a doctor," she replied. "And you have an excuse." She placed her hand on Casey's stomach and looked down at it. "Hey, little one. Stop making Mommy so hungry all the time."

Casey giggled and kissed her, feeling reassured and much better. "We're going to know in less than three months what we are having." She looked into Olivia's eyes. "I think it's a girl. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but I have this really strong gut feeling that our child is a baby girl."

"A girl?" Olivia repeated. "Well, I suppose we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?" She picked up another slice from Casey's plate. "Now eat your dinner. You're eating for two, after all."