She rolls over in bed, in an attempt to get more comfortable. She shoves the covers off of her onto the party on the other side of the bed. She rolls to the edge of the bed, and sits up on the side of it.
"Olivia I swear if you adjust that thermostat one more time I am going to murder you, and bury you in the backyard."
"You don't think that they would notice me missing at work in the morning?"
"Maybe you ran off with your mystery man," he jokes.
"I am so hot."
"Please come back to bed."
"I can't. You're radiating too much heat."
"I am not radiating any heat. I am freezing my balls off in here."
"I'll go sleep on the couch."
"You don't have to sleep on the couch."
"I'm too hot up here," she argues.
He flips on the lamp that is sitting on the bedside table near him. He sits up, and looks over at her. She wears a tank top, and a pair of boxer shorts. He kisses her neck.
"Please come back to bed," he begs.
"Stop. That is not going to work."
He smiles mischievously, "I show you about hot. I'll get you all hot, and bothered," he whispers in her ear.
She turns to look at him, "Fin that is how we got in this mess in the first place."
"Come on. Come back to bed," he begs.
She rises from her seat on the bed. Her feet touch the hardwood floor, and she spins around.
"'Livia, please," he begs her with puppy dog eyes.
"I'm tired."
"You're tired, you're hot. You always have an excuse."
She points to her stomach, "I can have whatever excuse I want. You did this to me."
He scoots to the edge of the bed. He places his hands on her hips, and pulls her towards him. She rolls her eyes as he places his hand on her stomach.
"It's not going to work," she insists.
"Baby's asleep," he points out.
"I'm going downstairs," she tells him.
"Wait since I can't convince you to bend to my will I might as well completely kill the mood."
"What do you mean?"
"When are you going to tell the Captain."
"Tell him what?" She cocks an eyebrow.
"About getting married."
"The day before we send out wedding invitations."
"You picked a date that is a year from now. Don't you think we should tell him way sooner than that?"
"Fin it's complicated," she argues.
"It's not as if you're my partner."
"I know."
"You have to tell him about the baby at some point."
"I know."
"Sooner rather than later."
"Not yet," she argues.
"You're to the halfway point. You agreed to tell him a month ago."
"I'm just looking for the right time."
"When is that going to be? When you can't see your feet anymore? Or when your kevlar won't fit around you anymore."
"That may be sooner than you think," she admits.
"As your husband, and your co-worker I have to be perfectly honest, I'm not okay with you being in the field anymore."
"Fin you have made no bones about what you think about me being in the field."
"It's too dangerous."
"I will tell Cragen."
"When?"
"Tomorrow if it will get you to leave me alone."
He grins from ear to ear, "Never." He reaches for her hand, and pulls her back into the bed.
Olivia tugs at her wedding band as she gets out of the car. She climbs into the elevator next to Amanda, who instantly picks up on the panicked look on her face.
"You okay?"
"Fine," Olivia lies as all color drains from her face. She shoves her finger into the pocket of her jacket. The elevator doors open, and they exit. They head into the squad room, and Olivia makes a beeline for her desk. She takes a seat, and folds her hands in her lap, underneath her desk. She pulls at her wedding band, but she can't get it off. She hears footsteps, and looks up from her desk. She finds Cragen entering the squad room, heading for his office. She takes a deep breath, and decides to make her move.
As she rises from her desk her unborn baby does somersaults. She stops outside of Cragen's office. She looks at the door, which is partially open. She exhales, and allows her knuckles to tap against the doorframe. Cragen stands behind his desk flipping through memos.
"Come in," he insists looking up at her. She nods, and enters the room. She quickly, and anxiously makes her way towards his desk. She takes a seat in front of him, and places her hands on the surface of the desk.
"Captain there is something that I need to tell you."
He nods, and the light shining off the ring on her finger catches his attention. He tilts his head, and furrows his brow, "Would it have to do with the ring on your finger?"
"Yes," she admits.
"Last time I checked you weren't working on any undercover operations."
"I'm not."
"So the ring."
"Is real," she answers, revealing little.
"Is it a promise ring?"
"I got married," she reveals.
"Married? To whom? When did you get married? Why is this the first that I'm hearing about it?"
"Months ago."
"Months ago? To whom?"
"Does it matter?" She squints trying to avoid the whole truth.
"Why didn't you tell me? This is great news."
"There's more," she adds.
"More? Last time you and I had a heart to heart you were telling me about your seventeen year old son."
"It's not about him."
"I sense a but."
"And, I wanted to let you know that I am no longer going to be able to work in the field, at least temporarily."
"Temporarily?"
"I'm pregnant."
She expects a lecture, or screaming, something dramatic. A smile crawls across his face, instead. He grins from ear to ear.
