NOTES: Thank you to BJ for the prompt: "Noah assumes that since Liv and his Uncle Rafa spend so much time together that they are boyfriend and girlfriend." I hope you guys like it!

Olivia frowned as she peered into the fridge, debating whether or not she should go with peas or salad. Noah likes peas but we had them yesterday… And the salad is starting to go bad—

"Mommy…"

Salad, she decided before grabbing it and turning to look at her son who was doing math homework at the kitchen table. She placed the salad down on her counter as she spoke, "Mhm? What's up, sweetheart?"

"I've got a question."

Olivia picked up her glass of wine and cocked her head to look at him. It wasn't like him to be… well, almost cautious about asking her something. He would usually just blurt out whatever he was thinking.

"You do?" she asked, "What's your question?"

He looked a little unsure of himself. She squashed her instinct to go to him, opting to appear as normal as possible despite her piqued curiosity; she didn't want to overwhelm him after all, especially with how he was chewing his bottom lip. Unluckily, she took a sip of wine as he finally gathered the nerve to speak.

"Are you and Uncle Rafa lovers?"

"W-What?!" Wine went everywhere.

"Mommy, you spitted!" Noah cried pointing at the mess she'd made, his eyes wide.

Olivia's response was automatic, "Spat. Not spitted," as she scrambled for paper towels. What the fuck? How was she supposed to respond to that? Calmly, for one. "What did you say, sweet boy?" she asked, her voice a little strained as she dabbed at her shirt.

He looked nervous. "I said are you and Uncle Rafa lovers but I didn't mean to make you spat."

"Spit," she said, stalling.

Noah wrinkled his nose. "But you just said spat."

"I—Never mind. Where did you get the idea that your Uncle Rafa and I are lovers, Noah?" she asked, hating how warm her cheeks were getting just from saying that.

"Well," Noah began, sucking a breath in a way Olivia associated with long, rambling explanations, "My friend Lizzie said that her mommy has a lover and that he always comes to her apartment and talks to her mommy really late, like past bedtime, and that her mommy and her lover talk all the time even when he's not there like on the phones and at work and you and Uncle Rafa always talk and talk and he comes over all the time just like Lizzie's mommy's lover but Lizzie said that would be disgusting because Uncle Rafa is my uncle. But he's not my real uncle so it's not disgusting right?"

Olivia just blinked at him. Surely Rafael didn't come over that often.

Both the Benson's jumped as someone knocked on the door. Olivia's eyes closed briefly as hysterical, bitter laughter bubbled in her throat. Of course. I swear to god…

"Is that Uncle Rafa?" Noah asked.

What she wanted to say was "If it is, I'm going to scream," but she restrained herself. "I'm not sure, let's find out." She inexplicably found herself fighting the urge to brush wrinkles out of her shirt and pat her hair as she made her way to the door. She peaked through the peephole.

Time to scream.

"Hey, Liv!" Rafael said as she opened the door. He quickly took in her flushed face and wine splattered t-shirt, "Bad time?"

"Uncle Rafa!" Noah came hurtling out of nowhere; Rafael barely had time to crouch before Noah's arms were wrapped around him.

"Hola mijo," he said affectionately before looking up at Olivia, "Well?"

"Come on in," she said, before placing her hand on Noah's arm, "Let the man breathe Noah."

"Sorry for coming by unannounced, Liv," Rafael began, standing up awkwardly to step into the apartment.

"Don't worry about it."

Noah tugged on her arm, "Mommy can I ask Uncle Rafa—?"

"No!" she yelped before cringing.

Rafael blinked, taken aback by her vehemence.

Her face flushed a deeper red, "We'll talk about that later, okay, sweetheart?"

Noah pouted, "Okay…" His face brightened, "Uncle Rafa, wanna play Lego?"

"Did you finish your homework?" Rafael asked sternly.

"Not yet…"

"Get that done and I'll play some Lego," he said before turning to Olivia, "If that's okay with you."

She shrugged, not quite meeting his eyes, "Okay with me."

Rafael's eyes narrowed at her. After making sure Noah was out of earshot, he grabbed her hand, "What's the matter?" he asked quietly.

Her stomach jumped and she snatched her hand back, "Nothing! What'd you stop by for?"

He wouldn't be deterred that easily, "Liv…" he sighed, "Please. Something's bothering you."

The concern in his gaze was her undoing; she buried her face in her hands. Rafael's worry flared at the sight. He barely caught her mumbled response.

"I can't believe this is happening…"

His eyes widened, "What's happening, Liv? You're scaring me!"

She looked up at him shaking her head. Might as well get it out of the way. Hell, he'll probably find it funny. It came out quickly, "Noah got it in his head that because you're here all the time, we're, um," her nose scrunched up, "'Lovers.'"

Rafael's mouth dropped open.

She smirked a little at his expression, "That's what I did, only with wine in my mouth."

"What did you say?" he blurted out.

She eyed him strangely as he flushed. "Nothing yet… You conveniently happened to knock on the door. Why?" she asked, feeling a little bold, "What should I say?"

Shit. Rafael's mind went blank, "I mean, I'm not—Obviously, we're—I don't know!" Barba floundered for words, "No?"

Olivia's eyebrows shot up, "No?" she asked just to tease him a little. Rafael Barba, fishing for words… Not something you see every day.

His eyes narrowed as he pulled himself together and stared her down, smirking a little as her eyes dilated and her breath caught. "What do you want to tell him, Olivia?"

Olivia swallowed heavily and it was her mind that was blank now. "I… I'm not sure."

The tension between them was palpable now. They both felt as if they were standing on a precipice, waiting for someone to finally push them over, to push them together.

"Are you and mommy gonna kiss?"

Olivia and Rafael jumped, tearing their eyes from each other to Noah who stood there looking at them curiously.

While Olivia struggled to find words, Rafael threw caution to the wind. "If she wants to."

Olivia turned to him, shocked, "Rafa?"

He shrugged as if it were nothing, but the way his Adam's apple bobbed and the nervousness in his eyes said otherwise.

Her lips twitched and warmth bloomed in her chest, "I suppose I wouldn't mind."

Rafael rolled his eyes and pulled her close.

It was as their lips touched that Noah made up his mind. Even though he stuck out his tongue and said ew—he had to! They were kissing!—his friend Lizzie was definitely wrong. After all, how could seeing his mommy and favorite Uncle so happy be disgusting?

Mommy still hadn't answered his question though.

"Does this mean you and Uncle Rafa are lovers?" he asked when they pulled apart.

They looked at each other before his mommy finally answered him.

"Yes... I suppose it does."