Three years later…
(Olivia POV)
I grab my coat from the closet and almost trip over a small stuffed thing lying on the floor. I could have sworn I cleaned up last night and checked everywhere for forgotten toys, but I guess I missed one. Geez. "Baby, have you seen my glasses?" Her voice gets my attention instantly and I whirl around to face the most beautiful sight in the world. It wasn't but two years ago her stomach protruded about a foot and all she wanted was banana Popsicles. Now she's back to a size two, clad in nothing more than that lacy red lingerie set I bought her a few months ago, and asking me about her…what was it? Glasses? I think I'm gonna need to call in sick this morning.
"What? You look like you've just-" She can't finish her sentence because my lips are on hers. All I taste is her; all I am is her. Kissing her never loses its magic: it always feels like the very first time. We break with her trying to act professional. We've already missed more days than we should have, but both of us know we couldn't care less. "Liv, I have to work on the Andrews case today, and I can't show up late in Chambers again…" "I promise I'll be quick, babe. Just." I kiss her forehead. "An." Nose. "Hour." Bingo. I got the lips, and she's not pulling away. That is, until an ear piercing shriek comes from the kitchen. Dang it.
I watch as she rushes in the next room trying to put her robe on, with me in tow. We enter to see our little boy laughing hysterically at us from his highchair. At what, you might ask? Absolutely nothing. He's easily entertained, you see. Alex places a tender peck on top of his head, then runs to get some cereal from the cabinet. Why do they call it cereal anyway? It doesn't even closely resemble Captain Crunch. It's just some mushy white stuff. But Josh eats it. I pick him up while she heats his breakfast. "Mommy's making you something yummy. Well, yummy for you, at least." Alex rolls her eyes as she takes him from me and starts to feed him. "An hour won't be long enough, and you know it. Besides, we have to take Josh over to Kathy." Oh yeah. I forgot. Unfortunately, other parts of my body have too, and I can barely think because I want her so bad. I'll get her in bed. I just have to wait.
After she puts on some sweats, she leaves saying she's taking Josh over and then will be right back. She also wants me dressed and ready for work. Fat chance. Her meeting is scheduled for three this afternoon, and right now it's 9. We have five hours, and I (mysteriously) caught the stomach flu. It's perfect. I hurry to light some candles, and I hum as I throw a couple of rose petals on the floor. I know that most people don't consider me to be a romantic, but I am. Suddenly, I hear her keys in the door, and I hurry to get undressed. Okay, get rid of the pants-
"What are you doing?" She says it almost like an accusation, but with a hint of laughter in her voice. I'm stuck in my shirt, and I can't see a thing. Embarrassed, I try to worm my way out of the cotton, but my arms are useless. She laughs and pulls it over my head. "Your seduction would have gone perfectly, Liv, except for the part where I have to untangle you." I grin and flop her on the bed, sucking fervently on her pulse point. "I want you," I mumble into her flesh, and she moans against her better judgment. Her hands run against my bare back, stopping at the clasp of my bra to unhook it. I absentmindedly move up and nip her ear, and the result is that hitch in her breath that I love. "Olivia…" I maneuver us away from the edge of the bed and onto the center. I'm straddling her, and she indicates that she's still dressed.
I remove her shirt much more easily than I did my own, and slide her pants off. Red is a great color on her. "Find your glasses?" She giggles and I kiss her on the lips hungrily. I love her so much. And in the quiet still of morning, I show her.
Sprawled across the bed, I pick my head up to look at the clock. 2:00. Shit. I hesitantly kiss her neck- I hate waking her up when she's sleeping so peacefully. She's gorgeous when she sleeps. "Mm…what time is it?" "Two. You have to get going." Her blonde hair is fanned out on the pillow, and she smiles as she half-opens her eyes. "I love you." I feel the tears spring to my eyes and they threaten to spill, but she kisses them back. I always find myself threatened with tears when she says that so earnestly; so giving…it's like she's handing me a piece of her heart when she utters those three words. "I know you do. I love you too."
Her fingers lazily draw patterns on my hip, and occasionally I feel the cold of her wedding ring brush against my bare skin. Alex is always effortlessly stunning. Even when she was in labor with our son- hair matted and sweaty- she retained this…glow. It's hard to explain. But she never fails to be dazzling. I place a trail of kisses along her neck and collarbone, then pull her to me. "Guess what?" She's still trying to go back to sleep. An incoherent 'what' is her reply, and I continue. "You're my everything."
A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to post again. I'm working on a new story, and another chapter for 'Maybe'. I was away, then it was Christmas, and today one of my close friends died. Thanks for reviewing...I hope this is good. Under the circumstances, I just don't feel very creative.