Olivia stood in the women's bathroom, still wearing her coat and scarf, splashing cold water on her face. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that her skin temperature was already well below normal from standing out in the snow, but she continued her attempt to douse the fire that began in her cheeks and extended to God only knew where. Being in Andy's arms, inhaling his familiar scent, she had had a flash of how happy they'd been and almost let go of all her reasons for staying away from him.

She abruptly stopped trying to rinse him off her. She had tried to describe his scent to a friend once, but found that words like 'warm' and 'happy' couldn't convey a fragrance to another person. She inhaled slowly and found that she could still smell him, though she couldn't be sure whether his cologne lingered on her clothing or in her mind. Leaning against the wall, she sank slowly to the floor as the memory of one of the best days of her life, the day everything had changed, overcame her.

February 14, 1994

The bright light filtering through the curtains told her the morning was already well underway as Olivia woke up under a thick pile of down comforters. She peeked out from under the covers; the digital clock on her night-table read 9:14. The thermostat in the apartment was on the fritz again, but the combination of goose feathers and shared body heat made her almost oblivious to the chill in the bedroom. Only the crown of her head was exposed to the cold, and she remedied the situation easily by ducking her head under the covers and snuggling her face into her boyfriend's neck.

Finally warm all over, she noticed something strange – her left arm was numb. Really numb. She could barely feel or move it. It took her a moment to understand why. They'd slept in an odd position – on their sides, chest to chest, arms wrapped around each other. Her arm was numb from being pinned by his body all night.

He woke as she tried to tug it out from under him. "Mmmm...frisky this morning, aren't we?"

"No, I just want my arm back."

"Oh." He shifted his weight, allowing her to pull her trapped arm free. His sleepy blue eyes reflected disappointment. "So, not at all frisky then?"

Not wanting to leave him hopeless, she replied, "Gimme another hour or two to sleep and I'll let you know." Encouraged, he began kissing her neck, sucking gently on her skin as she focused on her arm, rubbing it to restore the blood flow. When she had eliminated her pins and needles, she lightly pushed his face away. "You're just lucky I didn't develop gangrene sometime during the night."

He feigned hurt as he returned to nibbling her neck. "Would you have chewed it off if I hadn't woken up?"

"With our insurance plan? Not likely." She still wanted to go back to sleep, but the hand that had moved up to caress her right breast was making her reconsider what she really wanted. She made one last feeble attempt to put him off. "Aren't you tired after last night?"

"Nope. Make-up sex has a rejuvenating effect on me." He paused to kiss up the line of her jaw, whispering, "But tell me this, do you even remember what we fought about?"

She found she honestly couldn't, not that she really wanted to at the moment, with his fingers deftly twisting her nipple and his lips traveling down her neck and shoulder to give her other breast some attention. She never really expected much foreplay in the morning, so she enjoyed the sensations his hands and tongue were creating while she could.

He suddenly pushed her onto her back, rolling with her and ending up on top of her. She felt the reason he didn't want to go back to sleep pressing between her thighs. Unable to pretend she wasn't interested, she spread her legs a little wider. He raised his head and pressed his lips against hers.

When the kiss broke, she smiled wickedly at him. "You need to brush your teeth."

He immediately replied, "So do you."

"Well, keep your tongue in your own mouth for now if you don't want me to roll over and go back to sleep. Morning breath is kind of a turn off." They had the same exchange every time he tried to make out with her before breakfast. She knew she wouldn't care what he was doing with his tongue in a few minutes.

After it was over, they lay still for a moment, panting. Before he could catch his breath, she pulled his face against her own in a wet kiss, only allowing it to break when she needed to come up for air herself.

"What happened to no kissing before we brushed our teeth?"

"Mmmm...you deserved a kiss after that."

Burying his face in her chest, he resumed his earlier activities.

She playfully tried to bat his head away. "I have a doctor's appointment today. How am I going to explain being covered in hickeys?"

"I think they're kinda self-explanatory."

Placing her hands on his cheeks and raising his face, she kissed him gently. "I'm glad you're off today."

"Mmm, me too. I'd hate to think about you sleeping in as I patrolled the streets. Anyway, I've got a big night planned for us and I need the day to prepare."

"Do your preparations include laundry?"

He rolled off her to avoid her gaze. "I was kinda hoping you'd forgotten."

"Hey, girlfriends have better memories than elephants." She threw the covers off and immediately regretted the necessity of getting out of bed. Shivering, she ran into the bathroom hoping the water would heat up quickly. She stepped into the shower as the water began to steam. Just as she reached for her shampoo, Andy pulled back the curtain and got in. "Thought I'd join you."

"You can possibly be ready to go again."

Running his hands through her wet hair he said, "What, I can't take a nice, relaxing shower with you on Valentine's Day?" He took the shampoo bottle from her hands and worked a gentle lather into her hair. She'd never had such an enjoyable shower.

An hour later, she headed out the door. "I'll be home a little after two."

"Okay. I'll have the laundry done. I promise."

She kissed him goodbye in the doorway. "Oh, and Andy? Don't forget to change the sheets." He chased her into the hallway, kissing her and making her promise to come home as soon as possible.

Four hours later, she stood outside the door of their apartment, deciding if she were ready to go in. She couldn't have imagined how one annual physical could alter her mood so much. After it was over, she had sat in the coffee shop around the corner from their apartment for almost an hour, debating whether she could tell him.

Unlocking the door and going in, she was surprised to find the apartment clean, dishes and laundry done, and the table set, complete with candles and flowers. She really hadn't expected that. Ruining this was going to be awful.

Andy stepped out of the bedroom wearing a dark suit and tie. "Hey, you're late. Did you see? I cleaned."

She tried to keep her voice even, normal. "Yeah, looks great. Uh, you look really good, too."

He smiled, smoothing the front of his jacket. "Well, I've got a big romantic night planned for us, starting with dinner, so put on something sexy and we can get started."

Catching his arm as he walked into the kitchen, she said the four words she knew would get his attention, "Andy, we need to talk."

His face fell. "Is something wrong, Liv?"

"No. Maybe. I don't know. I...God, I don't know why this is so hard." She led him to the couch, hoping the short walk would allow her to muster her courage. It didn't.

Alerted now that something was very wrong, Andy became visibly uneasy. "Did something happen at your physical? Liv, if you're sick, you know I'll be here to take care of you, right?"

"I'm not sick. It's...please, don't be angry, I didn't expect this any more than you did."

"Liv, whatever it is, just tell me."

She looked deeply into his concerned, searching eyes. She took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened in shock. "Pregnant? Like, with a baby? Sorry, obviously a baby. This is just...Wait a minute. You're on birth control. How exactly did this happen?"

"The doctor said that it just happens sometimes. That's why they call it 99 effective apparently."

The smile he gave her was completely unexpected. "So we're gonna have a baby?"

She couldn't keep the incredulity from her tone. "Do you want to have this baby?"

His excitement faded immediately. "Oh, Liv, I'm sorry. If you don't want to, or can't, or whatever, I'm here for you. I just assumed..." He trailed off, looking away.

Seeing his disappointment, Olivia had a startling revelation – she hadn't been worried that he would react badly to her news; she was just terrified over the prospect of motherhood. She wondered how she ever could have doubted his love and support. She suddenly felt like she could be a mother as long as she had him. "I want to do this if you're right there with me."

"So I'm gonna be a daddy?" She nodded and he pulled her close, holding her for a moment before kissing her. He pulled away abruptly, saying, "Don't move." He ran to the table, grabbed something from under a napkin and ran back. "I wanted tonight to be perfect for you, because well..." He knelt in front of her, opening the black velvet box he had retrieved from the table. "Olivia, I love you. I've loved you since the day we met. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And now, more than ever, you should know that." He took her hand, holding the sparkling diamond ready to slide onto her finger. "Olivia, will you marry me?"

"Yes." She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him.

"Are you crying?"

"I just...sometimes you still surprise me so much."

Sitting on the bathroom floor, Olivia pulled her knees up and leaned her forehead against them. She'd never realized how hard she tried to avoid thinking about that Valentine's Day; she was surprised by how quickly it had all come rushing back to her. Not thinking about Andy had almost made her forget all the good things along with the pain.

"Olivia?" She raised her head as Elliot called her name. She decided she was ready to tell him. Part of the truth anyway.