I was nice enough not to do three cliffhangers in a row, but you still may hate me. By the way, I did intensive research for the medical part of this chapter, so it's pretty accurate. Enjoy :)

"Her cervix was inflamed which caused the bleeding. This isn't uncommon with pregnant women since their bodies are going through so many hormonal changes. We're giving her a small dosage of antibiotics to kill off the infection. She should be okay within the next few days." The doctor explained to Hank.

He was glad that Olivia was okay, but he wanted to know about their baby. "Is the baby okay? Or did we lose it?"

"Right now, the baby is alive. I can't say it's okay, though. Olivia is going to have to be under strict bed rest for the next few weeks and maybe months. Right now, we're trying to make sure that we can get her condition under control." The doctor said as if he didn't care whether or not the baby survived.

"Thank you." Hank said before he walked in the hospital room. "Benson?" He said softly not wanting to wake her if she was sleeping.

"I'm up." She said, but not moving a muscle. She was in pain, extreme pain. She was ready to rip her arm off and she felt like there was a basketball in her uterus.

"How are you feeling?" He said slowly approaching the bed. He could see that she was in pain or at least uncomfortable, but was trying to hide it. However, her eyes said gave her away.

"Death." She swallowed hard before she asked the question she was dreading to know the answer to. If she had lost their baby, she could only blame herself, and would be more than understanding if Hank wanted to leave her after this. "The baby?"

"Still fighting like her mom." He said with a soft smile on his face before he brushed stray hairs out of her face.

She let out a sigh of relief. That would explain why her shoulder was still in pain, but she was still worried because of the pain in between her legs. "Her?"

"I'm assuming. We already have two boys, we need to even out the playing field." He chuckled.

"You sound like Erin." She smiled. "What did the doctor say?"

"Uh, your cervix is inflamed from an infection." He saw the questioning look on her face. "Apparently it's normal for pregnant women. Anyways, you're on a low dose of antibiotics, and you should be fine within the next week."

"I feel like there's a but."

He nodded. "You're on strict bed rest for at least a few weeks. He said the baby was alive, but not okay."

She slightly groaned. "Bed rest? I have to take care of Noah." She didn't have time to be put on bed rest.

"Which is why I'm staying here until you get better, then I'll have to go back to Chicago to wrap up some loose ends, and I'll be right back here with you."

"You're not moving here, Hank." She said in her voice that she saved for her detectives when she had to remind them who was in charge.

"Excuse me? We're having a baby, and you're on bedrest." He didn't know how he ended up with someone that was just as stubborn as him, but he did.

She shook her head. "You're not moving here, because I'm moving to Chicago." She had given the idea much thought, and as happy as she was that Hank was willingly to up and leave his life in Chicago for their newborn child, it wouldn't be fair to Erin to have both of them living in New York.

"The hell you are. You can't even leave the bed, and you're going to try to orchestrate a move? Olivia, your family is here. It would be selfish of me to have you move to Chicago for me." If she had been on morphine, he would blame the medicine for her thoughts, but lately, she hasn't been thinking clearly.

She rolled her eyes. "You're going to orchestrate it. All I have to do is accept the job offer and move my things into your place. Yes, the squad is my family, and they will always be my family, but I have family in Chicago, too. Lastly, it would be selfish of us, to be here in New York while Erin is alone in Chicago with Bunny. I'm doing this for the kids, not you."

Leave it to Olivia to have everything planned out before she even told anyone about it. That was one thing that they always fought about. She was so damn independent, and didn't know how to sometimes act in a relationship. "And when were you going to tell about this job offer?"

Just looking at his face, and hearing the tone of voice he was using, she knew he was getting upset. "You're not going to argue with a pregnant woman, are you? It's done. You're not the only one that can just make sudden decisions without consulting the other person in the relationship."

He crossed his arms and slightly pushed his lips out. Even after everything she's gone through these last couple of days, she was still the same stubborn, controlling Olivia. "Fine." She did have a point, though. She didn't need any unnecessary stress, and there was no use of arguing with her when she already had her mind set on something.

"Thank you." She said with a proud smirk on her face.

"Didn't really have a choice." He said with a playful eye roll.

"Do you ever?" She shot back with a smile.

"Mouse, I need you to do me a favor." Erin said walking into his office.

"Anything for you. What's up?" He asked turning around in his chair so he could look at her.

She sighed before she started speaking. As happy as she was to find out that Hank and Olivia were her real parents, it still doesn't change the fact that she was adopted, and she wasn't supposed to end up with Bunny. She needed to know what happened to her adoptive mother and why she was given up not once, but twice before she ended back with Hank. "I need you to look someone up for me."

"Who is it?" He said turning to his computer getting ready to type.

"My adoptive mother."

"What? You're adopted?"

"That's a long story, but I just need to know who I was placed with before Bunny."

He nodded knowing that if Erin didn't want to talk about it, it wasn't going to get talked about. "Okay, let me see what I can find. Do you have a name or do I have to go digging through for your birth certificate?"

She gave him a half-smile. "What fun is your job if I don't have you do a little work?" She said poking fun at him.

He slightly smiled. "Of course." He said typing away. A few minutes went past before multiple windows popped up on the screen. "Whoa, Olivia and Hank are your birth parents!"

"Yes, I know. Who did they originally place me with?"

"A Leslie Fletcher." He pressed the enter button twice. "Which so happens to be Bunny's older sister."

"What?" She asked making sure she had heard him correctly. "My adoptive mom was her sister?"

He nodded. "Yup. That's why Bunny got custody over you after Leslie's death, I'm assuming. Matching her death with your birth, she died a little after you were one. In her will, she had you go to Bunny. However," he said when another window popped up. "Three months before her death, Bunny had petitioned to get custody over you."

Now she was more confused than she was before she came down here. "Are you telling me that Bunny actually wanted me?"

He shrugged. "I'm just looking at the paper trail. Another fun fact, you had an open adoption. Leslie sent Hank and Olivia updates up until a week before she died."

"Thanks, Mouse." Was all she said before she walked out of the office.

"It's only been two days, and you're already getting on my nerves." Olivia said climbing into bed.

"Well that just means I'm doing my job right." Hank said with a smile on his face.

She rolled her eyes, but she was grateful for him. He was handling everything for her and the only stress she had was figuring out what she wanted to eat. However, it had only been two days, and Olivia knew that she was going to go crazy soon. She could only stay in the house for so long.

"You love me."

"I do, but I would love you more if you went and did something that wasn't for me. You can still have a life."

"My life is making sure you and our baby is okay."

"We're fine. So is Noah. You need to check up on our other child."

Hank had been so busy taking care of Olivia and Noah, that he forgot that they did drop a bomb on Erin before she went back to Chicago. He knew Alvin was there, but it wasn't the same as him being around. And considering the fact that she was Hank and Olivia's child, she was a professional at putting on a brave face and acting like everything was fine. "You're right. I'll call her."

Olivia smiled and nodded as she absentmindedly rubbed her stomach as they waited for Erin to pick up the phone.

"Hey." Erin answered. She was actually glad that he called because she had some questions for him.

"How are you?" Olivia asked.

"Oh, hey, Liv. How are you?" She asked a softer voice than she used earlier when she only thought Hank was on the phone.

"I'm doing okay. I just wanted to hear your voice. How are you doing, and don't lie." She said knowing that Erin was her daughter.

Erin sighed. She hated how much that Olivia and Hank knew her, but it would make sense since they are her parents. "I find out some interesting information about my adoption."

Olivia glanced over at Hank. He was the only one that knew everything and Olivia was hoping this new information wasn't going to cause a new rift between. "What?"

"Did you know my adoptive mother was Bunny's sister?"

"That I did not know." Hank said feeling Olivia's eyes on him. "I mean Fletcher isn't an entirely uncommon name." He went immediately on the defense with these two nowadays.

"Is that how you ended up with Bunny?" Olivia asked.

"Yup. After Leslie, my mom, died, Bunny was awarded custody. She died a little after my first birthday."

"That's why the letters stopped. I thought something bad had happened to you. But, it was the other way around." The last week of her life just proved to Olivia that nothing in her life was ever easy or simple as it should be.

"Oh, wait. It gets worse. Bunny filed to get custody over me three months before Leslie's death which was ruled a homicide but no suspects were charged."

The three all being detectives had one thought in mind.

"Are you telling me that Bunny killed her sister?" Hank asked.

"It was in Leslie's will that Bunny would get custody of me if she dies while I was still young. We're all detectives here, and we all know Bunny. Leslie also left me twenty thousand dollars that I've never seen, and I probably never will knowing Bunny."

"We're on our way to Chicago." Hank said before hanging up. He had heard enough and he needed to be back in Chicago to get to the bottom of this.

"We?" Olivia asked with a raised brow. "You went from wanting to tie me down to the bed so I wouldn't move to putting me on a plane and solving a thirty year old cold case?"

"That was before I knew Erin was raised by a murderer." He said getting out of the bed. "This is what you wanted anyways."

"Yeah, in a few months! I want to go help Erin and kill Bunny just as much as you do, but are you really willingly to put our child in danger, again?" And he had the nerve to say that she was the one not thinking clearly lately. Erin was their child just as much as this one, but she couldn't risk having a miscarriage.

"I can't leave you alone, and with this new information, I don't trust Erin to just drop this." Erin was either going to go after Bunny herself or relapse, and he didn't know which one was worse.

"So, go. I'm going to be fine. I rather her have one of us there than neither." A part of her was jealous that once again, it would be Hank to save that day. That he was the one that was always there for Erin. She was trying to forgive Hank for keeping it from them, but it was hard when it was constantly thrown in his face that Hank knew Erin better than Olivia ever could. She felt helpless as a mother, and even though Erin and Hank would reassure her that her just being there for them was enough, it wasn't enough for her.

"I'll keep you updated, but you focus on getting better for our child." He leaned over and kissed Olivia softly while his hand dropped down to her stomach. "I love you guys."