Olivia eventually convinces Fin to go back to the precinct after the nurse vows to lord over her, and ensure she doesn't get into any shenanigans. She manages to brush her teeth, her hair, and wash her face before the attending comes in. She is sitting in the chair plugging her phone in to charge when the attending enters the room.
"Good morning, I am Dr. Harding."
"Nice to meet you."
"So my understanding is that you had an episode of orthostatic hypotension, and fell while you were at work yesterday."
"Yes."
"I have reviewed your labs, and vital signs from this morning. I am content that they are within normal limits. Your EKG also returned to normal after hydration. I am going to discharge you."
"That is great."
"With the understanding that I am writing you off for the next couple of days. I understand that during the course of routine labs it was identified that you are pregnant."
"Yes."
"Which was unknown to you?"
"Correct."
"I am referring you to a high risk OB/GYN. They may want to do further testing based on your maternal age. The nursing staff have already scheduled you for an appointment to follow up with them tomorrow."
"Okay."
"I want you to take it easy for the next couple of days, and make sure that you are staying hydrated."
"I can do that."
"I will put in your discharge paperwork, and the nurse will come in go over it with you."
Less than fifteen minutes later Olivia's nurse enters the room with a packet of instructions. She discontinues her IV, and gives her detailed instructions on when to follow up for suture removal. She discusses the follow up appointment with the OB/GYN, and has Olivia sign a copy of the paperwork.
"Do you have any questions?"
"Last night when the ultrasound tech asked me if I want to know gender I was pretty much in state of shock."
"I can imagine, you had a pretty eventful night. Do you want to know the gender?"
"Yes."
The nurse pulls a folded piece of paper out of the pocket of her scrub top. She smiles, and offers her the piece of paper. "Madison thought that you might. She left this for you."
"Thank you."
An hour later in the safety of her apartment she reads the scrap of paper. She sits on a barstool at the kitchen counter sipping a cup of warm tea. Her phone glares at her relentlessly. She has already updated Fin that she is out for the rest of the week, and that he is in charge. She reluctantly presses her thumb to the keypad, and unlocks the screen. She selects a familiar contact. As the line rings she silently prays that no one answers.
"Hey, Liv. Is everything okay? You're calling me in the middle of the day on a Wednesday, and we don't have mutual case."
"I just needed to talk to you about something."
"I am free now. Talk away."
"Rafa, we need to talk in person."
"Oh. What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong. We just need to have an in person conversation."
"My scheduled is booked out for a bit. Let me thumb through to see when I'm available."
"Okay," she agrees.
"I am pretty swamped, but I can pencil in a trip next month."
She glances at the black and white image lying on the surface of her counter, "You know, on second thought it sounds like you're pretty busy. It isn't that important."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I've got to go. I'm getting another call."
"Okay."
She disconnects feeling rather deflated. Glancing at the phone she confirms that she is no longer connected.
"I guess we're on our own, huh? It's probably for the best."
That night as she lies in bed sleep is a fickle friend. She tosses, and turns. Eventually she sits up, and flips on her lamp. Her hair is haphazardly secured in a top knot. She leans against the headboard in her grey vintage NYPD shirt. She climbs out of bed, and heads into the bathroom for some hand lotion. She begrudgingly drinks some water while she's in there. She applies her hand lotion, and catches her reflection in the mirror. The lines on her bare face catch her attention. Before she can fully jump down a rabbit hole of judgement, and self-loathing a voice interrupts her.
"Mom?"
She turns to find her son in the doorway.
"Hey buddy, what are you doing up?" She offers a smile.
"I woke up to pee. It's pretty late what are you doing up?"
"I couldn't sleep," she admits.
"I thought you took a few days off work. What is worrying you?"
She leads him back to his bed, and tucks him in. When he is secured beneath the covers she takes a seat next to him.
"I have been thinking a lot…"
He cuts her off, "I guessed that much."
"I've been thinking a lot about our family," she clarifies.
"We're a pretty small family. How much can there be to think about?"
"What if our family grew a little bit?"
"Are we getting a dog?!"
"No. Definitely not."
"A turtle?"
"No."
"Are you getting married?" Noah keeps guessing.
"Not to my knowledge."
"So who would we be adding to our family?"
"I don't know who she is, because I haven't exactly met her yet."
"Mom," he rubs his eyes, "you lost me."
"What if told you that we were going to be growing the family by giving you a sister?"
"Can I think about it? I'm pretty tired," he yawns.
"That seems fair," she agrees as she plants a kiss on his cheek.
He squirms and wipe off the kiss. "Mom!"
"Sorry, I forgot that you are too cool for kisses," Olivia responds as she flips off his light.
