Olivia and Jay were hosting Christmas Eve in their new home, and Olivia was doing it the only way she knew how, over the top and Italian. She woke early, sure to not wake Jay and began prepping for the long day ahead. She set up the morning coffee, put her hair in a high pony and got to work pre cooking and prepping so all she had to do later was heat it all up and unwrap all the platters. Jay came down the stairs a bit later to see the counter tops filled with all the seven fishes, pastas, salads, desserts, the espresso and coffee pot all set and ready to go. Jay couldn't believe how much stuff she had made.

"How many people do you think we're having?" Jay asked.

"Well there is a lot of us, and everyone does like to eat...and drink."

"That is very true. What can I do to help?"

"You serious?" She asked.

"Yeah, I wanna help. Maybe Christmas eve will be like our holiday to have with everyone."

"Okay, well, you can grab the calamari out of the fridge and start cutting it up, then egg it, bread it, and fry it up."

"You don't buy that pre made?"

"Oh my god' she laughed, 'Don't let my mother ever hear you say that."

Her laughing quickly came to an end as she realized what she had just said. Jay noticed how sad she had instantly become.

"Hey..."

"It was just a slip of the tongue, I'm fine."

Jay turned her to face him.

"I hope that one day I can meet your mom, and the rest of your family."

Olivia tugged away.

"Well, that's not possible, let's just forget it."

"We could go to New York Liv."

"No we can't."

"But we can. The whole thing with Steven is long over. You can see your family."

"I can't, okay! I can't put them through knowing the fact that I was alive the whole time they mourned my death, grieved for me...moved on from me. It would only disappoint them when I leave again."

"We could always stay."

Olivia shook her head.

"We've had this conversation many times. Our lives are here, I will not force you to uproot your life and start fresh, I won't allow it."

"Then they can visit us."

"Jay, can you please just help me with all this or go watch tv or something. I'm tired of having this discussion."

"Okay...okay."

Jay tried helping the best he could. Most of the time, all the fish he picked up kept slipping from his hands and splattering onto the counter, or he would get little burns from the boiling oil when it popped. Jay had to admit, she looked like one of those rich house wives you see on tv. Her she was standing in their fancy kitchen, in her silk robe and fuzzy, fluffy slippers, hair clipped up nicely, looking radiant and glowing as ever. Jay didn't know why, but he had to ask.

"Are you pregnant?"

Olivia chocked on her coffee.

"Excuse me?!"

"Okay that was rude, but are you? You're very glowey?"

"I think there was a compliment in there somewhere, but no, not pregnant."

"Figured I'd ask." He shrugged.

She gave him a bewildered look.

"What does that even mean?"

"I don't know, you just have this different thing around you today."

"I'm not trust me. And if I was you'd be the first to know...well second cause technically I'd be the first to know so." She shrugged, and walked over to wrap her arms around his waist. "Now fry up the shrimp."

They were cleaning up the kitchen when Jay decided to press his luck again.

"So, did you do all this every Christmas eve with your mom?"

Olivia sighed.

"I did."

"Was it always such a big to do?"

"Everything my family did was always a big to do, I don't think we know how to do anything small." She chuckled.

Jay placed the platter he was holding in his hands, down softly onto the counter.

"What were they like?"

"Detective Jay probably would've been driving mad by them, my Jay, would've fit in perfectly."

Jay raised an eyebrow at her.

"My family did shit from time to time, I guess it was all part of the business. We weren't big names but my dad and uncle knew people, which led the rest of us to know people...kinda. They were always just friends or people they worked with a long time ago. My cousins and I never got roped into any of it, but we always knew who we needed to call if we were ever in trouble."

"Sounds like you ran a different life back then."

"I did, and it was fun. I was young with the world at my feet."

"You ever do anything illegal?"

"Have you?" She shot back.

"I have, mostly for work." He answered honestly.

"Oh I wasn't expecting you to answer that."

"You still haven't."

"No, I've never done anything illegal."

"You've never broken one run in your entire life?"

"Okay, that yes, but the illegal you're asking about, no I've never. Dad never allowed us to be apart of it. Hell I don't even think he was really that much a part of it."

"You can't be half in half out Livi."

"Dad wasn't in, he just knew people who were."

"Well, they raised an amazing woman."

Once Jay was asleep, Olivia snuck out of bed and went downstairs. She turned the lights to the tree back on. She laid under the tree, looked up at the lights and just reflected on the past year. So much had changed for her and she was so happy. There was a small part of her that was grateful she had lost some of her memories. She knew it sounded crazy, but if she hadn't then maybe she wouldn't be here with Jay. She wouldn't be the happiest she's ever been. She wouldn't be so incredibly in love, that it almost hurt some times.

Olivia couldn't imagine a life without Jay. She wanted to marry him, have a family of their own. She smiled at the thought of little halsteads, that all looked like Jay, running around, causing chaos but so incredibly perfect like their father. They'd have his eyes and his smile and charm, and whenever she would scold them, they would give her the same look Jay does. That mischievous look filled with wonder that melted her heart.

"What're you doing down there?"

Olivia peeked out from under the tree.

"Just doing some thinking."

Jay laid down next to her.

"About what?"

She cuddled up next to him and put her head on his chest.

"Just how lucky I am."

"I could say the same thing."

"You mean the world to me and I'm so happy I never left."