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Noah mentioned he had a surprise for G "for after Maggie and Wyatt were asleep," but G was not confident his plan was going to work. Ed hurried Olivia out of the door earlier in the evening and left the three kids and G with a pizza and permission for Noah to have an extended bedtime. Olivia, especially, loved granting this tiny favor to her oldest son-his little chest puffed out and he smiled proudly after she delivered the news. As soon as the parents left, G realized how chatty the twins had become. Noah was never at a loss for words, and now the twins joined in as full conversational participants. Maggie and Wyatt were also in possession of fake plastic spiders, and they delighted in placing them in random spots around the apartment to "scare" G and Noah. When G asked Noah where they got the spiders, Noah paused to give the question some serious thought and ended up shrugged. "I dunno," he replied, shocked at his own answer.

Eventually, a deal was made. Bedtime for the twins would come after two episodes of Paw Patrol at which point Noah would pretend to go to bed as well. "You tell me when they're asleep," Noah whispered, "And I'll come out with da surprise."

G nodded in agreement. The pajama-clad twins were already on the couch having previously promised to keep their three-year-old words with tiny fist bumps. "You two love Paw Patrol," G remarked as she sat beside them. Wyatt and Maggie, entranced, merely nodded.

"Do you think they're going to be police officers?" G asked Noah.

"Maybe," Noah replied matter-of-factly, "We arready have badges. But I don't think they wanna shoot bad guys with guns."

G pretended not to be stunned by the reply. Noah's words were so powerful yet delivered with nonchalance-the combination unsettled her. "I don't think anyone wants to shoot anyone," she said, "Or, at least I hope they don't."

"Do you think my Mommy and Daddy did?"

"Um, I don't know, you would have to ask them." G hoped this was the correct response. She had no idea how to make the complicated issue of police use of force appropriate for a second grader. So, she asked a pointed follow up question. "Do you have police officers at school?"

"Uh-huh. But dey're called resource officers."

"Oh."

"Because dey know howta be police around kids," Noah explained. "They walk around mosta da day and say hello to all of us."

"That sounds like a nice job."

"Yeah. It is."

"Do they make you feel safe?"

"Yeah, my teachers do too. Safety first!"

G chuckled.

"Dat's what we say when we are in Science. Sometimes we have to put on safety glasses!"

"Wow," G said, "That's some serious science." She did not remember her second grade science lessons, but she was certain they did not involve protective eyewear.

"It is." Noah watched G take a sip of her Coke, and Noah rose to his knees to whisper, "Can I have some Coke after…you know," he jerked his head toward the twins.

"Sure."

After the shows, the twins compliantly went to their room even though they insisted on an elaborate show of hugs and a series of tucks and re-tucks. Noah scampered off to his room as soon as he was sure his siblings were going to follow G's instructions. G waited about ten minutes on the couch before checking on the twins to make sure they were asleep. Finding them snoozing, she tiptoed to the other side of the apartment and into Noah's room.

G froze. Noah had fallen asleep on top of his covers with two lollipops in his hand. She debated what to do. He was so soundly asleep and already in his pajamas. His arms were bent upwards at right angles, and she remembered from her previous babysitting days that the position usually meant the kid was conked out for the night. She swore he was smiling.

Deciding to let him sleep, G covered him with the fleece blanket at the foot of his bed then switched off the bedside lamp. Neither movement caused him to stir. It was nine o'clock and she was on her own. When she got back to the living room, before powering on her laptop to finish some work, she sent Olivia a text.

Everyone's asleep. All good here. I hope you're having a good time!

Olivia's reply was succinct yet appreciative. G imagined Ed maybe being a little annoyed at the distraction even though it was related to their children. She hadn't spent a ton of time around Ed, but it was immediately obvious he loathed anything that diverted his wife or her attention away from him. G hoped they would stay out as late as they wanted; in an odd way, she liked being an accomplice to their love story.

….

Since Noah and Wyatt "ditched" Maggie to attend the Knicks game with their Dad, the boys made it up to their sister the following night by suggesting they all go out for Christmas shopping and lunch. The Tucker family had always had specific routines and various people combinations for holiday preparations. Olivia went with Sarah, Brooke, and Maggie, Ed carved out time to go with the boys at different times, and once the three kids were old enough to go out on their own, they spent the afternoon wandering around, mostly in Soho, and usually ended up eating lunch close to home at the family's favorite corner pub. Today was no different. The trio piled into their favorite table by the window with their bags. Even though he could have ordered a beer or another alcoholic drink, Noah said "make it three" when his siblings ordered Cokes.

"Awww, man, I was gonna have a sip of your beer," Maggie whined.

Noah shot her his best older-brother glare and shook his head. "Not worth it," he said, "Mom will smell it."

"One sip? And I'm having wings."

"Doesn't matter."

Wyatt nodded and replied, "She knew how many beers Dad had last night."

"How do you know that?" Maggie asked with narrow, skeptical eyes.

"I heard them," Wyatt replied. "Right before I went to get in the shower. They were in the bedroom, and Mom asked if we had fun and Dad said a lot of fun and she said that three beers will do that."

Noah smiled.

Maggie giggled and asked, "Was she mad? Mom had two, no, maybe three glasses of wine so that's kinda hypocritical if she was. And also the three could've been a lucky guess."

"No, she was joking."

Noah twisted his lips and scrunched his nose the way he'd always done when he was contemplating an idea that baffled or troubled him. "Mom and Dad have no friends," he stated, sounding like he'd made the world's most groundbreaking discovery.

Wyatt and Maggie regarded him with blank stares.

"It's true," Noah went on, "They literally have no friends."

Wyatt shrugged and suggested, "They probably have some friends, we're just not there so see them, uh, hang out."

Maggie agreed with Noah. She slapped the table with her palms and replied, "It's true. They totally don't have any friends. Like, zero."

"Why does it matter?" Wyatt asked.

"I guess it doesn't," Noah said even though he still appeared troubled, "I don't know why I thought of that."

"I know why," Maggie said, "You're afraid of one of them dying."

Maggie was exactly right, but hearing the words out loud made Noah cringe. "Yeah, it would be sad," he admitted, "For one of them to be alone." He took a deep breath and smiled. "Sorry. It's Christmas. I shouldn't be thinking of this."

"Do you know once my teacher, maybe I think it was in middle school and I'll never forget this. He said, we're all in a state of entropy. We're all dying."

"A teacher said that to you?" An incredulous Noah asked.

"Yup."

"I don't remember that," Maggie said.

"I don't think you had that teacher."

"We had all the same teachers."

"Not in middle school."

Noah shook his head, surprised Wyatt hadn't said anything about it at the time. "Well, I guess, I hope, one of us will always be close to New York," he said, "Whatever happens, at least they'll have us."

"Well I am certainly not staying in California," Maggie said, "I am not a Cali girl. It's been nice…a nice break…but I belong over here."

"You know what I noticed when I was there last?" Wyatt said, "They hardly put any salt in the food. It's still good, but there's no salt in it. Or at least not as much as they put in here."

Maggie nodded. "It is much healthier. Avocados everywhere."

Wyatt and Noah laughed.

"But today, this girl is back in the city and I want some junk food. So, buffalo wings it is," She grinned and added, "And maybe a hot dog on the way home."

The three siblings watched one of the college bowl games on the flat screen, and Maggie told her brothers about attending Stanford games. They ordered their food and Noah eventually got a beer which Maggie sipped despite his warnings.

"Noah," Wyatt said, "Don't worry so much."

"I'm the big brother. I'm supposed to worry."

"That's no way to live."

Noah squinted at his brother and asked, "How old are you again?"

"Nineteen-going-on-eighty," Maggie answered for him.

Unbothered by his sibling's ribbing, Wyatt shrugged. "I remember a lot of what Grandma used to say."

"How is that possible?" Noah asked.

"I don't know," Wyatt said in a tone of voice that suggested he was as baffled as Noah, "Must be a superpower."

Noah shrugged. "Must be."

…

Ed felt like he and Olivia had taken their cab back in time to when their relationship had first become public. The crowd wasn't large, maybe twenty people, and Ed felt overly scrutinized. Olivia and her former squad fell into easy conversation and Ed lingered by his wife's side, smiling and laughing when appropriate until the drinks finally loosened him up. Considering his recent alcohol intake had been limited to a series of unfinished glasses of wine, it surprisingly took him three bourbons to feel any effects. So, when Fin finally directly asked him a question, Ed hoped his words came out okay.

"So, Tucker, how are things on the home front?" Fin asked.

"Good," Ed replied, "Twins have a mind of their own and Noah's big man on campus."

Olivia grinned and looped one arm around Ed's. "We're lucky they love school," she gushed.

"I don't know if Maggie and Wyatt are gonna like it when they start getting in trouble for real," Ed quipped.

Rollins and Fin were intrigued. Their expressions begged for more information.

"I don't know if preschool has seen the likes of them before," Olivia explained. She went on to tell them about the tattoos and the passwords and the general look of relief on the teachers' faces when Ed and Olivia picked them up. "They rarely say anything specific went wrong," she added, "We can just tell they're tired and ready to pass them off to us."

"Maybe they should find another line of work."

Olivia groaned.

"I'm serious," Ed said, "They teach, well, I don't know how much teaching is going on, but they're in a room with three year olds for four hours a day. What do they expect?"

"Exactly," Rollins chimed in, "I never understood them being exasperated. I mean, they weren't with my kids, but, in general…"

"Ken never got in trouble. And I don't think we had preschool."

"I'm sure there was some type of preschool Fin," Amanda replied dryly.

He shrugged and murmured, "I guess."

Doing her best to keep the conversation light, Olivia asked about Phoebe. As far as she knew, Fin and his girlfriend were still living together and in a committed relationship. Fin quickly replied that Phoebe was upstate visiting her sister. Olivia tried to believe him, but she detected a hitch in his voice. Sonny, on the other hand, reported that Brooke voluntarily sat the night out. "She'd rather stay home with Sof and watch movies than hang out with a bunch of cops," he said.

Ed couldn't say he blamed Brooke for the decision, but, privately, he thought it was strange she didn't want to accompany her husband to a party. He and Olivia even offered G's babysitting services, but Brooke insisted she was perfectly fine at home and was looking forward to having some time to study her latest course material.

"So, Rollins," Olivia said, "Back to Georgia?"

"Florida actually," she said, "Fort Walton Beach. My mom moved there last year and loves it. Different pace of life, and, that's what we need right now. So I'll give it a shot for a while."

"What kinda work are you going to do down there?" Ed asked.

"Right now, nothing," Rollins replied. "But I have some leads. There's a small community college near there and they have some criminal justice classes. I may try to join a force at some point. And I may not mind just working at Starbucks for a few months."

Everyone laughed.

"Those Starbucks people are under pressure," Sonny said, "You may want to rethink that."

Amanda considered this. "Yeah, you're right. Maybe not Starbucks."

"Fort Walton," Olivia said slowly, "That's not far from where Sarah's condo is…I don't think. How far is it Ed?"

"Probably an hour, maybe two. It's between Perdido Key and Pensacola."

"Oh, yeah," Rollins replied, "Not far at all. Do you get there much?"

"Not really," Ed replied. "But we should. I don't remember why she chose that area, but it's not real easy to get to. Beautiful place though."

"I think she went with friends before," Olivia said, "And she got a great deal on the condo."

"Your house is closer," Sonny said. "That's probably one of the reasons."

"Maybe we should trade off hosting," Ed suggested. He was mostly joking, for the Delaware house had many perks that the condo did not have. However, the two areas had completely different vibes, and he always enjoyed himself in Florida when they went.

"We'll go this summer," Olivia said, "And we can meet halfway, Rollins. That'll be nice. And Fin, you should visit."

"I don't do sand."

Olivia rolled her eyes and replied, "A little sand won't hurt you, trust me."

"I'll think about it."

Rollins looked around at the other guests who had sorted themselves into separate bunches around the room. The waitstaff had started to circle the room with hors d'oeuvres, and Rollins excused herself to go mingle with others. "I better go mingle," Rollins said, "I'm not sure I know who a couple of these people are."

"Need help?" Fin asked.

"Yeah, be my wingman, will ya?"

"Sure."

Olivia grabbed Ed's hand. "C'mon, let's go say hi to the Chief."

Ed jokingly groaned. "If you insist."

Olivia kissed him on the cheek. "I do."

…..

Ed strolled into the 16th Precinct with uncertainty in his gut. This obviously wasn't the first time he'd paid a visit to the building, but this was the first time he'd done so as the admitted boyfriend of Olivia Benson. Now that the church scandal was behind them, Olivia leaned into him and their relationship and had suggested he come and pick her up that evening so they didn't have to worry about parking two cars outside of her building. On the phone she had not sounded the least bit worried about how her squad would react to Tucker's presence, but he suddenly lacked confidence. He hoped he wouldn't have to spend too much time small-talking with the others. Captain Tucker wanted to get his girl and get the hell out of there.

As an added bonus, Rafael Barba was also in the house, so Ed's chances of skating through the squad room unbothered were even more slim. Barba approached him first with a smile, a handshake, and a friendly, "how are ya," to which Tucker responded with a nod and a semi-stuffy "Good, how are you?"

"Getting out of the office early for once," Barba replied, "Thanks to this crew." He nodded at the others.

"Looking for Liv?" Carisi asked with boyish enthusiasm.

No shit, Ed thought before answering. "Yeah, she in her office?"

"Yup." Carisi grinned.

"You have a good night," Ed said before turning on his heel and continuing on.

Olivia was at her desk but didn't look particularly busy. Folders, legal pads, and a few loose papers surrounded her, but she was smiling at her phone. Wearing glasses and sporting an updo, it was almost as if she was purposely teasing Ed with an extra sexy appearance even though he knew this was pure, classic Olivia Benson.

"Hey," Ed said softly as he entered, "Am I interrupting something?"

Olivia looked up and smiled. "Captain Tucker, I don't remember you ever being concerned about interrupting anyone in this office."

"You're right," he replied, smirking, "This is new."

"Did they give you a hard time out there?"

"Nah."

Olivia stood up, rounded the desk, and squeezed his hand as she reached for her coat. Anticipating his arrival, she had already put her bag together. Ed helped her on with the coat and after she tied the belt she gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Ready?"

"Yeah." He smiled appreciatively for he had not been expecting the kiss. "Where do you want to eat?"

"Want to give the little bistro by my building another try?"

"Sure. I liked it the first time."

"I thought you said your steak was too well done?"

"I don't remember that," Tucker smiled at her, "You sure it was that place?"

"I'm sure."

"Then I guess it doesn't matter where we go."

Knowing what he wanted to say next, Olivia's face flushed. Ed didn't get a chance to finish the thought because they were in the presence of others once again, but she knew and she was pleasantly overwhelmed. So much so that she looped her arm through his, and said a quick goodbye to her colleagues. Outside, Ed opened the car door for her and before she sat down she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him another kiss, this one decidedly more passionate.

"Wow…" Ed murmured. "Special occasion, Benson?"

"No…just happy to be alone with you."

He smirked. "Let's go be alone together for dinner, huh?"

"Yes. I've been looking forward to it all day."

….

After the official party concluded, Carisi invited everyone to go for a nightcap. Rollins, Olivia, and Ed agreed, but Fin, yawning, declined. They took a cab to the bar-a pub near the Fulton Street C station so Sonny could easily hop on the train home. The four ex-cops traded war stories and reminisced until Olivia noticed it was almost midnight and insisted they needed to get home. "We're taking advantage of G's kindness," she said in the car on the way home, "I hope the kids didn't wear her out."

"It's fine," Ed whispered as he kissed her neck.

Olivia tried to give him a stern glare, but she was enjoying his advances too much. Even when he stopped kissing her, he spent the rest of the ride with one arm around her shoulders and the other hand on her thigh. At home, they put a groggy G in the very same Uber and insisted she text them when she arrived safely back at her apartment. As soon as the confirmation came, Olivia texted back, thanking her again, and fell back into Ed's arms. Ed made love to her with the fervor of a man who had thought of nothing else the entire day, and Olivia praised him afterward with a lazy, almost dazed smile on her face.

"What's gotten into you?" She cooed.

Ed played with her hair and replied, "I love you that much."

Olivia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her body still tingled in a few places. "I want to feel like this forever," she murmured before turning on her side and kissing him. "I love you." Arousal coursed through her midsection again. She wanted more and Ed sensed it. Despite the alcohol and the early morning hour, Ed began exploring her body again, planting kisses from her neck down to her thighs. He toyed with her for a minute, hinting at what he had in store, until her back arched with anticipation. Spurred on by her moans, Ed did his best to match his earlier performance.

"Oh. God…" Olivia stared at the ceiling and then closed her eyes. The pleasure sizzled through every nerve and extremity. She lost track of time, even, for a second, of where she was. The only thing she knew in those moments was that her husband worshiped her more, quite possibly, than anyone had ever worshiped a lover.

They fell asleep knowing morning was only a couple of hours away, but they didn't care. The next day's inevitable exhaustion would be a small price to pay for tonight. Their sex life hadn't been lacking, but both Olivia and Ed acknowledged they'd rekindled a flame they didn't know was struggling to burn. Their collective identity had been very much wrapped up in parenting lately, but the evening reminded them that this whole thing started with an undeniable physical attraction, and the original spark was still very much there.

…..

Saturday morning brought chilly temperatures and a fresh blanket of snow. At home in Brooklyn, Sofia stood on her tiptoes and narrated the activity below. There wasn't much action on their sleepy street, but she tracked the mailman from house to house and excitedly told her mother about the footprints he left along the way. Brooke smiled at her from the kitchen and asked Sofia to practice counting the footsteps. Brooke stirred pancake batter and slowly poured spoonfuls into one skillet. In another, bacon was sizzling. She was making a big breakfast because Aidan was coming over and also because she was certain Sonny would need some food to nurse his impending hangover.

The man of the house staggered into the kitchen a few minutes later still wearing his shirt from the night before and not much else. His hair was a mess and he reeked of stale booze and a hint of cigarettes.

"Well hello handsome," Brooke joked. She gave him a hug but wasn't interested in any closer contact until he got himself showered. "Did you smoke last night?"

"Nah," Sonny said, "At least I don't think I did. Rollins had a couple smokes on the way to the subway." He sniffed a sleeve, "Do I stink?"

"Yes."

"Sorry." He went over and tousled Sofia's hair. She looked up, smiled at her dad, and pointed out one, two, three, four footprints. "Good job counting, Sof," Carisi said, "You're a genius." Back in the kitchen, he scratched his head and took a whiff of the bacon. "God I need that. And maybe a Bloody Mary. Tell Aidan to bring vodka."

"We have vodka."

"We do?"

"Yes," Brooke glanced upward, "Up there."

"Perfect." Sonny yawned. "Did you get a lot of work done last night?"

"Actually, I ended up watching a movie, so, no, not really. But I'm not upset about it. How was the party?"

"Fun. Like old times. I can't believe Rollins is really leaving. Really giving it all up like that. She's dropping everything and moving to Florida. With her mother. We'll see how long that lasts."

"Isn't her mom…a little unstable?"

"Her mom, her sister…it's a messy family. I hope she finds what she's lookin' for. I don't know that she knows what that is."

"Sometimes it takes a while…"

"Yeah." Sonny leaned in to kiss her but thought better of it. "I'm gonna shower," he said, "Will you ask Aidan to bring over Bloody Mary mix?"

"Sure."

Sonny looked around at their living room. Blankets were folded. The tables and shelves were dust-free. Sofia's toys, save for a few she played with earlier, were in the two baskets where they belonged. Sonny felt guilty for having absolutely no part in this impeccable organization. "Hey Brooke?" He said with a grin.

"Hmm?" She replied, barely looking up.

"Love you."

…..

Across the river, Sarah and Justin struggled to wipe Pearl down after her morning walk. The doorman frowned a bit at the puddles and especially when Pearl shook herself off in the middle of the freshly swept and dried floor mat. "Sorry," Justin said through a strained voice and tried to joke, "I guess the dog training didn't quite land."

"Yeah, we requested a refund," Sarah said, yanking the leash. "C'mon, Pearly. Let's go home."

"Sare, she's still soaked."

"We'll just…put a towel down in the elevator and lock her in the bathroom for a while."

"That's mean."

Sarah threw up her hands.

"Alright, alright," Justin said, "Let's go." He turned to the doorman and assured him they would clean up any mess in the elevator and in the hallways. The assurance was met with a snort and a shrug. Justin responded with a bright, "Have a nice day!"

The elevator doors opened and Pearl immediately jumped on its occupant, a startled G.

"PEARL!" Sarah shouted, "No! No jumping!"

"Oh…my," G said, grinning now and patting Pearl's head, "Were you out playing in the snow?"

Pearl barked and licked G's face before Sarah yanked her back down on all fours. "Sit!" She commanded. "Sit!"

More out of exhaustion than obedience, Pearl plopped herself on the elevator floor.

"Where are you going?" Sarah asked, "It's awful out there!"

"I'm out of coffee," G replied, hanging her head, "And I have work to do so I have no choice."

"Jus, will you go get us some coffees?" Sarah sweetly asked her husband. "You're already partially frozen to death."

"Yeah, sure," Justin replied. He took their orders, grinned, and rezipped his parka before venturing back outside.

"How was babysitting last night?" Sarah asked. She accompanied Justin to a dinner at the university so she had to decline when Ed first asked her to stay with the kids.

"Good," G said, "They all fell asleep early, so I had most of the night to myself."

"Oh, nice!"

"Poor Noah had a lollipop for me but he fell asleep before he could give it to me."

"Omigod."

"Yeah, he Face Timed earlier."

"That's adorable."

"He asked if I could come back tonight," G said, laughing, "But Olivia nixed that plan. Noah wasn't too happy, so I said if it warmed up later I would go up there."

"You're nice. And you know he's going to hold you to that." Sarah imagined Noah constantly checking the temperature and Face Timing G once more to let her know it had, indeed, warmed up.

"Yes, I know."

"Well, I'll go up with you if you want some company," Sarah said, "It might be nice to get out later. It's not exactly a sit on the terrace day."

"Nope. Not at all."

"Well, let's go up. Want to stay for breakfast? Justin's cooking."

"Sure…well…I guess work can wait a little bit."

Sarah winked, "There ya go! That's the right attitude!"

"My boss might feel differently."

"He can feel differently on Monday."

G smiled and shrugged. She wished she could steal even a tiny bit of Sarah's happy-go-lucky disposition. But, she was happy for the company and grateful Justin was willing to play delivery man. The wind was kicking up and it looked like more snow was on the way. "So, what's for breakfast?" G asked.

"Omelets to order," Sarah replied. "And we have fresh bread from his mother. It's gonna be good."

G's mouth watered. "Sounds delicious. Thanks for the invite."

"No problem," Sarah grinned, "That's what neighbors are for!"

…

Noah didn't pout much, but when he realized he'd fallen asleep before having a lollipop with G, he moped around for most of the morning. Sarah had been right, he paid attention to the weather forecast, but a visit from G did not look promising. "Windy and snowy all day," he griped.

"Sweet boy," Olivia said, "We'll see G again soon. Don't worry."

"It's 'cause of dose babies!" Noah frowned at his siblings who were happily playing with their toys in the middle of the room. The wintery weather outside served as a perfect backdrop, but Noah could not appreciate anything at the moment. "Dey hadta stay up late and I hadta pretend I was asleep and really fell asleep!"

"Okay honey," Olivia said, "Let's think about something else. Want to play a game? How about Uno?"

"Nah."

"Trouble?"

"C'we go outside?" Noah asked, "Da fresh air is good for our brains and our bodies."

Olivia heard Ed laugh from the couch where he was watching the news and drinking his third cup of coffee. She couldn't help but join in. After hugging Noah, she told him they could, indeed, head outside. "Do you want to play for a while and then have lunch at the pub?" She asked.

"YES!"

"YESSSDAPUB!" Wyatt shouted, jumping up and starting to run around in circles.

"My HAT!" Maggie yelled, "I NEE'MY'SNOW'HAT!"

Ed leapt to his feet. "C'mon you two," he said to the twins, "Let's get you dressed."

"I wea'snowpants," Maggie informed him.

"Yeah, but you need other clothes on first."

"NO! SNOWPANTS!"

Ed shook his head and chuckled self-deprecatingly. Most of the time, he was no match for Maggie. He wasn't sure if he was looking forward to teenage years or not. "Alright," Ed replied, "We'll put your snow jeans and snow socks and snow hoodie on first and then your snow pants. Everything's snow."

"Okay," Maggie said.

Ed winked at Olivia and ushered the twins into their room. Olivia helped Noah get ready.

"Mommy," he said, "C'you text G and tell her we're going outside to play in da snow so she knows not to come over now?"

"Of course, honey. Maybe I'll invite her for lunch."

"YES!"

"But she may not want to go out in the cold and wind, so-"

"-don't get my hopes up."

"Well…yes, or, no…who's told you that?"

"Gramma says it All. Da. Time."

"Ah, I see," Olivia replied as she helped him tuck his first layer into his jeans.

"Gramma is very wise."

"Yes," Olivia grinned and kissed his cheek, "Yes she is."

…

#Tuckson