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Olivia sat up in bed when she heard a noise from downstairs. She looked over at her at her clock and shot out of bed seeing it was only one in the morning. Her hands reached for the baseball bat behind her nightstand before walking out into the hallway. Ricky's door was still closed and Venice didn't stay over that night. Slowly, she walked down the steps and saw the kitchen light on. Her palms started sweating as her heart started racing. She jumped when she heard a cupboard door slam shut.

When she reached the entryway to the kitchen, she saw a man bent over looking in her fridge. She started walking up to him before he stood up and closed the door, turning to him. "Ahh!" Elliot yelled seeing his ex-wife holding a baseball bat above her head.

"Elliot! What the hell are you doing up? It's the middle of the night." Olivia asked frustrated. She kept the bat in her hand, pointing it at him.

"I couldn't sleep. I didn't know my head would be up for batting practice." Elliot said holding a bottle of water. "Sorry to wake you. The couch is killing my back and you know I can't stand Venice's room."

Olivia smirked. "Yeah, you have a problem staying in a girl's room without getting laid." She put the bat down on the counter before sitting down on one of the bar stools sitting by the island. She watched as his eyes narrowed at her and felt her guilt start to kick in. "Sorry."

Elliot leaned against the counter in front of her. "It's fine. I know you're just petty." Olivia's jaw dropped. "You can't go one conversation without insulting me."

"Well, sorry, but it's easy to do." Olivia stated matter of factly. "And, I don't like that you come over here anytime you want, stay here any night of the week, and use my house as if it's your own." She paused and patted his hand. "We're divorced, El. We had two beautiful kids together and have lots of memories, but... our marriage is over."

"I know that; I really do. I just miss what we used to be like." Elliot admitted to her staring her in the eyes. "I miss our movie nights like we did tonight. I miss all those conversations we have over nothing in particular. Ever since the divorce, you insult me, I make fun of you, and we act like nothing ever happened."

Olivia rolled her eyes and ran a hand through her hair. "There's a reason for that."

Elliot scoffed. "What's that?"

"If we start to get along, we go back to those times in high school where we would spend nights just staring up at the stars and we end up having sex in the tailgate of your truck. That's how we got Ricky!" Olivia argued. "I don't want to get along the way we used to because it just ends up with me here with the kids and you out with a new blonde twenty year old."

"I only cheated on you once and then you went and slept with my trainer." Elliot said pointing his finger on her. "We had been separated for months and we hadn't spoken a word to each other. We used our kids as spies. It was a moment of weakness, Liv."

Olivia waved her hand around, shaking her head as she walked towards the living room. "It doesn't matter anymore."

Elliot hurried up to her and stepped in front of her. "Then, why can't we be friends again? Why can't we just get along and just put our past behind us."

Olivia crossed her arms over her chest. "Because,... we do have a past. And, when I remember how good we used to be, it just reminds me that we failed together." She saw his eyes widen before she put her hand on his shoulder. "It's hard for me not to remember and not care when it's so easy to."

"Oh Liv." Elliot breathed before wrapping his arms around her. Olivia closed her eyes and let him embrace her, wrapping her own arms around him. "I'm sorry. I know how you feel."

"Today hasn't been very easy on you I guess. First, our daughter telling you she is getting married and now me blubbering about our marriage." Olivia sighed before slowly pulling back to look up at his face.

Elliot shook his head. "You aren't blubbering. We are having an actual conversation, exactly what I wanted." He smiled down at her before kissing her forehead. She smiled lightly at him before the tension started building between them. His blue eyes bore into her brown ones, dilating slightly. Her eyes darted down to his lips before looking back up to his eyes as his face got closer.

"Mom? Dad? What are you doing?" Ricky asked rubbing his eyes at the top of the stairs.

Olivia pulled away from Elliot as he looked up to his son. "Nothing, bud, we were just talking." He said quietly. "Did we wake you?"

Rickey shook his head, his eyes closing. "No, I got hungry."

"It's too early for food. Get back into bed." Olivia chuckled climbing the stairs to her son. She turned him around and helped him up the stairs, glancing back at Elliot. Elliot smiled lightly at her before she went around the corner. He turned and walked into the kitchen to clean up before heading upstairs to sleep for the rest of the night.

"Morning!" Olivia smiled as she saw Ricky sitting at the table. He had his mouth full of bacon and a large glass of milk in his hand. "What are you doing?"

"Eaffin" Ricky grumbled through the food.

Olivia shook her head. "Take your time. I don't want you choking."

Ricky swallowed his food after a moment. "Dad is here. He wouldn't let anything happen."

"Yeah, I wouldn't let anything happen." Elliot stated popping up from behind the counter, making Olivia jump. "When was the last time you called a plumber?"

"Uh, before we even started dating." Olivia stated before grabbing a piece of toast from a plate on the counter. "Everything has been working fine."

Elliot rolled his eyes and held up a pipe. "Your water pressure is terrible. It couldn't drown a fly." He set down the pipe and wiped his hands off. "I've been fixing it for you. So... you're welcome."

"It wasn't broken. Why are you playing handy man anyway? We aren't married anymore. My plumbing isn't your concern." Olivia stated matter of factly, sitting down on one of the bar stools and leaning against the back of it. She grabbed her coffee cup and took a sip, closing her eyes as the warm liquid ran down her throat.

Elliot smirked. "Your plumbing was my only concern for the first couple years of our marriage."

Ricky frowned. "Was there a lot wrong with the house when you guys moved in?"

Olivia blushed looking away from her son while Elliot smirked. "Yeah, your mother had me do all of the plumbing, every chance I got."

"Okay, you are going to miss the bus if you don't get out of here soon." Olivia blurted out before grabbing her son's back pack from the floor and handing it to him. "You are still going Venice's after school. Mitch is going to pick you up."

Ricky nodded before waving at them. "Bye guys."

"Bye." Both Elliot and Olivia said before he closed the door. Olivia turned to Elliot and crossed her arms over her chest. Elliot grinned at her. "What?" He asked before handing her a plate of all of her favorite breakfast items on it.

Olivia looked between him and the plate for a moment before grabbing the plate. "I will call a truce on this only because you made me breakfast. Also, you weren't lying about my plumbing."

Elliot grinned. "Don't worry. My plumbing was happy to work with your plumbing." Olivia chuckled.

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