Sorry for the wait. Got sick, dehydration, hospitals are the worst :[ Anyway, Enjoy.

"Noah," She paused and started thinking of the best way to explain this to him. She looked at Trevor, who was seated to her right on the couch. He gave her an assuring nod. "You remember when you asked me about your daddy?"

He nodded, staring at the toy mustang he had in his hand. At that point she didn't know if he was concentrating more on her or the toy in his hand.

"Do I have daddy?" He asked innocently looking up at them.

"Everyone has a daddy, Noah."

Noah shook his head in response. "Not me."

"Why do you say that?"

"I don't."

Trevor sighed at his son. He leaned in the floor, picked him up, and set him on his lap.

"Noah, you have a daddy."

"Where?"

Olivia glanced at Trevor. He nodded at her, reassuring her that it'll be ok. Even though in his mind, he wasn't too sure about it himself.

"Noah," Olivia took him from Trevor's lap. "Do you know who he is?" She asked pointing to Trevor.

He nodded.

"Who is he?"

"A man." Noah said in a matter of fact type of way.

Olivia and Trevor snickered at their son's response."Yes, I'm a man," Trevor said. "Do you know what kind?"

"Superman?"

"Well, no, I'm not Superman."

"Batman?"

"No, I'm not Batman." He said chuckling.

Noah looked at him, almost as if he was reading him. "A daddy?"

Trevor nodded. "I am a daddy," He said. "Do you know whose daddy I am?"

Noah shook his head. Olivia gave Trevor one last look, then turned back to Noah.

"I'm your daddy."

Noah looked at Trevor with bright, wide eyes. He was silent for a moment, which began to lead Olivia to thinking they put too much info in his head already. Noah caught on to things pretty quickly sometimes, other times, it took him a while to process the actual situation.

"How?" He finally asked.

"Because," Trevor glanced at Olivia. He sensed that she didn't know how to explain it either. "Your mommy and me made you."

"How?"

Trevor looked at Olivia. His expression read as to say,"Your turn."

"Well," She started. "Uh, we hugged. Then we had you. That's what mommy's and daddy's do."

"Why?"

"Because we loved each other very much."

"Ok." That was all Noah's reply to her answer.

Olivia was actually a bit shocked that he caught on quickly. "So, Noah, do you have a daddy?"

"Yeah."

"Do you know who your daddy is?"

He pointed at Trevor, laughing and giggling. He didn't offer any more question or speculation towards the conversation. They both knew that he'd have more questions as to," Why didn't daddy live with us, or, why did he leave," when he got a bit older and understood the subject more than what he did.

They were grateful that one hurdle was jumped; now they face telling the squad. They suggested it wouldn't be as easy as telling a child. She predicted, especially from Fin and maybe Munch anger, confusion, betrayal and more. Hell, she never even told Elliot about them being together or Noah. Even though, she didn't really have a chance to tell Elliot because he abruptly left a few weeks before she was in labor.

She had left him text, calls, messages, e-mails, everything. He never replied to either of them. After a while, she just gave up trying. Fuck it, she thought. He wasn't answering and he's not going to.

He looked over at his partner. It was unusual for her to invite to take everyone out to dinner-and pay. It was an expensive fancy Italian restaurant. She asked them if they wanted to take their mind off the case. Amanda said she couldn't go and Olivia understood. The case hit her hard, sending her over the edge. Captain suggested that she visit her family in Atlanta for some reason. So Friday night, which is tonight, they agreed to go.

Since they arrived, she's been silent. She hasn't touched her food, except to twist the noodles in circles. Aside from the other chattering from the others, she was silent. Nick leaned over to her.

"You all right?" He asked her in a hushed whisper.

She nodded, not giving any further answer.

"You sure," He looked around the table to make sure no one was listening."You seem a little, out of it."

She set down her fork and stared at him. "I'm ok Nick; I just have a lot on my mind."

"The case?"

"You could say that."

"But I didn't. What's up with you tonight?"

"You'll find out soon enough," She picked up her wine glass, took a drink, and sighed. "Guys, I need to tell you something, important."

They all stopped their current conversations and looked at her.

"Ah, the dead has risen." Munch joked.

"Ha ha," She mocked. "Real funny. I wanted you guys here so I can talk to you about something."

"So this isn't an appreciation dinner?" Munch said.

"Shut up, John."

He held up his hands in a defensive mode.

"Eh Liv, where's Noah?"

"Home." She wasn't going to offer any more information as to who with; they'd find that out soon enough.

"With who?" Fin questioned.

She shook her head. "He has babysitters, you know that," She rubbed her eyebrow. "That's who I actually wanted to talk to about."

"Oh."

She looked at Nick, they back to everyone else. "You remember how I told you guys how I got pregnant with Noah."

Fin nodded. "You went to a sperm donor."

"Yeah, well, I sort of lied."

"What do you mean, sort of? What are you talking about Liv?" Cragen asked setting his tea on the table.

"Noah wasn't born through a sperm donor."

She had seen how they all shifted in their seats and raised an eyebrow. "So you know the father?"

She nodded.

"Liv, I respect you and love you like a sister, but don't take this the wrong way. Is it Elliot?" Fin questioned.

"Of course not."

"Do we have to continue to play 20 questions in order to find out?"

"You know him?" She said quietly like a little kid awaiting their punishment.

"We know him," They all thought hard. "We give up, just tell us."

She had a long pause of silence before lifting her head. "Noah's father is Trevor."

They all just stared at her, completely in shock. They sat there like frozen statues that not even a tornado can move. That's the last person that they would ever expect her to say. Fin, who seemed to be the most affected by it, stood up and frowned at her. She had never seen so much anger in his eyes before.

"This is a joke, right?"

"No, it's not."

"You- you have a child with that prick."

"I'm sorry Fin, please-"

"You fucking lied to us-me. I've known you for 13 years and you couldn't even tell me. Has 13 years meant nothing to you?"

"You have to understand-"

He shook his head. "No, I don't. I've been there for you, through everything, and you couldn't even tell me Noah's real father. You didn't trust me enough."

He gave her one last look of red anger plastered on his face before storming out of the restaurant. She stood up from the table to follow him, but Munch held her back.

"Give him time to cool off."

She stood in front of her apartment, fiddling with the keys. She just wanted to change her clothes and go to sleep. As crazy as it sounded, she wanted to see him, be near him again. Over the period he came back, she felt like their relationship was beginning to form again. But, in a weird way.

She unlocked her door and walked into the dark apartment. She flicked the light on and smiled. Trevor was lying on the floor with Noah wrapped in his arms. They were both soundly sleeping. She looked around at the mess and mountain of his toys and things. There was one book that was actually beside Noah. She figured it was the book they had fallen asleep on. She walked up to them trying not to step on any of his toys which seemed impossible at this point.

She bent down and picked up Noah from Trevor's arms. She went in his bedroom and changed his clothes. It was the hardest task she had to tackle with. She didn't want to wake him up because with his insomnia, he wouldn't go back to sleep anytime soon, and he was easily woken by movements. She managed to get him in his pull ups and PJs. She laid him down in his bed and left the room. She walked back into the living room to find Trevor picking up the stuff. She leaned in the doorway, smiling.

"Sorry about the mess." He said not turning around as he felt her presence invade the living room.

"It's ok. Looks like you guys had fun, though."

"We did," He stacked Noah's books on the bookshelf. "How'd your night go?"

"OK, I guess."

"They didn't take it well, did they?"

She shrugged. "Munch was Munch, Cragen I couldn't really read, Nick looked like he had a chip on his shoulder and Fin…he didn't take it too well."

"He's mad?"

"Fucking pissed," She walked over and began to help him put away the rest of Noah's toys. "It's my fault though; I should've told them the truth from the start. Fin's been with me through some serious shit in my life and I couldn't even tell him. He deserves to be mad."

"You've got to stop blaming yourself. None of this is your fault. You didn't mean for any of this to happen."

"Yeah, if you say so."

He looked at the clock. "It's late, I should probably get going."

"No," She said quickly. He turned around and faced her. "Stay."

"Olivia, are you sure that's a good idea for us right now?"

"I don't want you to leave, please."

He looked closely into her glassy eyes, she was about to break down and cry and he knew it. He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. She laid her head comfortably on his chest. "I'll stay right here with you."

"All night?" She mumbled in his chest. He could hear the tears beginning to form in her voice as it began to break.

He kissed her temple. "All night."

Her phone beeping woke her up from her slumber. She opened her eyes and tried to get a hold of what was going on. She came to the conclusion that she was on the couch in the living room, with a strong arm around her. She looked up and sighed in relief. It was Trevor. He had stayed with her the whole night, just like he said.

She shifted under his arm, hearing him moan something. She finally broke loose and grabbed her phone from the table. It was 3:48 in the morning. She got up, stretched, and walked in the kitchen. She fixed herself some orange juice. She took a drink of it before she turned around and almost dropped the glass.

"You scared me, Trevor, dammit."

He rubbed his eye. "Sorry."

"Did I wake you up?"

He chuckled. "A little. You and nighttime racket are the picture-perfect pair, even back then."

She shrugged. "I guess some old habits don't die hard. Want some orange juice?" She asked opening the fridge again.

"Sure," He went over and took the glass from her hand, getting a cold stare from her. He took a drink of it and handed it back. "Thanks."

"I meant your own, not mine."

"No point in wasting a clean glass."

"Now I'm not thirsty anymore." She turned around and washed the glass out. He walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I miss this," He kissed her collarbone. "I miss you. The whole time I was away, I never stopped thinking about you."

"I'm confused Trevor, what is this, us?"

"Whatever you want it to be."