Thirty minutes had passed, and Olivia had fed the baby, with formula that OB had given her, and now was dozing with the baby sleeping in her arms as well, Elliot never moved from his position, she knew he needed space. Maureen, Kathleen, Elizabeth, and Dickie ran through the doors, and saw Olivia sitting with the baby, and Elliot at the window. "Daddy?" Maureen called out.
"Maur, Kathleen, Lizzie, Dickie. All of you sit down, we need to talk." They all sat down, fearful of the news, Elliot was holding inside himself. "Guys, your mother didn't make it." They all gasped, Dickie who was sitting next to Olivia, let his head fall on her shoulder as he started crying. Elliot looked at Olivia and she mouthed I'm sorry, His mouth slightly moved up, to reveal a small smile, before turning back to his kids. "She didn't make it, and you may have noticed, Olivia is holding your baby brother. He lived but your mother didn't survive, I'm sorry guys."
Dickie buried himself deeper into Olivia's side and she put an arm around his shoulders, while holding onto the baby with the other. Elliot pulled his three girls to him, and they shared a quiet moment of grief and mourning for their mother.
About ten minutes later, they all stood and Elliot made arrangements for an autopsy and for Kathy to be sent to a funeral home after wards.
Elliot drove Olivia and the baby, and Maureen drove the kids home. They all walked into the big house in Queens, and Olivia gently took the baby upstairs to the nursery, and changed him, got formula for him, and a blanket. She went
back downstairs with the baby, not wanting him to be alone right now, she sat down on the edge of the couch and put the bottle into his mouth hoping he would eat something. He attached to it, and got his nourishment.
Elliot came up beside her, and looked from her face to his son's, "How is he?"
"He's fine, he doesn't understand but he's alright, at least he is eating." Olivia looked from the little boy in his arms, to Elliot, "He needs a name, El?"
"I know, without Kathy, I want the kids to name him for me." Olivia nodded her head.
"Just make it soon, I don't like calling him baby." Elliot nodded and looked into her eyes.
"Thank you for everything."
"You shouldn't thank me, I couldn't keep her alive. It's my fault." Olivia said lightly.
"It's not, the guy ran a red light, because he was drunk, you didn't do anything wrong, know that I don't blame you, at all." Elliot put a hand on her back. And she gave him a pitiful smile.
"Want to hold your son?" Elliot shook his head.
"I don't think I am ready yet."
"I understand, but your never ready to be a father." He nodded and repositioned himself holding out his arms to take his newborn son. She handed him over gently, and watched as father and son got aquainted for the first time. He smiled down at his son, as he opened his eyes and looked up to his father. Olivia saw the exchange and giggled lightly. "I'm sorry, this is too cute, even for you, El." She put a hand on his shoulder, "I think I should go."
She got up to leave, and Elliot stopped her. "Please stay tonight, I don't know how to take care of a baby on my own, anyway Cragen gave both of us two weeks off."
"The kids are all here, where will I sleep?" She asked hoping he wouldn't say the couch.
"There is a futon in the baby's room, all for you, if you want it." Olivia smiled up to him,
"I have no clothes, genius." He laughed and put the baby back in her arms.
"Follow me," Elliot took her up the stairs quietly, not to wake the others. She walked in behind him,realizing that they were in his room. He pulled out a pair of flannel pants and a white wifebeater tank.
"Perfect," she said trying to lighten the mood. She walked across the hall to the nursery and Elliot followed. She laid the baby in the crib, "I'm going to go change, I'll be right back." She walked out the door, and turned back to see Elliot watching his son, fall asleep. She smiled and went to change.