The thought of losing her kids kept Olivia up at night. While Alex slept like a baby, Olivia found herself shaking in the bed.

Subconsciously, Alex slipped her arms around her trembling wife, pulling her into a warm embrace and holding her still.

Olivia still couldn't fall asleep, but she was able to close her eyes. She inhaled her wife's flowery scent.

Unfortunately, they could not find out Trevor's intentions until his vocal chords were working. Olivia managed to work herself into a panic every day, while Alex did her best to keep her wife calm. The brunette was never a fan of talking about her feelings. Alex was just glad she didn't run away again

It was three weeks after Trevor woke up, that he told Alex that he wasn't going to fight the adoption.

"I won't be able to do much in terms of parenting for another eight months," he admitted, with all of the physical therapy he had to do. "The twins pretty much won the parenting lottery with you two." He wanted to be a father some day, but now wasn't the time.

"Thank you." She kissed his forehead. "I don't want you to be a stranger now."

"I won't be."

Olivia was so relieved when Alex told her the news that she cried.

"It's okay," Alex hugged her wife. It was easier for her not to be scared; her maternal rights weren't the ones being challenged. "We're okay."

"We're better than okay."

"Want to drive by the house."

"Yeah."

They got the twins in the back seat and headed for their home. It wouldn't be done for at least another month, but they liked seeing it's evolution.

When they got there, they saw that the walls were painted and the floors were redone. They had just started on the cabinetwork.

"This kitchen is going to be gorgeous," Alex was so excited.

"And there's room for every random gizmo they sell on QVC."

Alex pinched her butt. "You love the food that comes from those gizmos."

"I love everything you touch."

"I love you."

"Mama!" Ollie cried out.

"Mommy!" Lorelei yelped next.

They picked up their twins and started to show them around the home.

"Soon, we're going to live here," Alex told him.

"And one day, you two will each have your own room," Olivia added.

"And you'll have younger siblings who will eventually get their own room too."

Olivia looked at her. "When do you think we should start on that?"

"I think sooner rather than later."

"Really, they're not even one yet."

"It can take several months for insemination to take. Who knows when it will work?"

"But you got knocked up after one time."

"It was a fluke, which could happen with you, but we don't know. It was nice having a brother who was pretty close to me in age. I just thought the twins might like that too."

Olivia knew her wife had a point. "I'm scared."

"About carrying a baby? I can …"

"I want to do it. You shouldn't have to do all of the work," Olivia told her, "and you did want little Bensons."

"I know. What I was going to say was that I could carry a baby made with your eggs."

"You would do that?"

"I would love to carry your baby. Why wouldn't I?"

They decided to continue the conversation at home over wine.

"So choices we have," Alex started with her notebook. She loved her lists. "The paternity, the method of impregnation, and who is carrying."

"I like the idea of our babies being related to each other," Olivia admitted. "I know that makes this harder."

"That doesn't matter," Alex said. "It should happen how we want it to, no reason to feel bad about knowing what you want."

"So that leaves us with two options for paternity."

"My father or Trevor."

"Yeah," Olivia cringed.

"You don't want to ask Trevor."

"It's not that he's a bad guy it's …"

"I know. What cop wants to carry the baby of the defense attorney she squares up against all the time. I know the guys will all give you shit for it."

"That sounds stupid doesn't it?"

"Doesn't matter. We're doing this how we want to. I'll call my father."

"I should also see a specialist," Olivia told her. "I don't know how fertile I am and that would likely determine whose carrying the baby." She wanted to do it; she just didn't know if she could.

"How about we call Dr. Gupta's office and see if she can refer us to someone?" Dr. Gupta had been great for them.

"I like that. We're going to do this!"

Alex grabbed her hand. "Bet your cute ass we are!"

They were going to grow their family. Their dreams were coming true.

April

Part of Trevor thought it was worse to wake up and live in the hospital than it was to be comatose and live in the hospital. He was closer to escaping but he was no freer than before.

People came in and out, asking him all kinds of questions, making him take tests and do weird exercises. The comings and goings made him dizzy and the smell of the hospital was still there.

The only saving grace of this place was Elsa. She would smuggle him real food when no one was looking.

"Your cheesesteak Mr. Langan."

"Oh call me Trevor," he said with a grin. She was cute and she knew to ask for extra mushrooms.

"I'm sure you're dying to get out of here."

"You have no idea. How can you handle the smell?"

"I think I've become desensitized to it."

"Now that should be a crime against humanity."

Elsa had an idea. "You could get out of here sooner if you hired a home health aide to tend to your needs there. Nothing we do here can't be done at home."

"Really?"

"There are physical therapists who make house calls. The hospital was just a convenient place to combine the care and the therapy. It's not the only place."

"Do you know any home health aides?"

Two Weeks Later

Trevor already fired three home health aides. The first one kept smoking cigarettes in his bathroom. The second one treated him as a child, and the third just had an annoying voice. She sounded like she swallowed helium all day.

The agency he used was about to fire him as a client.

"Else, I'm in trouble here."

"Are you hurt?" She was about to rush to his apartment.

"No, but I can't find a competent home health aide. I've already fired three."

The agencies really weren't the best. "Maybe I could track down someone I know from nursing school."

"Wait, can you do it?"

"Me?"

"Yes. You're competent. You know I'm not five, and I like your voice."

She blushed. "But what about my job at the hospital?"

"How much vacation to you have saved up?"

A lot, she never took it.

"I would think at least five weeks."

"Then why don't you take them? I'll pay you twice whatever the hospital would have paid you to go to work, and if you want to go back to the hospital at the end of the five weeks, I'll find someone new."

The next morning, Elsa was at his penthouse. The first thing she did was help him get to the bathroom. He could manage small steps, so he was fine in the bathroom, but his balance wasn't good enough for him to have free reign of the apartment.

"I wasn't expecting you here so early," he said. It wasn't even seven yet.

"What would you have done until I got here?"

"Held it."

"That's why I came early."

She changed the sheets while he was in the bathroom and got him into clean clothes.

"This is kind of embarrassing," he told her.

"I've changed you for sixteen months."

"But I couldn't see you. For all I knew a robot was changing my clothes."

"You knew someone was there?"

"I was surprisingly lucid for a coma. I just couldn't open my eyes or do anything."

"How much do you remember?" She started to blush.

He pecked her lips. "I remember that."

"I shouldn't have …"

"If I minded, I wouldn't have hired you. It's just going to be a while before I'm in any condition to date."

"Your health comes first."

"For now."

Alex thought she was going to lose the feeling in her fingers. "Liv, could you loosen up a bit."

"Oh sorry," Olivia didn't realize how tight she was squeezing.

Alex kissed her nose. "No matter what he says, we'll figure it out together."

Dr. Morrison came back with the results. "Mrs. And Mrs. Cabot, I'm happy to tell you that Olivia has a perfectly healthy reproductive system. I would suggest, however, that she presume that a pregnancy would be high risk since she is in her mid-thirties."

"What does that mean for us?" Alex questioned.

"I would consider taking an earlier maternity leave, and since she is a police officer, I would strongly consider desk duty after the first trimester."

Olivia groaned. "I hate desk duty."

"What about a temporary change of unit?" Alex suggested.

"What?"

"You said computer crimes keeps asking about you. You could do that which would be better than doing everyone's DD5s for three months."

Olivia nodded. "That would be better, but I hate sitting on my butt all the time."

"Try carrying twins."

"Another thing to consider," the doctor mentioned, "If you pursue IVF, there is a risk of multiple births."

"We could get two Bensons for the price of one," Alex said to her.

"Another said of twins?"

"It's just a possibility, one that I wouldn't oppose."

Olivia wasn't so sure.

"We would already have all the right stuff."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Let's get going, Love."

Now that they knew Olivia was ready to get knocked up and they knew whom they wanted as a donor, they just had to make the call.

"Hey Dad, will you be in New York anytime soon?"

"Actually, I'll be there on Thursday for business honey. Did you want to do lunch?"

"I do, and I have some news."

"Good news I hope."

"Great news."

Olivia was actually able to join them. "Apparently, the scum bags are napping right now."

They met Walter at Bistro La Bonne.

"How is my favorite daughter?" Walter had a smile.

"Do you have any other daughters? I'm telling mom!"

He pressed his finger to his lips.

"It's great to see you Walter."

"I can't believe it is almost a year from the day you two got married and the twins first birthday is coming up."

"Can you say shotgun wedding?" Alex teased.

Olivia rolled her eyes.

They ordered their food before they explained to their father why they had wanted to have lunch with him.

"Olivia and I are looking to expand our family."

"Oh wonderful. What are you planning to do?"

"I'm going to carry them," Olivia told him, "but we wanted them to all be related."

"How are you going to do that?" Walter questioned.

Alex looked at him.

"Me?"

"Well you are related to me, I hope."

He raised a brow. "I have no objection, but I will have to ask your mother."

"She's only my mother as opposed to his wife when he wants to avoid the conversation," Alex told her.

"You're terrible."

"It's true!"

Jennifer was not opposed to the idea, but she had another one. "Why can't they use Trey's sperm?"

"What?" Walter asked.

"He got his sperm stored, remember." He had thought he had gotten testicular cancer. He hadn't, as it turned out.

"Is it still good after all this time?"

"It was frozen, so I think it's fine."

Jennifer called to make sure that the sperm was still at the bank. It was and all they needed was a release to show that they controlled his estate.

Walter called Alex to explain her other option.

"Trey thought he had testicular cancer?"

"It was a false alarm, but he had a lesion …"

"I don't want to hear about a lesion he had on his junk Dad."

"Oh, sorry."

Olivia didn't make it home until late that night. Alex was already asleep, but she left a note.

Make sure to talk to me before you leave for work tomorrow. It's good news, I promise.

Alex

When the morning did come, Olivia was hesitant to wake her wife, but she did it anyway.

"Good morning!"

Olivia kissed her forehead. "Babe, what is it you wanted to tell me?"

"Oh right. Trey froze his sperm at a bank, so Mom said we could use it to make our baby Benson."

"You want to use your dead brother's sperm?"

"You make it sound morbid."

"It's just weird that we can't ask him."

"I know, but if he were alive, he would have said yes. He would have offered to do it naturally, and I would have slapped the hell out of him, but he would have said yes."

"What happens when they ask about their father?"

"I'll explain that he's in heaven, and I'll tell him all about him. We even have some home movies of his they can watch."

"Is this what you want?"

"It is." Alex knew she couldn't get Trey back, but she would gladly raise little Treys. "Why wouldn't I want a baby from my two favorite people?"

Olivia kissed her. "Okay. We'll do it."

Alex and Olivia had an unusual way of celebrating their wedding anniversary. They went and got fertility drugs and Olivia started taking them. They decided to start with insemination. It was less invasive and less likely to yield multiple births which was a concern for Olivia. It's success rate was lower, so they would likely have to try more times, but Olivia was fine with a bit of a buffer between the twins and the new baby.

They had only discussed with Alex's parents that they were trying to have a baby. They didn't want to share the news until they had something to report back. "The last thing we need is people asking if you're knocked up yet every month."

"I am excited for you to knock me up," Olivia told her before giving her a kiss.

"I know we have a week, but I think we should practice."

Olivia grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom.

Their clothes came off in a flurry as they fell onto the bed.

"I need you," Olivia told her as they sank into the sheets.

"You have me, always and forever."

Unfortunately, the actual insemination was less fun. Olivia was on a cold bench with her legs in stirrups and had what seemed like a miniature baster inside of her.

Once it was done, the doctor gave them some alone time.

"I hear orgasms help with conception," Olivia told her.

Alex pulled a battery-powered vibrator out of her purse. "Good thing I brought Pogo."

"Pogo?" Olivia burst out laughing.

"What, it needed a name."

"So you named it like it was a cartoon dog."

"It's not like I named it Huckleberry Hound."

Olivia's laughter turned into a different type of cry when Alex put pogo between her legs.

Three Days Later

"I can't believe we're throwing a party for babies at the Waldorf," Olivia muttered as they got their twins in their spiffy new clothes. Ollie had on slacks and a button down shirt and Lorelei had on a blue dress.

Technically Jennifer is throwing the party. They just have to bring the tots.

"Welcome to the world of the rich and pretentious," Alex kissed her cheek. "It's a society tradition that you show off the youth when they're one."

"Why?"

"It's to prevent everyone and his mother from trying to visit you when the baby's first born. The year is a buffer for those who aren't close enough for you to want to entertain at your house."

"You people are strange," Olivia told her as they got into the car.

Thirty minutes later, they were about to enter the event when a security guard stopped them.

"Your mother wants the twins to make a grand entrance." They would have to use the main staircase.

Olivia was about to explode. It was bad enough they had to have this stupid party. Now they had to act like their twins were royalty.

Alex sighed and took her family into the elevator. "We'll have to wait for them to announce the twins."

"Are you …"

Alex hurried her wife into the elevator. "There's no reason to lose it in front of the guard. We'll figure it out upstairs."

Alex knew Liz would be here early and asked her to bring some snacks for the twins and some liquor to the second floor.

About ten minutes later, Liz arrived with emergency provisions. "I see you're in the holding cell," she teased.

"And Lena didn't even send me here."

Olivia took a shot of whiskey to get the edge off. "How do you deal with these events?"

"It's an adaptive skill," Liz told her. "I also didn't have any children, so I only had to be a guest at these miserable parties."

15 minutes later, the twins were formally announced. Alex and Olivia had to carry them down the stairs as people oohed, ahhed, and took their photos.

Alex spoke for the family, thanking everyone for coming and telling them to have a great time. She thought this event was just as stupid as Olivia did, but she sounded sincere. She had the makings of a politician, definitely.

Some of the guests had been at the wedding, but many of them had not. Olivia was surprised to see Donald Trump and some other "celebrities."

"Are those the Hiltons?" Olivia did not think their children needed to be associated with these people.

"Just smile and wave," Alex told her. "It will be over soon."

"Alexandra, Olivia, you two look beautiful as always," Jennifer actually liked these parties.

Olivia tried to smile, but it was really hard right now.

"Thanks, Mom. I think Olivia has a bit of stage fright."

"Oh, take her to the lounge. I can take the twins."

There was a private lounge on the side of the party. Alex got Olivia into it and locked the door.

"I have stage fright?"

"It was better than saying, this party sucks, and Olivia's not a good enough actress to pretend to enjoy it."

Olivia raised a brow.

Alex kissed her. "We have a good ten to fifteen minutes before my mother comes looking for us. "Let's use it."

It was hard to turn that down.

Jack, Lena, and Liz were all drinking sidecars as they watched Jennifer parade around the newest Cabots.

"How much do you want to be one of them will become a lawyer and the other will become a cop?" Jack asked Lena.

"Easy bet, the question is which one will be which."

Liz piped in. "Ollie will be a lawyer and Lorelei the cop."

"I'll put $200 on that," Lena added.

"Me too," Jack said. "I think Ollie's more likely to be the cop and Lorelei's the lawyer."

"And why's that?"

"Ollie's named after Olivia and Lorelei was named after Alex."

"The real question is," Lena started, "will the newest Cabot lawyer become a corporate litigator or a prosecutor."

They put bets on that too.

"That wasn't so bad," Alex said as they all got in the car.

"That was horrifying," Olivia argued.

"We had fun in the lounge, best society baby birthday party I've ever had."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Yeah that was pretty good."

"The twins real birthday is in two days. We'll celebrate with friends having a low key party and this time next month, we'll be moving into our dream home."

"That does sound pretty good."

Alex kissed her. "I know."

After six weeks, Elsa ran out of her vacation time. She could go back to work, quit, or take unpaid leave.

Trevor still needed some help, but he did not need her all day anymore. He could walk with his walker and he had a PT that he worked with three days a week.

"What do you think I should do?" Elsa questioned. She wasn't hurting for money. She had collected both her salary and the money Trevor paid for the past six weeks.

"Do you want to go back to the hospital?"

"Not really."

"So quit."

"But what will I do when I'm not needed here?"

"Start looking for a new job. I won't need you here forever, well at least not as my nurse."

She raised a brow. "How else would you need me?"

"I think you know."

"I think I want to hear you say it," she teased.

Trevor kissed her.

"I didn't hear you. I think I need you to say it again."

They met each other half way on the second kiss. The kiss was everything Elsa had hoped it would be.