A/N: I DO NOT own any part of the Law & Order franchise, or the rights to the song Lithium by Evanescence.
Lithium
John sat in a chair at the end of the hall, silently thinking as Olivia sat beside him.
He smiled, unable to get the small faces out of his head. His son. Andrew. His hair was just as red as his mothers, and the girls...well they were more than beautiful.
Jodi was getting cleaned up at the moment, and they were doing the same to the babies. They all weighed three point seven pounds, and would be in the NICU for a bit.
But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered, because he was a father. He had three children to call his own. He had three people to love and protect no matter what.
"Do you know how long they'll be here?" Olivia asked, sitting up in her chair.
"The doctors don't know. Probably not that long. They actually don't have jaundice surprisingly."
"Will Jodi be able to breastfeed yet?"
"I don't know we didn't really get that far. I'm just still in shock you know. I mean, all the times I've been married, having kids was just never really something that came up. Jodi wasn't supposed to be able to get pregnant either, so it's really a miracle she carried them this long anyway. And they're pretty healthy."
"Do you at least have everything set up at the house?"
John shrugged.
"When she went into labor I called the guys working on the nurseries and told them I'd pay them extra if they could have everything done by next week, because that's the soonest we'd be leaving."
Olivia nodded.
"Well you're kids are healthy. That's all that matters. You're on your way to becoming Elliot soon." she chuckled.
"And have an entire factory of kids running around? I don't think so. Triplets are enough for now." John grinned.
Olivia smiled, looking at the ground before John cleared his throat.
"Liv, I need to ask you something." he spoke up, the thing he and Jodi have been discussing for weeks now coming up.
"What is it?" she sat up, looking concerned.
"Well, Jo and I were talking and...we were trying to figure out who would be the godparents, and your the best chocie for a godmother. Would you like to be the kids godmother?"
Olivia opened her mouth, not quite sure what to say. She had already been legally responsible for someone elses child, and when it came to a medical decision it had been the hardest choice of her life, and still she didn't know if she had done the right thing. Would she be able to do it again?
"I'm fairly sure nothing will ever happen to us, but you never know. Please Liv? Your the only one I trust?"
"I don't know John...are you sure? That's a really big responsibility."
The more she thought about it, the more she realized. Had they not had this ddiscussion, if something had happened to John and Jodi, she would be the one to take them in. Fin didn't have a good record with his son, and El had just too many kids.
"I'm sure, I just need you to say yes..." he trailed off, looking at her hopefully.
Olivia hesitated for a moment, before nodding wordlessly.
"I-I would be honored. Who's the godfather?"
"Well, it was a tough decision but we decided on Fin. I know he screwed up with his son, but I know he's always wanted a second chance, and he would do things much better."
Olivia nodded, understanding his decision before looking up as the doctor came towards them.
"Everything alright?" John asked.
"Yes, I just wanted to tell you Jodi's been all cleaned up and we've got the kids settled in incubation. You can go see them now."
John stood up, taking a deep breath. Next to them the door to Jodi's room opened and she was pushed out in a wheelchair.
John smiled as he saw her. She still looked beautiful, her red hair still matted from sweat and her skin slightly pale.
She turned her head, looking at John and smiling weakly. As Olivia watched she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealously. John now had everything she ever wanted. The way he looked at Jodi, as though she was everything in the world. He now had three kids. She wanted that. She had always.
Elliot had an entire warehouse of kids running around, and as much as they fought there was no denying he and Kathy still loved each other, and always would.
Fin loved his son. She knew that. Despite all their differences and toubles.
Even though Cragen had lost his wife, he still had gotten the chance to love.
So what was with her?
She began to walk down the opposite end of the hall.
"Where are you going?"
She turned around, John grabbing the handles to Jodi's wheelchair.
"I'm going to grab some coffee." she lied.
He nodded.
"Okay, see you later." he waved before pushing Jodi down the hall.
TFA
"Hi there." Jodi smiled, pressing Andrew to her chest.
John leaned over, reaching out a hand and touching his sons nose before chuckling.
Andrew twitched, his little chest rising and falling as he slept, his red hair matted across his tiny head.
"You want to hold him daddy?" Jodi asked.
John stood there for a moment, hesitantly.
"Does he know who I am?"
Jodi chuckled.
"He could hear you when he was inside of me."
John extended his hands, shakily before Jodi put their son in his arms.
"Put him close to your chest." she whispered.
He did so, pressing the small newborn to him.
"He's so small." John smiled, looking at what he had made.
"What if he grows up to be a cop like his daddy?"
"What if he's a musician like you?" John grinned.
Jodi smiled again before looking over at the twins, which were in the next two incubators.
Getting out of the wheelchair on shaky legs, she walked over before bending over and picking up Ophelia.
The little girl opened her eyes slowly, staring up at her mother for a moment before closing them again.
"John!" Jodi turned around, beaming from ear to ear.
"What?" he asked.
"She just looked at me."
John stepped over to her, looking down at his daughter and smilign before realizing that Jodi was standing up.
"In the chair. Now." he demanded.
"Sweetie really I'm fine. I'm not paralyzed or anything."
"Chair." he pointed.
Jodi sighed, going and sitting down. It ran in her family. They all had this bizarre temper about wheelchairs. It was one of the things Anthony would not stop complaining about every time the mention of the wedding came up.
Jodi slipped a finger inside of Ophelia's little curled up fist, feeling the small fingers clench around her her own.
"You're so pretty." Jodi smiled, looking at her brown hair. She never knew she could love something so much.
"How's everything going in here?" a nurse asked, walking into the room.
"Great." Jodi smiled. "We couldn't be happier."
TFA
"How you doing?"
Anthony looked up, surprised to find his mother as he sat by Betsy's bedside.
He shrugged, looking down at her before letting go of her hand and standing up.
"Well, I've got some good news." she shrugged, lifting her arms to give her son a hug.
"What is it?" Anthony asked, walking into them.
"You're an uncle now." she smiled, putting her hands on his face.
Anthony looked up at his mother, feeling himself forget about the Betsy situation.
"What?" he asked.
"Jodi had the triplets. Trevor just told me." she shrugged.
Anthony turned around before sprinting to the corner of the room, where his phone had been charging. Unlocking it he found he had four missed calls, along with a few text messages from his sister.
Opening a picture message he smiled, looking down at his two nieces and nephews. All three babies were bundled up, scrawny and pink but nevertheless more than adorable. He smiled as the little boy in the center, chuckling at his red hair.
"He's got your hair ma." Anthony grinned, walking over to her and showing her the picture.
She looked down at his iPhone, bending over and feeling her lip quiver as she gazed upon the sight of her grandchildren. She was only in her early forties, and she never thought she would see this day so soon. Not to mention the fact that she had no idea if Jodi would even let her around the kids or not.
John was the one who had called, and trevor picked it up, then delivered the message to her that she was now a grandmother.
She closed her eyes, silently hoping things would work out for the better. She had to see her grandkids. She wouldn't take a no as an answer.