A/N: I DO NOT own any part of the Law & Order franchise, or the rights to the song Hey Big Spender by Peggy Lee. Sorry for the long wait between updates. I'm back in school now, and have been beyond busy. I mean really, what high school student has homework in every single class and a test during the first week? The answer would be me. On the bright side, I have almost completed the worst four years of your life.

Hey Big Spender

"Welcome home." Jodi smiled, pushing the stroller through the front door of their house.

Two weeks later and they were finally home, back in Manhattan with all three children in tow.

John closed the door behind her, dragging in their luggage before smiling at his wife.

It was safe to see she was a bit chunky now, not having had the chance to lose any of the weight. Both of them had stayed in the NICU the past two weeks and had only left to check on the car, thus Jodi did not have a chance to work off the baby weight. She planned on starting on that the day after they arrived. Not only did she have a stomach now, but all the weight on her felt bizarre. She was always used to having hard and toned muscles, but the weight made her feel like she was in a different body entirely.

All three children were asleep in the three-seater stroller, doing what all newborns did for the first month or so of life. Sleep and poop.

"Well, let's see how they did on the rooms." Jodi said, wearing a humongous hoodie to hide her extra weight and a pair of sweatpants.

John nodded, wanting to say something. She was do uncomfortable with her body that it made him uncomfortable. He wasn't used to seeing her constantly pull down her shirt or step behind him when someone was speaking to them. Usually she paraded her body. It wasn't like she was fat, just a tad bit pudgy.

She pushed the stroller through the living room to the hallway and down, making her way to the nursuries.

The room still smelled like paint, masked through designer plug-in air fresheners.

"Moment of truth." John grumbled before stepping in front of Jodi and opening one of the doors.

They stepped inside, and Jodi smiled. While they had seen the nursery before they left, this time it was completely finished.

The blue paint shone brightly, truly looking like a little boys room, and there were pictures across the room, some of John and Jodi. One of her about two years ago, dancing. There were some of her father. Some of John's parents.

And the one with his uncle Andrew,

She bent down, as she began to unbuckle each of the sleeping children. John couldn't help but roll his eyes. Both of the girls were wearing matching frilly dresses while Andrew had on cargo pants and a stripped shirt. Only his wife would go out this much when dressing their two week old children.

She picked up Andrew, cradling his head gently before carrying him over to the changing table. John leaned up against the door frame.

Almost instantly he had seen the change in her. She had always been mature, but as soon as she held those kids for the first time she became a true mother. She was more serious than he had ever seen and took care of the kids as much as she possibly could.

"Sweetie can you bring me that bag over there?" she pointed to the back of the stroller.

John nodded, grabbing the bag and carrying over the new clothes they had bought in D.C. on their way back.

She dug around, pulling out a blue onesie. Quickly changing him she kept her back to John, her hair in her face.

Andrew stirred, whimpering as his rest was disturbed.

"So, what do you want to do for dinner?"

Jodi hesitated, underessing Andrew and pulling off his diaper before shaking her head.

"Um, why don't you just order yourself a pizza or something?" she said, not looking back at him.

"Uh...okay I suppose? What kind do you want?"

"I'm not eating it." she said shortly, cleaning Andrew as she put a fresh diaper on him and grabbed his onesie.

As she put it on John watched her. She had actually barely spoken to him the past two weeks. Not just him. She had barely spoken to anybody. He didn't know what it was but he was starting to get kind fo worried. He knew the signs of depressoin better than anybody, and it was safe to say she showed them.

Andrew opened his toothless mouth, letting out a small gurgle before moving his tiny arms as he started to cry.

Jodi sighed, snapping his onesie before taking him into her arms, shushing him gently and pressing her lips to his red head.

"Why aren't you eating?" he asked.

"Why does it matter?" Jodi snapped, rubbing Andrew's back as he calmed down and struggling to keep her voice down.

He let out a hiccup before falling back asleep. Jodi carried him to his crib before bending over, setting him down and pulling the blankets up over his tiny body.

She pushed past John, grabbing the stroller before making her way across the hall to the girls room.

John followed her, his hands in his pockets as he readied himself for an explosion. Yes they had been busy with the kdis, but he would appreciate it if she would even look him in the eye when she talked to him. What, did she finally realize that she had married a guy that was more than half her age?

She grabbed Nicolette, feeling her bottom before moving her face and sniffing the little girl and shaking her head, carrying her over to the crib. She had changed her only twenty mintues ago. She shoud have been fine.

Pulling out some pajamas she began stripping their baby girl, and John took a deep breath.

"Jodi what's wrong?" he asked.

"What?" she said blankly, moving back to the stroller and getting Ophelia. She began changing her as well and John watched her.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." she shrugged, looking down at the girls before grabbing Nicolette.

"If you seemed fine do you really think I would be asking?"

"God John, will you just please cool it with all of the questions? Obviously I don't want to talk about it! Is that so difficult to get through your mind?" she shouted.

He opened his mouth to say something but stopped, looking down at his daughter.

Jodi stormed over to the rocking chair in the corner before lifting up her shirt and pulling down her bra. John snorted and backed away.

Walkign across the hall he closed the door behind him before making his way over to the crib and bending down to look at his sleeping son.

"Hey you." he said softly, bending down and picking him up.

Andrew whimpered, turning his head before John moved across to the blue rocking chair and sat down.

Holding his son to his chest he traced his red hair, smiling.

"You know, I really hoped one of you would have your mother's hair."

He watched as Andrew's little chest rose and fell, breathing deeply, his little feet covered in small blue socks.

John continued to watch him. He still couldn't get over the fact that this was his. This was his son. This was something he had made.

Andrew turned his head, gurgling before opening his eyes slightly, looking up at John.

"Hi." John smiled.

TFA

Olivia rushed up the front steps to John and Jodi's beautiful home, Anthony not trailing far behind. It was the first time she had seen him out of the hospital since Betsy had been admitted.

While she had awoken, Betsy was in no form to talk to anyone, not that she would have if she could anyway.

She had seemed somewhat happy to see Anthony there though.

Olivia raised a hand before ringing the doorbell.

"Have you talked to your sister yet?" she asked, looking back at him.

"Just once or twice. I haven't had my phone on in the hospital." Anthony shrugged, lying smoothly.

In all honestly he had spent his time in the bathroom of Betsy's hospital room, making phone calls, getting names,

Finding out who the fuck had done this to her.

Jodi opened the door, holding one of the girls in her arms.

"Hi." she smiled as she caught sight of Olivia and her brother.

"Hi Jodi!" Olivia exclaimed, stepping forward carefully and giving her a hug. "Is this one of the twins?" she asked.

"Yes, this here is Ophelia. The other two are in the living room." she smiled, looking down at Ophelia was was asleep, her head on her mothers chest.

"This is for you." Anthony muttered quietly, holding out the wrapped box he and Olivia had bought together.

"Elliot actually picked it out, since he has more experience. I hope you like it." Olivia smiled.

"Thanks so much. Do you guys want something to drink? I know John is around here somehwere."

She turned around, leading them into the living room where a basket of linens sat on the couch along with the other two kids, asleep in their carriers.

She sat down on the couch before shifting and pushing the basket over before motioning for Anthony and Olivia to come join her.

Olivia did immediately, sitting down on the couch beside her while Anthony hesitated, standing by the doorway to the living room and looking around.

"Wow. They're all so beautiful." Olivia smiled.

"Thanks. Do you want to hold Ophelia? She just went to sleep."

Olivia paued before nodding, sticking out her hands.

Jodi carefully passed over the small baby, and Olivia looked down at her, smiling as she gazed upon her matted black hair.

"Well, we know this hair came from John." Olivia chuckled.

"Yes." Jodi smiled before looking up at her brother. He was watching them, a peculiar look on his face and his hands in his pockets.

"You're not giong to sit down with us?" Jodi asked.

Anthony shrugged silently, walking over to one of the recliners and sitting down across from them, barely looking down at his nieces and nephew. Jodi silentlyl questioned him before rolling her eyes and giving up.

Beneath them Andrew began to stir, opening his eyes slowly and looking around. Jodi smiled, bending over and picking him up before kissing one of his plump cheeks.

"You're awake now." she smiled.

He stared directly up at her, his eyes focusing intensly.

"He has your hair." Olivia giggled, feeling like an adolescent girl for some reason.

"Yeah. He wanted to see what company we had didn't you sweetie." Jodi smiled proudly, practically glowing.

"Have they been awake much this week?"

"It's been happening gradually. Andrew stays awake more than the others. He'll open his eyes and just stare for awhile until he goes back to sleep."

"Wow. You look great too by the way. I mean you were huge before now I can barely tell you had a baby. Let alone triplets." Olivia commented.

"Well, I'm working on losing the weight." she shrugged, feeling Andrew twitch beneath her. As she looked at him even now she could see some of his fathers features.

"You're so handsome just like your daddy." she giggled.

Olivia couldn't help but smile. John Munch was a good looking man, although none of them ever expected the woman he finally settled down with would be not even twenty years old. Let alone have triplets.

And still, as she held little Ophelia it felt so right, and she couldn't help but wish she could have the same thing.