Six weeks later Olivia smiles as she rocks Jordan in the rocking chair beside his incubator. She watches as his eyes slowly begin to drift close as he settles down for his afternoon nap. Elliot enters into the NICU and heads over to where his wife sits. "Hey," he says then kisses Jordan's forehead and Olivia soundly on the lips. "You guys ready to go?"

"Yea, I packed him up when you called earlier." Beside her Julian sleeps soundly in his car seat. While he was released close to a week prior, his brother had not been quite ready to go. He had required a second operation to complete the repair on the hole in his heart and thus required a longer stay.

"How's the co-bonding thing working?"

"Well. He's taking more from the bottle and his vitals are better. Doc said we may be able to bring him home by the end of the week."

"Well here's hoping."

"Yea." Olivia takes a moment and takes in her husband's tired appearance. He's gone back to work, while she's taken her maternity leave. Since parking is expensive, he drops her and Julian off in the mornings to spend the day with Jordan then tries to pick them up in the evenings. Then comes back and spends his nights by Jordan's side, just as he's done every night for the past six weeks when they were forced to leave the hospital empty handed. The long work hours and nights of sleeping cramped up in a chair have taken it's toll on him. "You look like shit."

He smiles and reaches for his son. "Thanks."

She kisses him goodbye then hands him to his father and watches as Elliot kisses him as well and then tucks him into his incubator. "I think you should stay home tonight and get some rest."

"No. He shouldn't be alone."

"I don't like you out on the streets when you're this tired."

"I'm a big boy."

She pulls him close and kisses him chastely on the lips. "I know you are, but I still worry."

They arrive home an hour later and Kayla rushes into her father's arms. "Daddy can you read me a story."

"Not right now baby, Daddy needs to get some sleep," Olivia answers for before he can speak.

"Nooo," the little girl whines.

"Yes," Olivia reiterates. "You," she points to Elliot, "Upstairs. You," she points to Kayla go play until dinner's ready. I promise you I'll read you a story before bed."

"But I want Daddy," she clings tighter. Olivia sighs. Bedtime has always been something she's done with her father.

Elliot sets the little girl down. "I promise to read you a story before bed. But only if you're good. And only if you listen to your mom, ok?"

"Ok," the little girl acquiesces, but follows her father upstairs nonetheless.

"Can I hold him?" Lizzie asks eagerly.

"Oh, sorry Honey. He needs to be changed and fed, before I put him down for bed."

"I can help," Lizzie offers.

"That's ok Sweety. Maybe next time."

"Ok," Lizzie concedes then heads downstairs to her room. Her music is blaring seconds later.

Olivia sighs and heads upstairs doing all her checks as she goes. Rick is doing his homework. Kayla is going through her books. She enters their bedroom just as Elliot comes out of the bathroom and gets settled into bed. She rests Julian on the bed while she changes into something more comfortable. She sets up the baby sling cradle style and nestles Julian in it.

"Why don't you just let him sleep in the bassinet?" Elliot asks and motions to one of the two at the bottom of their bed.

"I don't want him to wake you. Get some rest," she says and leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

Elliot jumps out of his sleep hours later, and looks around him. Olivia sits on the other side of the bed, quietly nursing their son. "Time is it?" he asks.

"A little after one."

"Shit. I didn't read to Kayla."

"'S ok. She didn't nap today. Fell asleep during dinner." He smirks. "Go back to bed."

"Nah. I'm going to head over to the hospital."

"El, you have to work in a few hours. They're not going to let you in this late anyway."

He gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom. "Some coffee, a few donuts. They'll let me in. Besides Sabrina has a thing for me."

"From what I've heard, Sabrina has a thing for everybody."

"Jealous?"

"Should I be?"

"You know me better than that." He uses the bathroom and brushes his teeth then returns to the bedroom to find something to wear.

"I'm not so sure. I don't see you bringing me coffee and donuts."

"Because you hardly ate them when we were partners and you're nursing. You're not allowed to drink coffee."

"Excuses," she sighs and moves the baby to her shoulder and begins to rub his back.

"Would you like me to bring you some coffee?"

"Can't. I'm nursing. There's a bag downstairs by the door. Has your dinner. Nothing special, just some spaghetti and meat sauce. There's also some cookies the girls and I made for the nurses, and a stuffed dog Rick got him. Don't forget it."

He shakes his head. "You knew I would end up going to the hospital."

"And that you would need something to bribe the nurses with, yes. What can I say, I know my husband."

"And I'm one lucky man. I'm going to get Liz."

"Don't bother El, we'll be fine."

He takes Julian from her and takes over the burping process. "Just humor me huh?"

"What do you think is going to happen?"

"Liv, please."

"I fell down the stairs once. Once!"

"I know, but at three in the morning everyone is a bit foggy. At least this way she can sit with the baby and go down to the kitchen or you can send her."

"El, you need to let this go."

"I know. But that's not going to happen tonight. So please?"

She sighs and concedes defeat. "Fine. Go get her."

Julian lets out a soft burp and Elliot kisses his dark hair before handing him back to his mother. "Thank you."

Elizabeth is awoken later that night by the sounds of her brother's cries. She sits up, and rubs the sleep out of her eyes and turns to Olivia changing Julian on the bed. "Need any help?" she asks.

"No, he just needs to be changed. You can go back to sleep."

"You sure you don't need me to get him a bottle or his pacifier or something?" she asks as Julian continues to fuss.

"No. He's fine. Just not a fan of having his diaper changed, but he also hates being wet. Don't you buddy?" she asks the baby. Julian just continues to fuss. "Kind of a catch-22."

"Yea…Olivia?"

"Hmm?" Olivia answers as she lifts the baby and begins to hush him.

"Do you…not trust me. With the baby?"

"Of course I do. What makes you say that?"

"Is it because I cut?"

"No! Where is all this coming from?"

"Well I know since he's a premie and everything, you've been a bit overprotective, but…you won't even let me hold him when I'm sitting in the same room as you. Today you said I couldn't hold him because he was sleeping, but then you spent the entire evening carrying him around in that sling. Just as you have every other evening since he's come home."

"Lizzie-"

"It's because of what happened to Kayla when I was watching her. You still haven't forgiven me for that night."

"I can't forgive you for something you're not sorry for."

"I apologized a million times."

"No, you haven't. Maybe, you've said something to your father, but you've never said anything to me," she sighs. It wasn't right for her to hold such resentment against her. Especially when they've all made strides in trying to get past everything that's happened. Kayla has forgiven her, and she was the victim in all of this. She admires Lizzie. Always wants to be around her, and Elizabeth has been nothing but kind and exceedingly patient with her since moving back. A way of assuaging her own guilt. It doesn't change what happened, and she still can't forgive her for something she isn't sorry for, and if she isn't sorry for it, it can happen again.

"But you have to know! I didn't mean-"

"Lizzie. I'm sure you didn't mean for her to get hurt. But I don't know what happened that night and I can't…I can't let that happen again. He's just a baby. He can't protect himself, and with everything he's already been through…I just prefer to keep him close until he's a bit stronger. More durable."

Elizabeth sighs. "Back then… I was really angry. I was angry at you. Kayla. Dad. Mom. Rick. Just…everybody. I had to change schools. Make new friends. It sucked."

"Kayla had nothing to do with any of that."

"I know. But back then, I didn't see it that way. Mom said she and Dad were going to get back together. When it didn't happen, I asked what was going on and she said that it was because he was having another baby with you. So I blamed her. That night, I was pissed that Dad left me to watch her so he could go chase after you. I yelled at her for looking at me and she got scared and ran away. At first I didn't care. I was just glad that she wasn't bothering me anymore, and she was quiet. Then she started crying and she wouldn't stop so I went to check on her. I found her in the hallway. She threw up, and kept crying. I noticed that she was breathing funny and remember she was allergic to the Nutragrain bar and that's when I called Dad."

"She was innocent."

"I know."

"She never did a thing to you."

"I know, and when I realized that she might die. Because of me, and what I did. I felt bad. And…I'm sorry Olivia. I know I never said that to you, but I want you to know that I'm sorry. What I did was wrong. I've talked about it a lot in therapy, because I still feel guilty about it today. She told me to apologize, but I've been afraid to talk to you about it. It's not something you just bring up out of the blue. I know that doesn't change much, and I know it's going to take awhile for you to trust me, but I hope that you will. One day."

"Liz. I trust you with Kayla, but even that took time. I'm going to need you to give me time with the boys as well."

"Ok."

"And what helped me is watching you with her," she says as she passes Julian to her. Elizabeth smiles as she looks down at her baby brother.

"His doctor wants him to drink this special formula to help him get his strength up. Think you can handle him while I make him a bottle?"

"Yea. I think I can handle that," she grins.

"Alright. Just holler down if he gives you any trouble."

"We'll be fine," Lizzie answers, never taking her eyes off her baby brother's face.