A/N: I DO NOT own any part of the Law & Order franchise, or the rights to the song Crazy by Gnarls Barkley. Oh my goodness I can't believe I'm on chapter 33 already. And I still have quite a few left to go! Just enjoy I guess lol. Of course a shoutout to my reviewer, without whom I would not be on chapter 33 right now.

Crazy

John listened to Jodi's moans, loud and passionate. It was one thing to hear them in person, when he was otherwise occupied trying to fuck her, but another to hear them on the TV.

He had planned on watching it with her, because there had been times he had walked in on her watching porn which usually led to them doing other things, but she had been so stressed out and busy with her upcoming audition he didn't even want to bother her. Not the mention the constant worry there were in do to her high risk pregnancy, which would have been an issue anyway do to her cervical scarring but had been increased immensely because of the triplets.

He watched her. The way every single muscle in her body seemed to work at once. Her slender neck, curving backward like a beautiful swan. The small of her back arched. Her toes, curled in pleasure.

John saw his long fingers. The wedding band glinting off his ring finger. Clenched around her soft waist as she ground her hips, riding him viciously.

Her large breasts moved mercilessly, he felt himself getting hard just looked at them. They were wet from the sweat dripping down her neck. He wanted to touch them, feel her twitch as his ran his fingertips over her hard nipples.

"Oh god John fuck me harder!" she exclaimed, putting a hand in her hair.

He watched himself oblige her, digging his nails into her ass, which was nice to say getting bigger as well. Every part of her body was, but it was just making her sexier than ever. She had always been thick, but never fat, and now that she was up to about an E cup and an ass like Coco's, he was in heaven.

John moved a hand down, feeling the hard bulge in his pants. Damn, he needed Jodi in here right now.

Just as he was about to unzip his pants Jodi nothing short of fell into the room, panting harshly as she closed the door behind her.

He froze, not really quite sure what to do. She looked around the room before her eyes settled on him, going back and forth between his hand hand on his pants to the television.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, stepping forward. John's eyes traveled the length of her body, which was drenched in sweat. She wore a tight tank top and a pair of tights, stopped just at the calf. Even still she was sexy as hell.

"You were busy and I figured-"

She held a hand up and stopped him before walking over to the bed and climbing on top of him.

Jodi trailed her fingers slowly down his stomach, narrowing her eyes seductively. John noticed the blossoming warmth in her cheeks, the dilation of her pupils, the quickening of her breathing. He put his hands on her thighs, hearing her wail loudly on the tape and watching her nipples harden through her shirt in real life.

She leaned down, pressing her lips to his. John kissed her back hungrily, all but shoving his tongue down her throat.

She moved her hips slowly, rubbing it up against his crotch.

John groaned, closing his eyes. Jodi pulled her shirt over her head before tossing it behind her and going fo her bra. When John opened his eyes, he was delighted to see her completely topless, her large breasts getting bgger by the day.

Jodi sat up on her knees before bending over on all fours and whispering in his ear.

"What do you want?" she asked, her soft lips brushing his ear.

"You." he replied before putting his hands on her waist, rolling her over on her back.

He grabbed the elastic waistband of her tights, pulling them down slowly, enjoying the passionate look on her face.

He smiled as he looked down at her stomach, which potruded slightly so that she looked as if she had just eaten a Thanksgiving feast. He wondered exactly how big she was going to get. Judging by how huge her knockers were getting, (along with a few other things he was beginning to enjoy) and the fact that they were having triplets, she was bound to get pretty big.

"What's wrong?" he asked as her winced.

"Nothing." she lied quickly, looking away.

"Jodi..." he put a hand on her face, letting her know that she couldn't hide it from him.

"Fine, it's just...everything is killing me. My ankles are so swollen they're throbbing, my boobs are ultra-sensitive, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to explode if you don't fuck me in a minute."

John chuckled before sighing.

"Here." he muttered before crawling to her feet and sitting on his knees. This was his wife. The mother of his child. The woman carrying his kids. He loved her. Needed her. And he would do whatever it took to make her happy. Even if it meant holding back her hair in the morning as she threw up in the toilet or running out at all hours of the night to buy foods she was craving.

"Hand me a pillow." he nodded towards the pile behind her.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked.

"Lift up your legs."

She did so and he slid the pillow underneath them before grabbing her ankles, softly kneading his fingers softly into the swollen skin.

"How is that?" he looked up at her.

"Mmm that feels good." Jodi smiled, leaning her head back and closing her eyes, letting her body completely relax. She loved when John did things like this for her. Actually, she loved John whether he was making fun of her or treating her like a queen, but it was so fantastic when he did things like this.

He massaged her ankles lovingly, moving his hands down to her feet. Her chest began to rise and fall steadily as the much-needed sleep claimed her. She felt like she was coming down from crank now, completely unable to do anything when she was dancing except for sleep. Dancing was crank. This was the crash.

John pressed his lips to her anklebone, looking up at her. Her eyes were closed, her breath spouting in incraments. Realizing she was asleep, he let go of her feet and looked down at his hard-on. He didn't care. Blue-balls weren't as important as her getting plenty of sleep during this time.

He sidled up next to her, wrapping his long arms around her waist. She mumbled something, opening her eyes a bit,

"Go to sleep baby." John said quietly before kissing her eyelids, coaxing her into sleep.

Anthony paced up and down the hallway of the ICU. Natalie was in there, fighting for her fucking life. He could have strangled her himself. He had no doubt she was the bitch who had been making trouble for the entire family the past few months.

In the mob more than likely. The more he looked at her, the more he recognized some of her features. The brown hair, blonde showing at the roots. Thin pink lips. Slender body. He had seen her somewhere before.

Somewhere.

Think Anthony.

Think hard.

Think.

He thought.

He thought until he was sure his brain physically hurt.

Then it hit him.

Natalia. Not Natalie. Natalia Yhetonelli. In league with La Casa Nostra.

The Underboss' girl. Well at least...one of them. Other than his wife he had quite a few.

He pulled his phone from his pocket before dialing Jodi's number. It rang several times, before she finally picked up.

"Hello?" she asked groggily. He could tell he had just woken her up.

"Hey Jo it's Ant."

"Do you realize what time it is? What the fuck do you want? You're not in any trouble are you?"

"Actually I need you right now. I'm at the hospital. Can you make it?"

"Why are you at the hospital? Are you alright?" her voice changed.

"Yeah I'm fine, but something happened at my apartment. Can you come?"

"Yeah I'll be there as soon as I can."

Anthony hung up before looking towards the obnoxiously large window of the ICU that gave little to no privacy of the patients. Natalia was pale as a ghost, her body hooked up to dozens of machines. She was a sleeping dragon, in every sense of the word.

"Is she a friend or relative of yours?" one of the nurses asked, walking up beside him. She was cute. Cute enough to hold his interest until Olivia finally agreed to go out on a date with him.

"No actually...she tried to kill me." Anthony turned to her.

John looked over at Jodi. She was resting her head against the window, sweating profously. To say she didn't look good would be an extreme understatement.

"Honey are you alright?" he asked for what seemed to be the fiftieth time that day.

"Yeah I just don't feel so hot. I'm fine." she shrugged before closing her eyes.

John sighed before looking to the road in front of them. After Jodi had woken him up she sprinted into the bathroom before throwing up violently. The morning sickness had begun. He was surprised that it had taken so long. She was already 15 weeks along, and he knew that soon they would be able to find out the sex of their children.

"I'll try and get you back home in a little bit okay?" John said softly, putting a hand atop hers. She turned and gave him a small smile before resting her heated face back against the cool window.

As they drove he thought about it. She was probably just dehydrated. Hopefully. They were on their way to the hospital anyway. He made a note to ask one of the doctors while they were there.

He saw the lights up ahead to Lennox Hill hospital and slowed down. Whatever this was happening with Anthony, it didn't sound good.

Jodi fought the smells that hit her nose as they walked into the hospital. She hated hospitals, yet lately she had been spending so much time in them.

She leaned up against John for support and he put an arm around her waist, toying with his wedding band on his other hand.

"Do you know what room and floor?" he asked.

Jodi nodded before pulling her phone out of her pocket and checking her inbox, looking for the text her brother had sent her with both bits of information.

"She's in the ICU." Jodi raised her eyebrows.

"Jesus. I wonder what happened." John muttered.

"I guess we'll find out in a few minutes." Jodi sighed, leaning her head onto his shoulder as they stepped into the elevator. A middle-aged woman stood in the corner, watching them wearily along with an older one.

"You two are a handsome couple." she smiled, looking between them both.'

"Thankyou." Jodi beamed, lifting her head up. John grinned as well.

"When did you get married?" she asked.

"Two months ago."

"You still have that newlywed glow. I can still remember my wedding night. It was a week and sixty-two years ago."

"Oh my congradulations. Is he here with you?" Jodi asked, looking up at John hopefully. Could they last that long? Putting off his age and all.

"Oh no Henry is a patient here. He has pancreatic cancer."

The color flooded from Jodi's face. Having lost an aunt to pancreatic cancer, she knew that it was a death sentence. There was no cure, and at a certain point no return. The way this woman said it though, as though she wasn't so upset by the fact that she was going to lose her husband soon. Like he had made peace with it.

"I'm sorry."

"It's quite alright dear. It has to happen eventually."

"Do you guys have any kids?"

"No. Do you two?"

"We're expecting..." Jodi looked down at the ground, feeling the slightest bit ashamed. This woman was losing so much, and Jodi couldn't stop herself from from talking about her own blessings.

"How wonderful! Oh, don't feel guilty. We never wanted children. I can tell by the look on your face. I can tell you two will do well." she smiled sweetly as the elevator slowed to a stop.

Jodi and John looked into each others eyes and didn't get a chance to say goodbye to the woman before the doors closed and the elevator took flight again, climbing up the floors.

"I love you so much." John suddenly said, putting both hands around her face.

"Me too." Jodi replied softly. He leaned in and kissed her, the realization dawning on them both that at some point one of them would no longer be there.

It was both frigthening and saddening. John swept her into his arms, and she leaned into his body. Whatever happened, neither would ever let go.