Disclaimer: As you all know, these characters aren't mine. They belong to Dick Wolf and NBC.

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Day 39: Imagine your OTP having to chaperone a prom for whatever reason. Person A has never been to a prom and is overly excited about it and is awful at hiding their excitement. Person B decides to properly ask them to prom with flowers, limo, outfit, the whole shebang.

Universe: And Alex Makes Three

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"It's an eighth grade dance, Alex," Olivia says, "I don't think it really counts as a prom."

"That's not the point, Liv," Alex says, searching through yet another rack of ties.

"Then what is the point?"

"The point is that you were never properly taken to a dance" – Alex rolls her eyes – "and before you even say it, no the dance at our wedding does not count."

Olivia sighs, shaking her head. She knows she's never going to win this battle, so she turns her attention back to the rack of ties. "What are you looking for?"

Alex holds up two ties with exactly one shade of blue difference between them. "Which one do you think Noah will like more?"

Olivia quirks her eyebrow, looking between the ties. "Neither."

"What?"

"His favorite color is orange, Al." Olivia walks over to an entirely different rack of ties and picks up a tie the color of an orange sunset. "This is the one."

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"Mom's not home yet?" Noah asks, running out of his bedroom and into the living room, his shirt half tucked in and his tie knotted in his hand.

Olivia bites her tongue to keep from laughing at her son's disheveled appearance. "Not yet, buddy. Why? What do you need?"

Noah looks from the knotted tie in his hands to Olivia and then back again. He sighs and runs back into his bedroom.

Alex shows up half an hour later, dressed to impress. Her black suit is perfectly tailored, her white shirt is crisp, and her tie matches the deep red of Olivia's dress. She drops a small box on the coffee table before giving Olivia a quick kiss. "You look amazing."

Olivia quirks her eyebrow. "So do you, but I thought we were chaperoning a dance."

Alex smirks. "We are."

Olivia looks over Alex's body and shakes her head. "I'm sorry, but you can't wear that. You're going to have to change."

Alex laughs and for a second Olivia considers skipping the dance and having Noah go with his friends. "Why's that?" she asks, taking a step toward Olivia.

Olivia shudders, biting her bottom lip. "You know why."

Alex smirks, leaning down to kiss Olivia softly. "Noah's staying at a friend's house tonight. We have the house to ourselves."

Olivia swallows hard. "Noah's about to run in here. He needs his tie tied."

"Okay."

Sure enough, seconds later Noah comes running into the living room, his tie still knotted in his hand. "Mom, can you tie this for me?"

Alex grins, leaning down to tie Noah's tie. When she is finished, she stands up and ruffles his hair. "You gotta get your shoes on; we're already running late."

Noah nods and runs off to find his shoes.

Alex opens the box on the table and takes out the white corsage. Slipping it onto Olivia's wrist, she says, "Will you go to the prom with me?"

Olivia rolls her eyes, smiling. "Of course I'll go to the prom with you."

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