"Are you alright?"

Casey snapped out of her daydream. She looked up at Olivia, who was staring at her in a way that made the redhead wonder if her wife thought she was about to fall over at any second or something. "Hmmm?" She paused for a moment, then remembered the question. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just thinking."

Olivia smiled softly. "What about?"

"Stuff," Casey answered vaguely. She propped herself up on her side with one arm and glanced absentmindedly around the yard. She knew it was getting late, since the sun had all but set already, and all that was left was a dim orange-pink glow that cast over the lawn. "I'm so used to us always saying 'your place or mine', but that was when we were simply together. I mean, we're married now, and we still haven't definitely decided on whose place to technically live. I get my mail at my apartment, and you get your mail at yours." She sighed softly, meeting Olivia's chocolate brown gaze. "I know that there are some married couples out there who sleep in separate bedrooms, but separate apartments is a bit extreme, don't you think? Especially since we've been married for…" Casey checked her phone for the time. "Exactly eight hours and six minutes. Wait, seven. I don't know about you, but don't much relish the thought of having things in common with people who have been married for fifty years when WE haven't even been married for a day…."

As Casey paused in her rambling to breathe for a moment, Olivia smiled softly, moving a chair over and sitting down next to the younger woman. "You won't have to worry about us living in separate apartments on opposite ends of the city anymore." Without elaborating further, the detective reached for her coat. After rummaging in the pocket for several seconds, she pulled out a small velvet box. She handed it to Casey. "Open it."

Wondering what was going on, Casey did as she was told. She slowly opened the box Olivia had given her and gasped when she saw what was inside. Nestled in the felt was a tiny silver key. "Olivia, what-I mean this-when-how-?" Casey found herself unable to form a coherent sentence through the shock. "Is this…what I think it is?" she finally managed to choke out.

"I don't know, baby. If you think that you happen to be holding the key to our new house, then yes, it is indeed what you think it is," Olivia replied, leaning over to kiss the attorney on the cheek.

Speechless, Casey gazed at the little key for several long moments. So many thoughts ran through her mind at lightning speed, combined with a plethora of emotions. She was shocked, surprised, ecstatic, and amazed all at once. She was also slightly disappointed that she had missed out on choosing a house for their family, but that emotion only fluttered within her for a split second, then it was gone. "I don't know what to say," she murmured, looking into Olivia's eyes once more. "When did you do this?"

"When you had night court a couple of weeks ago. I had been browsing, but I wanted to surprise you, and since I had that night off, I knew it was the perfect time to go, especially since today was getting closer and closer. I only hope you like it as much as I do."

"I trust your judgment," Casey told her, laying her head on the brunette's shoulder. "You know that I am not picky when it comes to things like that. As long as it's not located in say, Harlem, or even Brooklyn, I'm happy."

Olivia smiled. "That would be none of the above, Counselor. Our new home is actually relatively close to the courthouse. I just hope you don't faint on me when I tell you exactly where it is. I could catch you, of course, but that is not the point."

"Will you just tell me where it is?" Casey asked, the anticipation driving her crazy.

"You have to promise you will not faint, no matter what," Olivia replied.

"Olivia!"

Olivia chuckled. Casey knew that her wife was only teasing her, but when anticipation was added into the mix, it made for a very impatient attorney. "It's on the Upper East Side," she answered finally.

For the second time that night, Casey found herself at a loss for words. She wasn't quite sure what it was about the mere location of their new home that made her feel so loved. But then it hit her: shortly after she and Olivia had gotten together, nearly five years ago, Casey had told her that she had always wanted to live on the Upper East Side. Though it was true that she had technically grown up there, she had always wanted to live there on her own, with a family of her own. "You remembered," she said out loud, pulling out of her reminiscing.

"I never forgot," Olivia responded, reaching out to brush a stray red curl out of Casey's emerald eyes. "How could I ever forget something that you dreamed about, something you wanted with all your heart? I know I'm getting old, but I'm not that bad yet," she remarked with a smile as she reached for her coat and placed it on the younger woman's shoulders. Seeing Casey reach to take it off, Olivia placed her hand over her the redhead's. "It's cold out here, Casey. Leave the jacket on. The last thing I need is for my wife to catch pneumonia before we go on our honeymoon. And no, do not ask me where we are going, because I am not telling you. It's a surprise?""

"But what about you?" Casey asked, for once following orders. That was due mostly to the fact that nine tenths of her mind was currently preoccupied with wondering how the detective could stand the freezing weather, which, tonight, was accompanied by nipping wind that ruffled every tree in sight. "I don't want you to get cold."

Olivia shook her head. "I'm not. Now, I have a question for you."

"And what would that be?" Casey asked, a playful smile tugging on the corners of her lips.

Olivia grinned. "Are you ready to see our new home, Mrs. Benson?"