Author's note: Hey everyone. I just want to say that I am SO sorry about the typo in chapter seventeen. Looking back on it, I'm not sure how I missed it during the proofreading but well…I did, and I'm really sorry. I hope nobody holds it against me. As always, thanks for the reviews and for reading. It is much appreciated.

Casey woke up around five in the morning. As she glanced over at Olivia, she noticed that the older woman was still asleep, snoring quietly. Casey smiled to herself and slowly eased herself out of the brunette's arms. Quietly, she padded over to the bedroom door and pulled it open. After stepping into the hallway, she closed it very softly, so as not to alert Olivia.

Making her way downstairs, Casey entered the kitchen and smiled when she noticed that Olivia had made a pot of coffee. So she had been up earlier, the redhead realized. Shaking her head, she took her favorite coffee cup out of the cupboard, which Olivia had stocked prior to them moving in. After pouring a cup and heating it for two minutes to near scalding, Casey stirred in a dash of French vanilla creamer and a couple of teaspoons of sugar. Once she was finished, she carefully carried her coffee upstairs. She was on her way to explore the attic, but she paused at the end of the third floor hallway when she noticed what it contained. At the far end of the hallway was a window seat. Casey, who had always loved window seats, especially when it came to places to read, walked over to it and sat down, moving the curtains aside to admire the outside world.

The view that greeted her was particular to the Upper East Side: trees lined both sides of the road, the cars were fancy and all over fifty thousand dollars in price, and she could make out the figures of a couple of dog walkers with tiny dogs in tow.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

Casey jumped, nearly dropping her coffee. Turning around, she smiled when she saw Olivia standing there. "It's gorgeous," she answered as the brunette sat down next to her. Sighing happily, the redhead took a small sip of her coffee. Holding it out, she offered it to Olivia. "Want some?"

Olivia shook her head. "No, baby, you know I like my coffee black."

"Good point," Casey conceded, placing the coffee in her lap in such a way that it would not spill all over everything. "This place is amazing," she added, looking into Olivia's eyes (they were facing each other).

Olivia smiled. "I'm glad you like it. This is home now. No rent, just mortgage. No landlords. Baby, WE'RE the landlords."

Casey giggled. "I know. It's wonderful, isn't it? This is like a dream. Everything I have ever wished for has come true, or is going to come true soon."

"That reminds me," Olivia said, lowering her legs to the floor. "I know you want to have a baby soon, but have you given any thought to a specific profile you want?"

"From the father?"

"Yes."

Casey didn't answer for a moment. "I thought about it some," she admitted, setting her coffee on the ledge as she shifted positions. "This may sound really…discriminatory, but I would prefer to get a man with brown hair, as opposed to blonde or red. They tell you hair color right?" she asked as she looked at Olivia. As Olivia nodded, Casey smiled. "And maybe brown eyes. It's not that I want a designer baby it's just…" Casey trailed off, unsure how to word the last part of her thought. What was it about this stuff that was so difficult? Finally, she said "I want the baby to look like you."

Olivia reached for Casey's hand and intertwined their fingers, looking into the redhead's beautiful green eyes. "That's very sweet, babe. But you know what? As long as we have a healthy child, I'm happy. And a healthy wife too, of course," she added.

"Okay," Casey replied, moving closer to Olivia and curling up in her arms. "I love you."

"I love you more than anything," Olivia murmured as she kissed the top of Casey's head. "You are the best wife anyone could ever ask for."

Casey yawned as she snuggled into the feel of Olivia's strong arms around her. "So are you," she mumbled before closing her eyes and falling back asleep.

Olivia smiled and held her tightly, her own head resting against the wall. Casey was snuggled in her arms, the day outside was dreary due to the rain, and the inside of the house was the perfect temperature since the heater had been on all morning. Those things combined made for a very sleepy atmosphere. Olivia also knew that part of the reason Casey was so exhausted, aside from having been up until three in the morning, was that the younger woman was not used to being up this early in the morning. Without disturbing the sleeping attorney, Olivia very gently stood up and picked Casey up into her arms. She carried her through the hallway and up the stairs to their bedroom on the top floor. Once she reached the bedroom, she quietly opened the door and made her way over to the bed, where she laid Casey without waking her. Tenderly, Olivia pulled the covers up over her wife and paused for a moment, taking in the beautiful view with a smile on her face.

As Olivia herself laid down, Casey, still asleep, cuddled closer to her and laid her head on her chest. Olivia wrapped her arms protectively around her, feeling Casey's body relax as she did so. There was no doubt about it: Olivia had never been happier in her life.