Barba can feel the color drain from his face as his heart drops into his stomach but as Olivia turns to him- tears starting to stream down her face- he realizes, he has to be the one to hold it together. He slides Noah down his side to stand beside him and steps forward to take her into his arms. The instant his arms are around her- she breaks, sobbing into his shoulder.

He turns his head to whisper into her ear as he rubs his hands over her back, "Mi amor, it's OK. It's going to be alright. Mira, we're going to go to the hospital and get it all checked out, OK?"

Barba continues to whisper to her, a mix of English and Spanish- the only give away that he is, himself, on the verge of breaking down.

Barba's attempts to comfort Olivia are interrupted by a small arm around his leg followed by a soft whimper. He looks down to realize that Noah is also crying- scared about whatever is upsetting his mom. He temporarily releases Olivia- keeping a calming hand on her arm as he stoops to pick up Noah.

As he brings him back up, Barba meets his eyes and speaks as calmly as he can, "Oye, compay, Mamí es OK. Mira."

Noah turns hesitantly towards his mom- who makes a futile attempt to wipe her eyes and gives him a small smile. "I'm OK, Noah- it's OK, buddy."

Barba pulls her into him. He tries to speak as if everything is normal for the benefit of their son. "Alright, Mamí, why don't you lie down for a second while Noah and I go get the car- and I'll call you when we're downstairs."

Olivia retreats to the bed as Barba and Noah head for the door. Barba pulls Noah's jacket on and finds some shoes that will fit over his footy pajamas before nearly running out of the apartment.

As soon as he's out on the street, he pulls out his phone and dials a number. The voice that comes on the other line nearly makes him lose his final shreds of composure.

"Mamí, I need you to meet me at Mount Sinai to pick up Noah."

By the time Lucia Barba arrives in the emergency room- Olivia has a room but hasn't yet seen a doctor. Lucia walks in to find Olivia leaned back in bed- mentally drained- and her son, looking as disheveled as she's ever seen him- holding Noah tight to his hip.

Noah lifts his sleepy head from Barba's shoulder and stretches out towards Lucia as she enters, "Abi!"

Lucia reaches out to take him from an anxious, exhausted Barba. "Hey, Gordo. Olivia, are you alright? Rafael, what's going on?"

Barba cuts his eyes over at Olivia, "You OK for a second?"

Olivia gives him a tight smile and nods. Lucia, Noah and Barba walk out into the hallway.

Now with his mother here- everything is becoming real- Barba's doing his best to hold it together but patience was never his strong suit. Once in the hallway- he avoids eye contact- in an attempt to get through his explanation.

"Mom, I told you about the adoption?" Lucia nods, perplexed. "I didn't really explain why we were doing it so soon."

"Rafi, if you-"

"Mamí, Liv is pregnant." Barba keeps his head down but lifts his eyes to hers.

A moment of joy sparks in her eyes before she realizes where they are and her face falls, "Something's wrong with the baby."

Barba's jaw tightens- he closes his eyes- determined not to lose it for Liv's sake. "We don't know. She- after we got home today- she found blood."

A comforting smile reaches Lucia's face as she steps forward and places her free hand on her son's arm. "Rafi, mirame, that's very common. I know you're both scared but I'm sure everything is fine. It happened to me with you."

Barba finally brings his face up to look at her- it is somehow comforting to hear that.

Lucia hugs Noah close, "Stop worrying until there's something to worry about." Barba lets out a frustrated sigh. "Now go be with her." She looks down at Noah, "And me and this little guy are going to go have some fun."

Noah lifts his head from her shoulder and gives her a sleepy chuckle- knowing she's talking about him. Barba gives her a look of disapproval, "Straight to bed, Mamí, or we won't be sleeping for the rest of the week."

Lucia addresses Noah, "Gordo, I don't know how your Papí survived childhood with me- I clearly don't know what I'm doing." She tosses a look back to Barba. Then gestures with her head to Liv's room, "Go, I can handle it."

Twenty minutes later, an older doctor finally walks in to talk to Olivia and Barba. Barba- who's been sitting in a chair next to Olivia holding her hand- quickly stands to greet him but doesn't release Liv's hand.

"Olivia Benson?" Liv nods and the doctor comes to stand opposite Barba. "How about you tell me what's going on."

Barba gives Olivia's hand a gentle squeeze as she starts, "Well, I'm a little over 13 weeks pregnant. This afternoon, I wasn't feeling well after we got home from work. When I went to the bathroom, I noticed I was bleeding."

"Was there a lot of blood?"

Liv is getting a little agitated from all the waiting to know what's wrong, "What constitutes a lot of blood, Doctor?"

Barba gives her hand another squeeze and the doctor a weak smile. The doctor takes it all in stride, "As much as your period?"

Liv settles herself again- anxiety taking back over, "On a light day."

Barba can feel the panic start to rise up in his chest.

"Any changes in diet?" Liv and Barba shake their heads. "Any possible trauma? A fall? Accident? Something you may not have considered at the time?" Barba's eyes go wide- he looks to her as if accusing her of keeping a secret.

Olivia shakes her head and looks pointedly at Barba- her look informing him that he's being ridiculous, "No."

"Have you recently had intercourse?"

Olivia nods. Barba freezes- the logical part of his brain knows that it's OK but the panicked part of his brain is terrified at the prospect that he's done something to cause this pain.

He can't help the question that escapes him, "Should we not?"

A small smile comes to the doctor's face- "No, it's perfectly fine. But sometimes in the first trimester, it does cause some bleeding. That's probably all we're dealing with but better safe than sorry. How often would you say?"

Liv and Barba check in with each other but Liv is the one to answer, "I'd say a few times a week, 2, 3?"

The doctor's eyes widen a bit in surprise, "With two full time jobs and a toddler? Wow. That's-"

If Barba wasn't so worried he'd realize the doctor was impressed not concerned. He makes no attempt to hide the slight panic in his voice. "We've done it too much?"

At this point even Liv, though still worried, is a bit amused at Barba's terror that their sexual escapades have somehow caused the demise of their child. She squeezes his hand to comfort him as he'd done for her.

"No, it's safe. But I'm fairly certain we've found the cause of the bleeding. I'm going to get an ultrasound machine in here right away to confirm that the baby is OK. If it all checks out, you should probably try to take it easy for the next week- if you think you can keep your hands to yourselves."

Olivia- relieved by the doctor's confidence gives him a smile. Barba on the other hand still looks a bit sheepish.

Within minutes, the doctor has wheeled in an ultrasound machine. Barba holds tight to Olivia's hand and leans in until he hears the soft wooshing of the heartbeat and sees an image on the screen.

The doctor looks up with a smile, "All good. I'm just going to take some measurements for the chart and you're good to go."

Relief washes over Liv and Barba. He closes his eyes and when he opens them again, Liv sees tears forming as he looks at the monitor. He turns to her- meeting her eyes, a relieved smile overtaking his face, "She's OK in there."

Liv rolls her eyes, "Barba."

He chuckles, "OK, it's OK in there."

"He's determined it's a girl" ,Liv explains.

The doctor smiles up at the two of them, "Unfortunately, that's a fight I can't resolve for you for another few weeks."

They both return the doctor's smile before returning their gaze to each other- Barba leans in and kisses her tenderly, "Told you it'd be alright."

A broad smile grows over Olivia's face, "Ah yes, you were the picture of calmness."

Barba returns a look of faux offense, "Hey!" He winks at her as smile creeps back to his face. The relief they both feel has them on cloud nine.