"I'll get there Friday night and we can have dinner together, okay?"

"Okay, dad. Do you mind if mom joins us?"

"Why?" Hank didn't feel comfortable having to see Olivia again; they hadn't seen each other in five years.

"Because…I want her to be there when I say what I gotta say."

"You're scaring me, Gina."

"Don't worry, dad. I'll see you on Friday."

"I love you, kid."

"I love you too, dad."

Voight leaned back on his chair and looked at the photos of Regina he had on his desk. He loved his daughter more than anything in his life and had hated the last years having to be so far away. Divorcing Olivia had meant the end of his days as he knew them and he hadn't be the same man he was before. She had broken his heart and he hadn't been able to let anyone in. The only person in his life was Regina and everything he did was dedicated to her. Sometimes he wished they were still a family, but it was too late.

[five years ago]

"This can never happen again, Brian." Olivia said as she buttoned her shirt. "Never again."

"Oh you loved it, Liv." Cassidy pulled her body into his and roughly kissed her lips.

"Stop it." She pushed him away with a slight smirk on her face. "It was a one-time thing."

Hank stepped off the elevator and was embraced by the squad room's darkness. She had sent him a text earlier letting him know she was still doing paperwork and wouldn't make it in time for dinner. That's why he had called Regina's sitter and asked her to come by while he brought Olivia some food. His intention was to bring her wine and maybe help her relax a bit. He knew she had been working on two extremely tough cases so at least for the night he wanted her to forget. But as he turned around the corner, he saw his wife zipping her jeans back on as Brian Cassidy got dressed. The wine slipped from his fingers crashing on the floor making Olivia look his way.

"Hank," she whispered.

"I better go." Brian grabbed his coat and was walking straight towards the elevator when he felt Voight's tight grip around his arm.

"I hope you know you helped her ruin a family." He let go of Cassidy and watched him disappear behind the elevator doors.

"Hank, I…"

"You what? What sort of pathetic excuse will you come up with?" She could feel the pain in his voice. "You what, Benson?"

"I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me and why I let that happen. I'm an idiot."

"Can't say I disagree."

Hearing him say that hurt her but she knew it was nothing compared to the pain she had caused him. Brain had been teasing her for weeks and tonight she had been weak. She let him kiss her body, ran his hands along her skin and they had sex on the floor. Regret was the first thing she felt. She regretted sleeping with Cassidy but, above all, she regretted allowing herself to enjoy it. As she looked at Voight in that moment, Olivia could see the pain in his eyes, how she had hurt him, how broken his heart was. Tears started forming in her eyes even though she knew she had no right to cry. She was the only one to blame.

"Talk to me, Hank. Please."

"What do you want me to say, Olivia? You slept with your partner…with him of all people! You chose to cheat on me. To hurt me. To break my heart."

"And I am so sorry." She stood between his legs resting her forehead on his. "I'm sorry, Henry."

"I'm sorry too." He pressed his lips softly against hers and tasted her salty tears. "I'm sorry you chose to ruin what we have. Because you know what this means, don't you?" Olivia nodded her head. "I can't stay with you. Not after this. Not knowing he touched you, he kissed you, he fucked you. I can't."

Hank took a step back and started pacing the room. What he had just seen would never leave his mind. The thought of another man –particularly Brain Cassidy– having his hands on his wife drove him crazy. The jealousy and the paranoia of Olivia ever cheating on him haunted his thoughts every day; it saddened him to see his fear become a reality. From the first night they had talked, Voight had dedicated his life to making her happy, pleasing her, because her happiness was his. But now he realized at some point he had made a mistake. Who he was wasn't enough for her and she had gone out to find what was missing in another man.

"How did I fail you? What should I have done differently?"

"No, Hank, don't do that. Please don't blame yourself." She could see he was doing his best not to break in her presence.

"Then, who am I to blame? You were clearly missing something and I couldn't give it to you." But he failed. He choked on his own words as the tears rolled down his face. He wasn't as strong as he pretended to be and he had just lost the love of his life.

"Me. You blame me!" Olivia hated seeing him this way. She cupped his face between her hands and tenderly kissed his lips. "This was on me. I wasn't missing anything. How could I? You are the most loving and devoted husband. I was just a stupid wife."

"I love you too much to place all the blame on you." Hank kissed her one more time before taking a step back. "I want a divorce, Olivia."

"Yes, I knew you would say that."

Those were five words she had never expected to hear him say. Yet she had never expected to be the kind of woman who cheated on her husband. Those words brought their daughter to her mind and she hated herself even more. She had tear Regina's home down and could already see the little girl crying when she found out. Olivia hadn't only hurt Hank, she had also hurt their daughter. Her ridiculous actions had led to damaging the only two people she had never wanted to damage, the only two people who truly loved her.

"Regina is going to hate me."

"No, I would never let that happen. We won't tell her this happened. We can say things didn't work out, that love isn't always easy."

"You would do that for me?"

"I would go to the end of the world for you." Hank placed his hand on his chest where his heart beat. "Don't forget this Chicago jerk, okay?"

"I won't remember anything else."

[present time]

Voight sat in the taxi watching the raindrops run down the window and thought back on the night that changed his life forever. That was the last time he had seen Olivia. They talked to Regina separately. His lawyer handled the divorce. Fin packed his things and sent them to Chicago. That night would be the first time he laid eyes on his ex-wife in five years. He thought he would be nervous, but he wasn't. Maybe the thought of seeing her face again brought some peace into his life. Because, after all, she was still the love of his life.

"Hello, kid." He kissed the top of Regina's head as he walked to the table where mother and daughter were already sitting. "Olivia," he nodded as he sat down.

"Hi, Henry."

"Hey, dad." Regina wouldn't admit it to them but she was happy to see her parents in the same room. "Let's enjoy dinner and then we can talk."

"Should I be scared?"

"Let's wait until after we eat, dad."

Regina did most of the talking throughout the dinner. She told them about school, her friends and volleyball practice. Both her parents could feel the girl's happiness in her voice, in her laughter and they could see it in her eyes. That was all they truly wanted, their daughter's happiness. Hank had kept his eyes on Olivia most of the night. He could see she was tired but she still looked like the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Benson had felt his eyes on her and it made her happy. Happy to know he still found her attractive and, maybe even, desirable. All in all, dinner had been great until Regina had told him what she needed to say. After that, none of them spoke and he walked them home. His mind on the terrible news.

"And she's down for the night." Olivia said as she walked back to the living room with two cups of coffee. "Here you go, Henry."

"Thank you." Hank looked around not believing he was there again. "How long have you known for?"

"Three weeks."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"She said she wanted to be the one to tell you when she was ready. I made a promise and I couldn't break it."

"How long?"

"Nine months, a year tops."

"Isn't there something we could do?"

"Not exactly." She took a sip of coffee as she sat down next to him. "The doctor said she's stage four and the type of cancer she has won't respond to treatment. The best they can do is give her medication for the pain."

"So we are supposed to do nothing? Just sit back and watch our daughter die?" He rested his head between his hands and let out a deep sigh. "I'm not ready to do that, Benson. I can't lose her; she's all I've got."

"Believe me when I say I do understand. Hell, she's my life."

They sat in silence not knowing what to say. Olivia had been carrying the pain around for three weeks unable to show how much it truly hurt her. Now she had him. He was the only person who could ever understand her pain and her fear. She still couldn't wrap her mind around the idea of her fifteen-year-old daughter dying and she wasn't ready to do it on her own. She needed Hank by her side so together they could face the situation. And he felt the same way. The only one who could push through that hell with him was her. The time had come for them to push the past behind and unite their forces for their daughter. It wouldn't be easy, it would be painful, but it was worth it if it meant seeing Regina's smile one last time.

"Do you remember," she said in a whisper, "when she was four and she would sneak into our bedroom at three in the morning? How she would climb on your side of the bed afraid I would get mad?"

Voight chuckled remembering those precious nights. "Oh yeah. She had us wrapped around her finger; whatever she wanted, we did."

"She still does."

"I know." He looked at her and moved his fingertips along her face feeling her warm soft skin. "If she hadn't been so insistent, I wouldn't have agreed to include you in our dinner tonight. But I couldn't say no to her."

"Finally made a miracle happen after five years."

"She did."

"And now that miracle will be taken away from us." Olivia broke down for the first time in three weeks and there was no stopping the tears.

"Come here, Benson." Hank wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him; he needed that embrace as much as she did. He needed to hold her for the last five years. For the many nights they had spent missing each other. For the love they still shared. For the fights they had over the phone at least twice a month. For that unbreakable bond they still shared. For their history. But above all, he needed to hold her for the daughter they were both about to lose.

"Have you talked to her about what she wants to do now?"

"She told me she wants to continue with her daily routine. Wants no pity nor special care. She just wants to continue being Regina."

"Then that's what we'll give her. If it's okay with you, I would like to stay in New York. I don't want to spend another minute away from her."

"If it's okay with me? Hank," it surprised him that she didn't call him Henry, "you are her father. I would kick your ass, if you didn't want to stay."

"I do. I want to be around for whatever she may need. I need to be around her…before she goes."

"And she will need to have you around." Olivia raised her head, still in his embrace, and looked into his eyes. "I will need to have you around."

"I am not going anywhere." He leaned down and kissed her lips.

Regina, who had been listening from her bedroom the entire time, smiled to herself. She wasn't leaving this world until her parents were back together. If she was leaving, she needed to leave knowing they would both be okay.