A/N: Sooo, fun fact. My favorite girl name is Olivia and Isabella, ha I know right. But anyways, I initially had trouble choosing the name I wanted for the baby in this fic and I was going to go with Isabella mostly because I wanted to call her Bella. But anyways, I didn't know at the time that Kerry's daughter's name was Isabelle, but something told me to look it up and I did. Then I was like well I don't want to name her something so close to her real life daughter's name just because I really do like to respect celebrities' privacy. But then I was like I really like this name and I was like whatever, there aren't enough people out there that are crazy enough to mix up reality and fiction that are going to come a cross my fic. Boy was I wrong, because then I discovered Terry. Not saying that they would read my fic because they are some extreme Jake haters but still more crazies than I would have imagined. And all I can say is, crazy people do not know that they are crazy...anyways, enjoy this chapter.

"Jake," she said drowsily as she swatted his side of the bed. She came into contact with something and she could hear him take in a sharp breath of air. "Get up. It's your turn." She said referring to her daughter's cries. Normally she would think that the little hiccups the baby incorporated into her wails was just heart breakingly adorable because everything that kid did flooded her heart with feelings she had never felt before, unless it was two thirty in the morning and she was exhausted from having gone through this routine every night for the past two weeks.

"Can you spot me," he said turning over, not opening his eyes. "I'll owe you one"

She furrowed her brows but didn't even bother to open her eyes. She wanted to be angry but she was too tired, and she figured that he had to be border line delirious to let those words come out of his mouth especially with her being as exhausted as she was. "Jake," she started off slowly, "if I get out of this bed, right now, you never will again."

"Alright," he told her with a small smile on his face. He rolled out of bed without hesitation. He actually didn't mind taking care of his order, he loved taking care of the little girl and helping Liv because it was clear that she still got the brunt of the work no matter how much he tried to help. Sure he would prefer to sleep through the night, but he could sleep later. Probably when she became a teenager and was more interested in hanging out with her friends than being cuddled by her parents, but for now he was going to enjoy every minute of it.

He clicked on the light next to the bassinet and reached in to pick the baby up. That was when he realized that she was in dire need of a diaper change. However, it wasn't until he placed her on the changing table and undid the onesie that he realized the extent.

"Oh my god," she heard him say, but responded slowly since she had almost fallen back a sleep. "Oh my god. It's everywhere."

She turned her head and looked over towards him, her eyes blinking rapidly as she struggled to keep them open. "What's everywhere?"

"Poop," he told her as he tried to figure out the best way of going about this to prevent getting it all over everything and putting more time between himself and climbing back into the bed. "What did you eat?" He asked the baby who responded by stretching her hands above her head and kicking one of her legs out. "It's going to get all over everything."

This prompted Olivia to climb out of bed. "It can't be that bad." She began walking over to him.

"It's worse," he told her.

She walked over to the changing table, just as he was about to slide the diaper from under the baby.

"No, just," she told him, after realizing that it was pretty bad. Not as bad as he made it out to be, but still. "Here," she said as she lifted the child and proceed to carry her into the bathroom, he followed.

It wasn't until that had thoroughly cleaned the child that they returned back to the bedroom, the baby seemingly settling down to fall asleep again. Olivia went over to get a new diaper as Jake cradled the child to his chest, still wrapped in a thin bath towel.

She had her back turned to them when she heard the infamous phrase, "Oh my god, Liv, she's peeing." She whipped around to see a wet spot on Jake's shirt and liquid soaking into the towel threatening to start dribbling on the floor.

"Don't get it all over everything," she told him.

"Well," he tried to say that he didn't know what else to do, but he figured what the hell. His shirt was already wet so he just cradled his daughter back to his chest.

She opened her mouth to respond but just ended up laughing. They were a little bad at this. They were two of the most highly functioning adults that she knew, but they were getting owned by the eight pound being. He smiled at her letting her know that he was glad she was amused that he was getting peed on.

"Here let me," she tried reaching out the diaper to him.

"Nope, still peeing," he said as he could feel the wet spot continuing spread on his shirt. This caused Olivia to laughing again, which in turn caused him to laugh a little. They were both exhausted, so there was honestly nothing else to do but to laugh about it. The only other option was feeling sorry for themselves or getting angry, and neither of them identified well with the victim role and they loved their little girl too much to be angry at having the privilege of taking care of her.

"Okay I think she's finish," he said, and as if on que, Adeline let out a sigh and snuggled against him. She was asleep.

"Nice kid," he said before placing a kiss on the top of her head and placing her on the changing table, allowing Olivia to take his place before walking away to go and clean himself up. When he came back into the room, they were both once again, sound asleep. He thought he had climbed under the covers but when he woke again, he found that he was on top of the covers lying horizontally, his head resting on Olivia's feet. She had wanted to wake up and tell him to actually get into bed and get off of her feet because it made her feel restricted, but she didn't want to waste the few precious seconds of sleep that it would take to do that. So she just fell back asleep.

She closed the door behind her and leaned her back against it and took a deep breath. It was her first day back to work, and she had been for lack of a better word forced back into it. That actually may have been a good thing. Adeline was now two months old and she was supposed to have gone back to work two weeks prior but she just couldn't tear herself away from her baby, so she had pushed it back a week, then another. She had tried to push it back a third week but it had come out that William St. Germaine, one of the biggest contributors to Fitz's campaign and good friend of Harris Doyle, had dealt in some unusually shady business in order to get his company in the position that it was now in and therefore his estates was built on unusually dirty money which ultimately shaded Fitz's campaign and of course his presidency. She had been able to stop the snitch right before the press conference, but there was still a lot to work out and the man was still threatening to go to the press with the information he had and he was smart, he had actually set up a way to ensure that if he was killed the information would still leak, they were still trying to figure that part out too. Honestly sometimes she just wanted to go up to the podium and inform everyone that yes, American politics is as dirty as they think it is and all of the conspiracy theories that had been concocted could not possibly compete with the actual reality that ran this country. Because again, she could not think of one of the top companies in the country that didn't have some secret that would completely unravel the moral integrity of the company and everyone associated with it.

She put her bag down on the table next to the front door and took her coat off folding it over her arm. She walked into the living room and smiled at the sight she saw on her couch. There was her little girl sound asleep, with her increasingly chubby little legs tucked under her, her diaper clad bottom in the air, and drooling on her father's bare chest as she was using him as her bed. The man himself was too asleep, his right hand wrapped securely around her, his left outstretched with the remote hanging loosely from his fingers, and the television currently going over the highlights of the day's sports games.

She placed her coat on the back of the chair and approached them. She took the remote from Jake's hand and turned the television off, waking him as she knelt beside the couch. She immediately reached out a hand to place on the baby's back.

"Hey," Jake said in huskily as he tried to clear the sleep from his voice.

"Hey," she told him as she slid off her shoes then proceeded to lift the baby from his chest.

"How'd it go?"

"It went…," she paused for a second as she sat down on the floor and tucked the baby to her chest, "okay."

"Okay?" He questioned. "So does that mean he did or didn't murder someone?"

She just flipped her hair and looked at him. "I don't want to talk about that," she said looking down at the baby as she resettled against her chest. "What'd you guys do today?"

"Aww you know," he told her deciding to let her evade the question about her work, "we just stayed in, watched a few movies, had a few beers." She gave him a look and he smiled.

This had actually been a debate that he had had. She had told him that maybe he shouldn't drink when he had Adeline alone. He had countered by asking her if that meant that she wouldn't have wine when she had her alone. It had ultimately culminated with them deciding that they trusted each other enough to allow the other to use his own discretion when placed in the situation.

"Anna on her way to New York?" he questioned her.

"Yeah," she replied bringing the baby's little fist up to her lips and kissing it.

"Think she's gonna be back anytime soon?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "But I think she'll be back. She's still paying rent at my old place."

"Something tells me that's not the kind of thing that would keep her tied to a place," he replied.

Olivia didn't answer, she just snuggled Adeline closer. They stayed there for a few more moments just recounting bits and pieces of their day. Her telling him about the craziness that was the city they lived in and him telling her about the adorable new things that their daughter had done. That was before he sat up and stated that he was going to take a shower to get all of the baby drool off of him. He heard her laugh.

He smiled, "That's not what she's doing Liv." He knew she was laughing about the fact that she had told him that Adeline was marking him, since he seemed to be the one who got treated to most of her baby fluids. The most her mother ever got was spit up and a little drool, granted it was on some of her better cardigans and silk tops which had caused Olivia to tone down her fashion a bit at home. But Jake got it all urine, drool, spit up, poop at one point. "I need to go meet someone."

"It's nine o'clock at night," she told him. She wouldn't lie, she didn't like him working but that was only because he always seemed to have to go to work in the dead of night, when other people who had normal jobs that wouldn't get them killed or abducted were finally settling in for the night, he was just getting his 'work day' started. He was also being secretive with whatever it was so that made her even more suspicious. She watched him disappear down the hall and got up to follow him after he didn't answer her. As she went to go behind him she heard a phone ringing from somewhere near the couch. She huffed before turning back to the living room to answer the phone. She looked on the side table at her phone and realized that it wasn't hers. She figured it was his and it sounded like it was coming from somewhere inside of the couch so she started digging between the cushions until she came up with the object. She looked at the phone, it wasn't his cell phone. She answered it anyway.

"Hello," she stated, and caught herself before announcing who she was as she would normally do.

"Ughh, you're not Jake," a man on the other side of the phone stated with a rough tone and a bit of a southern twinge.

"No," she told him, becoming a little upset after realizing that it was in fact Jake's phone, only she had never seen this phone before. "Who is this?"

The man sensed her no nonsense demeanor through her tone and let out a chuckle. "You must be Olivia."

Her brows furrowed.

"How do you know Jake?" she asked the man.

"I've known him since he was just a little knuckle headed kid, when he first got into the Navy," the man told her. "He told me you were an inquisitive one."

"Really?" she asked him as she sat on the couched and laid Adeline against her chest stroking the baby's back and preparing to slip into investigator mode. "What else did he tell you?"

"Whoa, now I don't go meddling in other folk's personal business," the man laughed. Olivia stayed quiet and the man's laughter died down. "You ain't gonna put him on the phone are ya?"

"Not until you tell me why you're calling," she confirmed. She looked down and saw that Adeline's eyes were now open and staring up at her.

"Well I would love to, but he told me not to tell ya, Darling," he told her. Normally she would want to punch someone in the face for calling her Darling or Sweetheart or anything related to it, but this man seemed to have a certain tone behind it that made her feel like he wasn't trying to demean her. It could have been part his southern drawl, but it wasn't like Harris Doyle's who seemed to use the sentiments threateningly. This man seemed like he was pleading with her not to use her powers on him. He seemed like the type of man that taught his daughters and granddaughters how to fight and shoot just so they can beat any man's ass who tried to undermine them.

"Liv," she heard from behind her causing her to turn instinctively giving Jake a clear view of the secret phone in her hand. He just stared at her before nodding to the phone. "Who is that?"

"I don't know," she told him. "Who are you?" The man told her his name. "It's Max."

Again he just stared at her for a moment knowing he was in for an argument. "Give me the phone," he said as she stood up prepared to argue with him. Adeline was still safely secured in one arm.

"Is this who you were going to meet?" she asked him.

"Liv, give me the phone," he repeated.

"Why won't you tell me what's going on?" she yelled at him.

"Why," he started a little bit too loudly causing Adeline to jump, but thankfully she didn't start crying. They both noticed and started whispering harshly. "Why do you wanna know?"

"Because maybe I can help you," she told him.

"Maybe I don't want your help," he told her you, causing her to narrow her eyes as if she had just grown a shade angrier, "you ever thought of that?"

"Well you should, seeing as how you just left your super-secret spy phone on the couch for the one person who you didn't want to know about it to find," she told him causing his brow to furrow as she was mocking his old profession which they both knew was nothing to be mocked. She then held the phone further away to make sure the Max guy couldn't her. "Does this have anything to do with B6-13?"

"Why do you want to help so badly?" he questioned her still whispering. Usually they respected each other's work boundaries a little better than this.

"Because," she told him leaning into him a little more, "I don't want to have to explain to our daughter why her father isn't around and why I have to fly to a different part of the country every few years to collect another part of your body." She then threw the phone at his chest. He barely caught it. She then drew the baby closer to her chest and stalked down the hallway.

He shook his head before placing the phone to his ear. "Max?"

The older man started laughing immediately. "Ooowee," he said causing Jake to smile as it was clear the man had come straight from a Texas ranch. "You didn't lie boy. You finally met your match," the man continued laughing.

"How's it going Max? We still good for tonight?"

She walked into the living room her daughter cradled to her chest as there was another loud crack of thunder that rolled through the silence of the night. Which she figured was what had woke the child as she was sleeping better at night, and by better she meant about a five hour stretch. She let out a sigh as she sat on the couch and propped her knees up, settling the baby there so they were face to face. Jake still wasn't back and she had to admit she was starting to get a little worried. She began talking to the girl, telling her how she had missed her and how she much preferred to stay home with her than to go to work. Adeline smiled at her, something she had only started doing a couple of weeks ago. This caused Olivia's smile to widen.

"You are perfect baby," she told her. "And don't let anyone tell you that you're not." She offered the baby her finger and she took it. "And you are going to do great things. You may even rule the world one day, but only if you choose to because believe it or not there are actually more things to aspire to than running the world. Especially Mommy's world." Her mood became more somber as she thought back to all of the dark moments and the dark places her mind would immediately take her during the moments when she wished she was actually more human and the things that the people she had surrounded herself with had done and had become comfortable with. Like the time when she had that small ping of excitement for a split second when Jerry had died as she knew that meant that they would win the campaign. She was immediately overcome by sadness and grief, but that excitement that lasted less than a second still haunted her. She had voiced this to one of her friends and he had voiced back to her that he had almost let a church full of people get killed to achieve the same outcome that jerry had been murdered for. She sniffed back some tears as she heard the first rain drops begin to tap against her window. "No baby, Mommy's world isn't worth ruling. No matter how much I make it seem like it is, I want you to remember that. But you are going to be great, and happy, and loved, Bug. No matter what, remember that you are loved."

At this the baby let out a hearty coo, letting her mother know that she was glad for the effort of communication and that she wanted to take part. This caused Olivia to laugh, "That's right sweet girl." She continued talking to her daughter but tried to stay clear of the darker conversations. And the baby continued to coo in response.

It wasn't long before she heard someone at the door, soon after Jake walked into the living room, slightly damp due to rain that was gradually starting fall harder. He made eye contact with her when he first entered but then she avoided eye contact with him as she continued to play with the Adeline.

"Hey," he said, causing the baby's attention to shift as she briefly turned her head to the side where she had heard the voice. She quickly then turned back to her mother after not hearing her father's voice anymore.

"Hey," she replied still not looking at him.

"The rain wake her?"

"Yeah," she told him. He stared at her a little longer.

"You still mad at me?" She didn't answer.

He sighed and took off his jacket. Something was different between them that was for sure. It had been there ever since Adeline had been born but it was starting to become more blatantly obvious. Their boundaries had shifted, they had been blurred. It was no longer two separate people choosing to share parts of their lives with each other, it was more like the hearts he had given the baby, their lives intertwined now in places they never had before. And it seemed that Olivia had picked up on that before him.

"I don't understand why you can't at least just let me know what's going on," she told him. "Maybe I can help, or at the very least," she paused and swallowed thickly, "know where to start looking if you go missing again."

She turned back to the baby and picked her up from her lap placing a kiss on the side of her face and walking towards the hallway. He took a deep breath and blew it out. Okay, it wasn't often that Olivia made him feel like a jerk but since he had been released from supermax it had seemed to be happening more frequently. He figured it was partly due to the fact that he was still trying to figure out how to be a father to Adeline and a supportive partner of Olivia's without getting too close to her. That was a blurred line to begin with, throw in the fact that he was in love with her and that just made it ten times harder.

He followed her down the hall and into the nursery. He stopped at the door and watched as she laid the baby back down in her crib and tried to get her to settle down a little.

"Okay," he said causing her to look up at him.

She took a moment before nodding and replying with her own, "Okay." She then turned on the monitor taking the receiver with her and they both went back into the living room so they could talk.

A/N: Insomnia...sigh. Anyways, hope you enjoyed leave a review.