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Sunday evening, Olivia opened the door and grinned at her little boy, safe and snug in Elliot's arms. The baby squealed with delight seeing her for the first time in a couple of days, "Mama…mama…mama…" he babbled in his sweet baby voice.

"Oh my big boy," she reached out and kissed him on the cheek. "I missed you so much!" She tried to grab him, but Elliot held him close.

"You can't carry him," he reminded her. "Go sit down and I'll bring him to you."

"It won't hurt for me to pick him up," she argued. "The three days are up tomorrow anyway."

"Go sit down," he insisted. "You shouldn't be up and around anyway. We're not going to risk this, Liv."

She sighed and walked over to the sofa, sitting carefully. Elliot brought the baby to her, placing him in her lap and she hugged him close. "I missed you so much," she said tearfully. "Mommy doesn't ever want you to leave again." The little boy pulled himself up on her and patted her face playfully. He'd recently started giving slobbery kisses and she smiled when he kissed her, leaving her face all wet. "My sweet boy," she hugged him closer and he continued to try to climb on her.

"Liv, don't let him climb all over you like that," Elliot said quickly. "You could get hurt."

She looked at him with frustration, "El, stop it," she argued. "He's not hurting me…or the baby. I missed my son, okay? I'm going to hold him and play with him." She sat Noah in her lap and tickled him playfully while he kicked and squealed happily.

Elliot was worried she'd wear herself out or that Noah would kick her too hard in the stomach, but he knew he couldn't say anything else without making her angry, so he didn't. "What do you want for dinner?" he asked.

"I don't care," Olivia barely answered him, she was so consumed with Noah. She kissed the baby once more and patted his back, while he started to calm down and leaned close to her.

"Maureen fed him before I brought him home," he told her. "He's probably ready for bed."

"No," Olivia shook her head. "I'm going to hold him until he falls asleep. I'm not putting him to bed yet."

"Alright," he sighed. "But you need to eat…what do you want for dinner?"

"I really don't care," she insisted. "I can make something," she offered.

"Really?" he asked. "You…are offering to cook? That's a first."

"I've gotten much better these past few years," she smiled. "Trust me."

"Well, I'll let you cook for me soon," he sat next to her and smiled. "But…not tonight. You are resting tonight." He looked at Noah who had fallen asleep in his mother's arms, "Liv, he's asleep. You should let me take him to his crib."

She shook her head, "No…I just want to hold him," her eyes were tearful. "I can't be away from him right now."

"Okay," he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "I understand. I'm gonna go cook dinner." He stood up and headed toward the kitchen, "Any foods that make you sick?" he asked. "I don't want to make you puke tonight."

She laughed, "Just your eggs. Otherwise I think we're good."

An hour later Noah was sleeping peacefully in his crib and Elliot and Olivia were sitting at the table eating spaghetti and garlic bread. "This is so good," she dipped her bread in the sauce and took a bite. "El…you have to stop giving me all this food. I am going to weigh a ton."

"You're not going to weigh a ton," he laughed, "You are barely showing. No one can even tell you're pregnant."

"But I can't stop eating," she sighed. "I ate all day today…well after I threw up a few times."

"The throwing up counteracts the eating," he grimaced. "Trust me…I'm surprised you haven't lost weight at this point. I've never seen someone as sick as you are with this pregnancy. I know you don't like it when I bring up Kathy, but she was never this sick."

"The doctor said my hGC levels are high, and that's why I am so sick," she put the last bite of bread in her mouth and chewed it quickly. "She said if she hadn't seen one baby on the ultrasound, she'd assume there were two."

"Why are your hormone levels so high?" he asked nervously.

She shrugged, "The doctor said it's probably because of my age…that when someone my age gets pregnant, the body doesn't know how to handle it…big surprise there right?"

"Liv, just because she says something is because of your age, doesn't mean you are too old. You know that, right? If you were too old, this couldn't have happened in the first place," he looked seriously at her. "When you told me that you thought you were pregnant before…with Cassidy…," he cringed. "You said the doctor told you that you couldn't have kids. She was wrong then…and she's wrong to be making you feel bad about this now. I want you to know that."

"I'm just scared," she felt tears sliding down her cheeks. "El…I want this baby to be perfect. I'm afraid I'm being selfish by having a baby now."

"This baby will be perfect," he promised her. "I know that…I believe it with all my heart. I don't want you to be scared anymore. Everything is going to be okay."

"You don't know that," she brushed away her tears. "But thanks for saying it." She yawned, "I'm exhausted…as usual," she sighed.

"Go to bed," he smiled. "I'll clean up and be in later. You need to get some sleep."

She stood up and he held her close, kissing her gently on the lips. "I wish I wasn't on pelvic rest for two weeks," she kissed him again. "These stupid hormones make me want a lot more than kissing."

He laughed and rolled his eyes, "Go to bed, Liv."

"Goodnight," she sighed as she walked toward the bedroom.

He cleaned off the table and sat the dishes in hot soapy water, thinking about everything she'd said and not knowing why he had promised her everything would be fine. He was pretty sure things were not fine, but he couldn't face that right now. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and then turned his full attention to the dishes. He was tired of thinking about life, so menial tasks seemed more promising at the moment.