She pulled up in front of Elliot's house and this time she didn't bother to park down the block. She hadn't stopped to think about the fact that he wasn't ready to be a father again or that he wasn't sure he wanted a baby. All she could think about was that he told her to call him if she needed anything…and right now, she needed him more than anything else. She didn't know how he would react to the news she'd gotten, but she knew she couldn't deal with it by herself.

She looked at the clock on her dashboard and realized Elliot wouldn't even be home from work yet. She'd have to wait a half hour at least. She put her hand on her stomach, crying as she thought about what the genetic counselor had said on the phone. The baby could have a good life. There are specialists that can help. Most parents decide to keep the baby since it is not life threatening, but termination is still an option. Of course she was going to keep her baby. How dare the woman even suggest otherwise. She loved her baby, especially now when she knew her child needed her even more.

She jumped when she heard the light tapping at her window and turned to see Elliot standing there. She opened the door and climbed out. "Liv, what are you doing here?" he asked and then he saw her tears. "What's wrong?" he was afraid as she fell into his arms, sobbing.

"I got the results…of the CVS," she cried.

He closed his eyes, knowing the news wasn't good. "Let's get you inside," he whispered. "We can talk in the house." He guided her through the door of the house and into the living room, but she just stood there staring at him and he had to gently pull her down to sit on the couch. "Liv, what's wrong with the baby?"

Suddenly she was afraid to tell him. She needed him to comfort her, to tell her they were a family and they would be okay, but all she could think about was that he didn't really want this baby anyway. What if this was too much for him? What if he said he couldn't be this child's father? She couldn't take that right now. She just couldn't.

"Olivia?" he held her close, "Honey…it's okay. Just tell me."

"The baby has Down Syndrome," she cried. "I'm sorry…it's my fault…"

He closed his eyes and held her while she cried. He was heartbroken, but more for Olivia than for their baby. He'd never seen her so hurt, "This is not your fault. It just happens sometimes…"

"It's because I'm too old," she sobbed. "And now our baby has to suffer. The genetic counselor said the baby's Down Syndrome is why I've been so sick and so tired all the time…why my hCG levels are so high. She said the baby could have heart problems, hearing problems, muscle weakness, low IQ…"

"This baby is going to be okay, Liv," he promised. "Those things are all possibilities…not guarantees…and they can all be treated. He's going to have parents who love him...and that's the most important thing. He's our little blessing."

"She…" Olivia looked up and him, her eyes red and swollen.

"She?" he asked.

She nodded, "It's a girl."

"Our little girl," he smiled, resting his hand on her stomach. "She is our little blessing…and I love her…"

"I do too," she put her hand on top of his. "But I'm scared for her…people are going to treat her differently. I don't want that."

"She's special, Liv," he smiled. "She deserves to be treated differently…"

"You know what I mean," she sighed. "I don't want her to feel different."

"She's going to feel loved," he promised.

"What if she needs us to take care of her?" Olivia asked. "When she's grown up? El…we're not going to be here forever."

"Liv, we can't think about that right now," he sighed. "We don't know what she'll be able to do or not do. She has her whole life ahead of her. Besides, this baby has brothers and sisters who will be there for her, even when we're not…I know that. They are going to love her just as much as we do." He smiled. "Maybe she's just the one to bring us all together."

"Do you really think so?" she asked.

He nodded, "Yeah…I really do." And he did. Maybe he hadn't been the best father over the years, but he had another chance and he wasn't going to mess it up. Not just with this new baby girl, but with his other kids as well. They all deserved it.

"I know you didn't want me to have the genetics test," Olivia sighed. "I'm sorry…if I hadn't done it…"

"It's okay," he whispered. "I'm glad we know. I really am. Now we have time to prepare for her…to read up on Down Syndrome…find out if there are things we can do to help her have a better life. It was the right thing to do, Liv. You were right about that…I'm sorry I was so terrible about it."

"Are we going to be okay?" she asked sadly. "Because I can't handle it if you decide you don't want this, El. I just can't face that again."

"I love you," he leaned in and kissed her. "And I love our daughter. I'm afraid…I'm not going to lie about that. This is scary…but I'm not going anywhere. We can do this, Liv. I know we can." She was overcome with exhaustion, fear, and grief…so much so that she couldn't sit up anymore. She put her head in his lap and curled her legs up on the couch. He ran his fingers through her hair and wiped away the tears that were staining her cheeks. "We can do this…" he whispered once more, and for the first time, he really believed it.