Here is some more. Thanks to the couple of people who reviewed the last chapter. This one is just some sweet, family fluff. No drama :)

"Mama…" Noah squealed when they walked through the door. Olivia had ended up staying in the hospital for two days instead of just one, mainly because they couldn't regulate her blood pressure. It would go from low to high and then drop again, leaving her dizzy and lightheaded. Even now she felt unsteady on her feet, though the doctor has assured her it was because of increased blood volume due to the pregnancy and no longer because of her blood pressure. Still it was something they had to keep an eye on.

"He's missed you," Maureen smiled, handing the little boy to his mother, but when Olivia reached for him, Elliot grabbed him instead.

"You are not carrying him," he said seriously. "Let's get you to bed…"

"Mama…" the little boy pouted, his lower lip quivering. "Want Mama…"

"Elliot…" she looked at her son and she wanted to cry too. "I haven't seen him since New Year's Eve morning."

"Come on," he took her arm, guiding her into the bedroom and then helped her into bed arranging the pillows behind her back so she could sit up comfortably. Then he sat Noah in her lap and the little boy stopped crying. She leaned in, kissing her son and running her fingers through his dark hair. "Do you need anything?" Elliot asked. "I don't want you out of this bed today."

"Can you bring some of Noah's toys in here?" she asked.

"Sure," Elliot smiled.

He left them alone and Olivia smiled and played with her son, "I missed my favorite guy," she said, blowing bubbles on his tummy and the baby giggled. He climbed over her stomach, trying to reach her better, and it actually hurt a little so she picked him up and sat him beside her on the bed. "You're smooshing your little sister," she teased, and he smacked his hands playfully on her stomach, trying to get her to pick him up again. She smiled at him, grabbing his hand and holding it softly against her stomach, "Can you say baby, Noah?" she said softly. "Ba-by" He laughed and babbled random syllables that didn't sound like anything at all. "Ba-by" she said again.

"He's not interested in saying it," Elliot laughed when he came in, sitting on the bed and handing Noah his police car with the lights and sirens. The little boy started pushing the buttons, oblivious to anything else. Elliot ran his hand over her stomach, "He'll learn to say it," he promised.

"I'm scared he's going to be jealous," Olivia admitted. "I don't want him to feel like that. I want him to be excited."

"Liv, he's just a baby," Elliot sighed. "He'll be a little jealous at first, but we'll make sure he gets just as much love and attention as his sister and he'll be okay."

"I hope so," she smiled, watching her son play.

"Are you hungry?" Elliot asked. "I can get you a snack. You haven't eaten since breakfast at the hospital."

"Maybe," she sighed.

"What do you mean, maybe?" he laughed. "You're either hungry or you're not."

"Cravings suck," she smiled. "You always laugh at me."

He smiled, "What are you craving this time? Do I have to wander the city again looking for some off the wall restaurant?"

She laughed, "No…not this time."

"So what do you want?" he asked, rubbing his hand over her stomach once more.

"Peanut butter cookies…and cherry kool-aide," she laughed. "I don't even think you have to go to the store. I bought some the other day."

"That's a lot of sugar, Liv," he reminded her. "Might make the baby kind of hyper…"

"I hope it does," she smiled. "I want to feel her move and she hardly ever does. Besides, if I don't get those cookies, I'm gonna lose it. I want them so bad!"

"Alright," he leaned over and kissed her and then walked to the kitchen. When he came back, Olivia was rolling Noah's car across the bed and the little boy was rolling it back to her. Elliot came over, sitting on the bed and interrupting their game. He handed the glass to Olivia and she took a drink while he opened the package of cookies, handing her one. She dipped the cookie in the kool-aide, letting it soak up the sugary red liquid and then popped it in her mouth. "Oh geez," he laughed.

"It's good," she insisted.

"Mama…" Noah noticed her eating and slid over on the bed next to her. "Cookie…Mama…Cookie…"

"See what you've done now?" Elliot teased.

"He loves cookies," Olivia laughed.

"All kids do, Liv," he laughed.

"Cookie…" Noah turned his attention to Elliot who still had the package on his lap. He pulled himself up, standing unsteadily on the bed and wrapping his arms around Elliot's neck. "DaDa…Cookie…"

Olivia's eyes widened and she looked at Elliot in shock, "Did he just call you DaDa?" she asked.

Elliot picked up the baby, kissing him and sitting him on his lap, breaking a cookie in half and handing it to him, while Noah put it in his mouth, "I guess he did," he couldn't hold back his smile.

"When did he learn that?" she asked.

"Most kids say DaDa first, Liv," Elliot told her. "It's not hard to say."

"But he called you that," Olivia smiled. "He's never done that before."

"We've been practicing," Elliot winked at her. "If you want me to be his daddy, I figured he shouldn't call me Elliot…besides, he can't really say that anyway."

A smile spread across her face, "You are his daddy," she promised. "And as soon as I can get out of this bed, we're going to go talk to the judge about adding your name to the adoption petition."

"That sounds like a great idea," he leaned over, kissing her softly. Then he grabbed one of the cookies, dipping it in her kool-aide and popping it in his mouth. "Mmm…not bad," he admitted. "Don't tell me your cravings are rubbing off on me," he teased.

She laughed, "Let's hope not. We can't both gain thirty-some pounds over the next few months."

"I'll go put these up," he said, standing up from the bed. "Before Noah starts wanting more."

"Give me one more," she pleaded. "Before you put them up. I'm eating for two you know."

He laughed, "Yeah…it doesn't really work that way," but he handed her the cookie before he left the room.

Olivia ate the cookie, looking at her son who had slobbery wet crumbs on his face. So much had changed since the judge asked her to take custody of Noah…more than she could ever have imagined. "Your daddy is a good guy, Noah," she whispered and the little boy crawled over and sat in her lap, letting his head rest on the swell of her stomach.

Elliot walked in and climbed in bed next to them, putting his arms around Olivia, "He's gonna fall asleep," he said, "He's not gonna like laying that way in a few weeks when she starts kicking him," he laughed.

"Maybe we can teach him to say baby by then," she yawned.

"You are going to fall asleep with our son, aren't you?" he asked and she leaned her head on his shoulder. He looked at his little family and he felt blessed beyond measure. It was funny how life had a way of throwing things at you that you could never imagine wanting, just when you needed it most. And he needed this. Olivia, Noah, and this baby...they saved him from himself, in ways they'd probably never know. He looked at them, and he was in love as he closed his eyes and let himself fall asleep too.