Since I may not have as much time to post during the week, I wanted to make sure to give you all one more chapter before the weekend is over. Thanks again for the fantastic reviews! They are motivation to continue this story and I appreciate every single one. :)

"Noah's asleep," Elliot said as he climbed into bed next to Olivia. "I thought he'd never close his eyes," he yawned. "He wants you…"

"I know," Olivia said sadly. "I miss tucking him in. I won't get to do it again until after the baby's born."

He ran his hand over her stomach and smiled, "She'll be here before we know it," he reminded her.

"I just hope she waits," Olivia put her hand on his, feeling the warmth of his skin against her own. "I'm doing the best I can to keep her safe…but I'm so scared she's going to come too soon."

"She's going to come when she's ready," Elliot smiled. "We just have to follow her lead. She'll be okay…I know that."

"If I thought for sure that she'd be okay…I'd really want her to go ahead and make her grand entrance into the world…right now," Olivia closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath. "I can't even breathe and I'm just laying here."

"I'm sorry you feel so rotten," Elliot kissed her softly on the lips and brushed her hair away from her face. "I know this pregnancy hasn't been easy…and I haven't been here to help you like I should have…"

"You're here," she said. "You were there early on to hold my hair while I puked for months, and you're here now when I'm so big I can't even roll myself over on the bed. I'm sad you missed the few short weeks where I actually felt decent. All you've been able to experience is me acting moody and looking like hell."

He laughed a little, "You don't look like hell. You look beautiful…"

"You…are a liar," she laughed. "And not a good one."

"I'm not lying," he leaned over, kissing her again and when he pulled away from the kiss he looked more serious. "Liv? I don't want to argue…so if what I'm about to say is going to upset you…just tell me to shut up and we'll forget about it."

"What?" she asked nervously.

"Why did you say you wanted to get married today…when we were talking to Judge Linden?" he asked. "We don't have to if you're not ready. If you felt pressured with her there watching…"

"No," Olivia insisted. "I said yes because I want to get married. Do you not want to?"

"Of course I want to," Elliot sighed. "I love you…but a few days ago you weren't even sure we could handle staying together…"

"No…that was you," Olivia argued. "You wanted to leave me…"

"No I didn't," Elliot answered. "I thought it would be better for you…but I believed you when you said you wanted me to stay. Liv…a few days ago you weren't sure we could do this. You were scared…remember?"

"I'm still scared," Olivia admitted.

"Then are you sure you're ready to get married right now?" Elliot asked. "I don't want us to make a mistake. I don't want you to regret marrying me."

"I want to marry you," Olivia said again.

"What made you decide to say yes so fast?" Elliot asked. "If you didn't feel pressured because the judge was there, then what made you say yes?"

"You did," Olivia said seriously. "When the social worker said she was going to take Noah…" she sniffled sadly, "You said if she let me keep him, you'd take your name off the adoption petition and hire someone to take care of us." She cried, "I've been so afraid…so worried that you weren't the same person you used to be…and maybe that was wrong and I was being unfair, but I couldn't stop myself from feeling like that. I tried…and I just couldn't. But when you said that…I knew. Things might be different on the surface, but you would give up everything for me and Noah, and you weren't going to let me lose him."

"I would never have let that woman take him, Liv," Elliot assured her. "If you lost him because of me, I'd never forgive myself."

"That's when I realized that I've been stupid. I know things are different, and I know sometimes you still get confused about things and that physically it's hard for you to get around, but inside…you're the man I've been in love with for most of my adult life…and I'm sorry I was blind to that before," Olivia said softly. "I'm so sorry…"

"Hey…" he held her close and let her cry. "I have to take some of the blame here. I haven't been fair either. I know I should have let people come and help us. And I know how hard this pregnancy has been, right from the beginning, but especially now…I should have made it okay for you to ask your friends to help us…and I never should have said I would move back to the house in Queens. I knew that would hurt you…and I said it anyway."

"I just want us to be okay," Olivia sighed. "I'm tired of not being okay. I want to get married and raise our two beautiful kids…and be happy."

"Well, I'm happy now," Elliot smiled. "Are you happy?" he brushed away her tears.

She nodded and forced a weak smile, "I am…" she laughed a little, "even though I'm crying…"

"Hormones…" Elliot teased.

"Shut up," she laughed, sniffling as she wiped away the last of her tears. "I'm a mess…"

"No…you're perfect," he smiled.

"I'm hungry…" she said uneasily.

"Really?" Elliot asked. "I've been fighting you to eat for a week now. You didn't even eat dinner."

"I know…" Olivia shrugged. "I was gagging the whole time I tried to drink the nutrition shake."

"Did you throw up?" Elliot asked. "You didn't tell me you were sick."

She shook her head, "No…I just couldn't get it down…but I feel like I could eat something now. Maybe the baby moved a little…or some of the fluid pushing on my stomach went down…I don't know…"

"Well what do you want to eat?" he asked.

"I don't know," Olivia grimaced. "I'm afraid whatever I eat will make me sick. I'm tired of being sick."

"I know you are," Elliot ran his hand over her stomach once more. "Why don't I go see what we have that would be gentle on your stomach…just in case you feel sick a couple of bites into it."

"You don't have to…" she started, but he climbed out of bed anyway and into his wheelchair.

"I'll be right back," he smiled, and she watched him leave.

She forced herself to sit up a little more in bed, trying to situate a pillow behind her back. She ran her hand over to stomach, whispering softly, "Please let me eat something without getting sick," she pleaded. "I just want to get back to normal."

Elliot came back in the room, holding up two of Noah's pudding cups and smiled, "So…chocolate or butterscotch?" He climbed back into bed and held them out toward her.

"Butterscotch," she smiled, reaching for it.

"Really?" he laughed, "Since when do you not choose chocolate?"

Olivia shrugged, "Maybe your daughter likes butterscotch," she laughed. "She never seems to care what I like." She took a spoon from him and quickly opened the container, dipping the spoon in the pudding. Then she watched as he fumbled with the top of the chocolate cup. His motor skills were still not strong enough to grasp the plastic and pull it away from the container. "Here…" she took it from him and opened it, handing it back to him.

"Thanks," he whispered, trying not to dwell on the fact that he couldn't do such a simple task for himself.

"You'll get there," she assured him. "It takes time…but I know you'll get there." She took a bite of her pudding and watched as he took a bite of his. "I think I want to taste the chocolate…" she laughed.

"Of course you do," he teased, holding it out to her while she dipped her spoon inside.

"They taste really good mixed together," she smiled. Then she held her container out so he could dip his spoon in hers.

"It's not bad," he said. "Noah's not gonna be happy that we are eating his snacks," he laughed.

"He won't mind," Olivia insisted. "He's sharing with his baby sister." Elliot watched as she continued to mix the two flavors on her spoon, taking eager bites and he was relieved she was actually eating something for a change. "Don't you want some?" she asked, noticing the containers were almost empty.

"Nah…I'm not hungry," he smiled. "You and the baby can have it."

She scooped out the last of the pudding, savoring the final bite, "Thanks…for taking care of us…"

"Always," Elliot put his arm around her and she leaned her head on his shoulder. "I have to take care of my two best girls…"

She laughed, and grabbed his hand, "Feel her…" she put his hand on her stomach and laughed when the baby shifted. "She loved the pudding…"

"I guess she did," he smiled. "I'm glad you can still feel her sometimes, Liv. I know it scared you when the doctor said the fluid might keep you from feeling her move when we already knew her movement would be limited. You deserve to be able to feel her move…all mothers should get to experience that."

"It's harder for her," Olivia said seriously, "So when she does start kicking like that…I'm proud of her. She's a fighter," she squeezed his hand, "Like her daddy."