25. There's like, well, not a lot of plot here…but, whatev…#Tuckson fluff is plot enough I suppose.

"Ok, Fin, gimme thirty minutes and I'll be there."

Olivia partially kicked off the covers and lay flat on her back for a few seconds, blinking rapidly at the dark ceiling, trying to fully come into consciousness before getting out of bed. Beside her, Ed was asleep on his stomach, his face smashed into the pillow. With his lips pursed and partially open and his face relaxed, he reminded her of Noah—so peaceful and innocent. Many times Ed's and Noah's expressions resembled one another which, of course, in Noah's case, was learned. Briefly, she allowed herself to wonder what their biological child would have looked like had they met sooner, and she absorbed a flutter of regret that that hadn't been the case. At any rate, with his brown hair and blue eyes, Olivia-Ed offspring probably would have closely resembled Noah.

"Ed," she whispered, not really wanting to wake him up but knowing he'd be annoyed if she didn't.

Only his lips moved.

"Ed, I have to go, gotta call."

"Mmmhmmm," he droned, blindly reaching for her.

She caught his hand. "See you later, ok?"

He nodded into the pillow and slurred something incomprehensible. Olivia assumed he was falling back asleep so she slung her legs over the side of the mattress.

"Mmmmmm," Ed whined insistently.

Olivia smiled, "What?"

"Kiss," he mumbled, sticking his lips out to meet hers.

She planted a smooch on him and his eyes shot open. "Careful, Lieutenant."

"I haveta go."

He pawed at her again, "Then don't kiss me like that."

"I'm sorry," Olivia stood up and stretched.

"Don't be." Ed's eyes fluttered closed and he nestled back into the pillow.

Used to middle-of-the-night wakeup calls, Olivia expedited her hair and makeup routine and, assuming Ed was back asleep, tiptoed out of the bedroom.

"Liv?"

"Yeah?" She stuck her head back in the room.

"Love you."

"Love you, too. See you tonight."

"I can't wait."

…

Olivia and the squad worked through the night and into the early morning hours on the case—a date rape reported by a Hudson University student. When they hit a brick wall, Olivia sent Fin and Carisi home to get some rest, and she and Rollins reviewed the evidence they'd collected so far, which wasn't much.

"We need that surveillance footage," Rollins muttered, annoyed with Hudson's administration dragging its feet. "I'm gonna go sit outside their offices until somebody gives it up."

Olivia nodded, "Okay. Good luck."

Rollins hit the desk with her fist, "I'm not comin' back without it."

Olivia yawned and spun around in her chair, thinking some sunlight would help wake her up. She'd had too much coffee and felt jittery in addition to being weighed down by the three a.m. wake up call.

"You alone, Lieutenant?"

She spun back around. Ed was in the doorway, smirking at her.

"Why are you dressed like that?"

Ed looked down at his attire—khakis and a black polo shirt. "I'm going to play golf. Cole had a foursome lined up and one guy canceled so he called me."

"Golf? You play golf?"

"I did…haven't played in at least two years, but, yeah. Cole knows I'll be rusty."

"Do you have clubs?"

"Sure, you've seen them, they're in our storage."

"They are?"

Ed furrowed his brow, "Lieutenant, I expected you to know every nook and cranny of that space. Sure. They're in there. Stuck in a corner, so I'll haveta go dig them out."

Olivia didn't feel like conjuring a visual image of the building's basement, so she took his word for it. "Okay, well, good luck. Have fun…it looks gorgeous out there."

"It is. But not," Ed added, "As gorgeous as you." Olivia blushed and Ed dropped a deli bag on her desk, "I didn't bring coffee 'cause I figured you'd already had gallons. But there's a bagel and a muffin in there. You gotta be hungry."

Olivia dug into the bag, "You are so sweet."

"Um, thank you?"

"Oh, sorry, thank you."

"No, Lieutenant, that's not what I meant," Ed walked around the desk, bent down, and, right before he kissed her, whispered, "Like this morning."

Olivia replicated the earlier kiss and smiled, still touching his lips. "There," she cooed, "Thank you."

"One more."

She obliged.

"We're goin' to some course on Staten Island. I gotta go, Cole's picking me up in fifteen minutes."

"You're going to be late."

"I had to see my wife." Ed winked as he started to leave, "But now I'm kinda disappointed…I didn't know the place would be vacant." His eyes darted around mischievously before settling on the sofa, "One of these days…" he murmured, smirking devilishly.

"We'll see, Captain."

"That's not a no," he pointed out smugly.

"No," Olivia replied, smiling at him and feeling her cheeks get hot, "It certainly is not."

…

"Hey, Lieu, you mind if I call it a night?"

With the exception of his three-hour break earlier in the day, Carisi had been working nearly seventy-two straight hours so Olivia waved him away. "Have a good night."

"If I skip another dinner with Brooke, she may kick me to the curb," he added.

"Well, you better go, then," Olivia said with fake concern, "We all know how Captain Tucker can get…imagine when someone cancels too many dinners with his daughter."

He grinned. "What about you? You've been here since four."

"You know what? You're right. And it'll be nice to get Noah a little early." Olivia hastily grabbed her purse and decided to leave everything else where it was on her desk. She walked out with Carisi, leaving the unit in Rollins' care for the night.

"So, does Tucker usually pick up Noah these days?" Carisi asked, making small talk.

"He does," Olivia replied, "His schedule is significantly more structured than mine."

"Yeah. I don't know how parents do it. My sisters? It always seems like they're shuffling kids back and forth."

"That's tough. Lucky…we have Lucy still and Brooke and Sarah if we need them."

"You walking the whole way?" Carisi asked.

"I think so," Olivia replied, "It's such a nice day. I'll stop at the park with Noah on the way home. Ed's playing golf...he's probably still over on your old stomping grounds."

"Staten Island?"

"Yep."

" Alotta good courses over there."

"You golf?"

"I have."

"Well, if Ed gets hooked, maybe you two can play sometime."

"Yeah…hey!" Carisi almost jumped with excitement, "Why don't you and Noah join us for dinner? It'll be fun!"

Olivia cocked her head and gave Carisi a motherly grin, "You and Brooke should probably be alone…especially if you've had to cancel a few times?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, good point," he conceded sheepishly, "Phew, almost screwed somethin' up big time, huh?"

"No, not big time." Olivia patted his arm, "You're a good guy, Carisi. You're always trying to make people happy. I appreciate that. But, you know, sometimes you have to prioritize."

"Did Brooke say somethin' to you?"

Carisi looked hurt.

"No, no, nothing like that. Just some friendly advice."

"Thanks Lieutenant."

"Anytime."

At the next corner, Carisi veered in the opposite direction. "I gotta go home and change," he explained, "I've been in this suit for two days."

At first, Olivia assumed he was exaggerating, but there was no hint of playfulness in his expression. "Good idea," she said.

"Tell Captain Tucker hello for me!"

"Will do."

….

Olivia was looking down at her phone reading a text message when she almost ran into someone coming out of Noah's daycare. She sidestepped the person, looked up, and noticed it was Miss Melia.

"Amelia," she said sweetly, holding out her hand, "Hey, Olivia Benson. I'm Noah's mom."

"Oh! Hello! We've met before, right?"

"We have. Noah just loves you, and he loves speaking Spanish. Thank you for working with him."

"Oh, he's a doll. I love him too." She clasped her hands over her heart.

"Listen," Olivia quickly sized up the young woman but sensed no distress, "Is everything okay? I heard a rumor you might be leaving."

Amelia swatted her hand around in the air, "Oh, no…just a mix up with my address. It's nothing. We cleared it up."

"Oh good," Olivia replied with obvious relief, "Good to hear."

Amelia's face fell slightly, "I am starting classes in the fall, so I'll have to cut back on hours."

"Well, that's better than not having you here at all."

She smiled gratefully, "Eventually, I want to be a Kindergarten or early elementary teacher. I love teaching these little ones!"

"Noah's sister Brooke, she picks him up sometimes, she's a teacher. Middle school. If you ever need…advice…anything, let me know and I'll put you in touch with her."

"Thank you so much!"

Amelia rushed off toward the subway and Olivia went to fetch Noah, thankful the vicious woman at soccer practice was spreading partially inaccurate information.

…..

"Where Daddy?"

Olivia carefully portioned chicken, rice, and carrots onto Noah's plate and handed him his child-sized utensils. She and her son ate dinner at the island where they shared most of their informal meals.

"Playing golf."

The sun was setting and the more accurate answer was drinking beer with his old IAB buddies, but Noah didn't need to know that.

"Golf?"

"Yep," Olivia pulled up a picture on her phone, "This is golf."

"Ohhhh." Wheels turned in Noah's head and she wondered if he would soon request to play that sport, too. Noah gobbled his dinner quickly, even the carrots which he usually only touched after being prompted or bribed.

"You're hungry today, sweet boy."

"Uh-huh."

"Probably because you didn't have a hot dog or pizza after school."

Noah peered at his mother. "Nope," he replied, slyly giving up only the necessary information.

Olivia laughed and changed the subject. "Did you speak Spanish with Miss Melia today?

"Uh-huh."

"Whadja learn?"

Noah pointed to his head, "Cabeza." Then he held out his hand. "Mano."

"Wow! That's great!"

"Miss Melia say, muy Bueno!"

"Well, muy Bueno then!" Olivia grinned at Noah. "Do you want more?"

"No, fanks."

"Very polite. I love that, Noah. Do you say please and thank you at school with your teachers and your friends?"

"Uh-huh."

"Good."

"Well, let's have a cookie and…what do you want to do until bath time?"

"Play trains."

Olivia and Noah raced trains for a while, and Noah requested and received some extra time to draw another picture of "Mahattan" on the iPad app. He situated his beanbag in the living room facing the windows and worked on his project while Olivia half-watched reruns and paged through a magazine. She tucked Noah in a half hour past his bedtime, and Ed still wasn't home.

"I want Daddy," Noah said weakly as Olivia kissed him goodnight.

"I'll tell him to kiss you when he gets home, okay?"

"Kay."

Olivia made sure the nightlight was on and closed the bedroom door. Ed's last text reported he was on his way back to Manhattan, but he also said he and Cole were planning on a nightcap. Not wanting so be overbearing and knowing Ed rarely had nights out with friends, Olivia told him to have a good time.

He'd apparently taken the suggestion to heart, because when Ed stumbled in at half-past eleven, he'd clearly had his share of fun.

"Hey baby," he slurred. Olivia was stretched out on the couch and he knocked the coffee table as he made his way to her side and did his best to wedge himself between her and the back cushions, "Mmmmm, you smell so good."

"You smell like beer."

"We had a few beers," Ed admitted and buried his face in Olivia's damp hair, "You took a shower without me."

"Yeah, I did." Olivia craned her neck to look at him all pouty with droopy eyes. "How'd ya golf?"

"I was not the worst," Ed reported proudly. "Not the best either. But…at least I beat Dodds."

"Chief Dodds?"

"Yep, that's the one."

"I thought it was IAB people."

"Me too, but, we pull up to the course, and there's that asshole on the practice green."

"He's not an asshole."

"Liv," Ed adjusted his body so he could look her in the eye, "Any man who wants you other than me is an asshole."

A burst of laughter caused their heads to knock together. "Dodds does not want me."

"Sure he does. You shoulda heard him. All complimimentary of you."

"You mean com-pli-men-tary?"

"ThatswhatIsaid."

"Well, trust me, he doesn't want me."

Ed finally completed the mission to fully drape his body over Olivia's. He managed to get her on her back and he rested his elbows just over her shoulders. When he spoke he was only millimeters from her face and Olivia got the full aroma of beer and bourbon but, surprisingly, no cigarettes. "I do trust you," he said seriously.

"I trust you, too."

"Dodds said, 'Benson's one of the best officers we have…and this sonofabitch', meaning me, 'is married to her'!"

Ed reminded Olivia of Noah parroting everything that happened at day care.

"Now tell me," Ed smoothed Olivia's hair back as gracefully as he could. Olivia's forehead stretched in response to his caress, "Am I a sonofabitch?" He cocked his head, genuinely curious.

Olivia was biting her lip, trying not to laugh. "No…you're not. You're a little drunk…but you're not a sonofabitch." Ed fell onto her, supporting very little of his own weight. "You alright?"

"Very comfortable."

"Can I help you get in bed?"

Ed raised his head again, this time, he leered at her, "You, Olivia Margaret Benson and now Tucker can help me get in bed any time you want." Suddenly remembering another detail, he shoved his left hand in her face, "Lookit this."

"What am I looking at?"

"This."

Upon closer examination she noticed the skin around his wedding band was red and irritated. "What happened?"

"I didn't wanna take it off."

She slid the ring upward toward the fingertip. The skin was broken and blistery, so she removed the ring and put it on the coffee table. "Ed, that looks like it must've hurt you all day."

"Nah," he replied dismissively, "I didn't wanna take it off, thought I'd lose it."

As a wife, Olivia probably should've been annoyed. In fact, most wives probably would have been upset with a husband who'd drank all day and most of the night and came home in a stupor. But this was not a regular occurrence and alcohol made Ed even more lovey and clingey; it was difficult to be angry with him.

"Well, let's leave it off for tonight. C'mon," Olivia pushed him off her and he staggered into a standing position. "Let's put something on your finger and go to bed."

"Yes, Ma'am. Anything you say, Lieutenant."

"Thank you."

"Lieutenant?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Nobody will ever love you more than I love you."

"I know."

"Not even Dodds."

Olivia guffawed, "Stopppp." She shoved him on the bed and he flopped down on his back.

Struggling to get up again, Ed muttered, "I didn't say goodnight to Noah."

"Probably better that you skip it for tonight." Olivia put a hand on his chest. "Stay here, I'll get something for your finger."

"Then I'm gonna show you how much I love you."

"Okay," Olivia agreed doubtfully and disappeared into the bathroom.

Sure enough, when she returned with the Neosporin, Ed was fast asleep.

…

After a spate of mild, sunny spring weather, thunderstorms began attacking New York with a fury the next morning, engulfing Manhattan in torrential downpours and ushering in a drastic drop in temperature. Aggravated, Brooke yanked her winter parka from the hall closet as she prepared to leave early the next morning. Carisi and Sarah watched gleefully from the kitchen island. They both leisurely sipped coffee. Brooke had to be at her school a full two hours before the cop and the accountant had to report to their respective work sites.

"When you get your new job, you'll get to sleep in!" Sarah pointed out.

Her sister's encouragement only further nettled Brooke, "Not really. School starts early. And what are you doing up anyway? And also, shut up. Both of you."

"Hey!" Carisi exclaimed, acting wounded, "What'd I do?"

Brooke finally extricated the coat. She tossed it and her umbrella on the coffee table and sat to put on her boots, "You're smiling."

Sarah came to his defense. "He's always smiling. And anyway, I'm going in early."

"That's odd."

"I don't want to get fired."

"Yeah," Brooke snickered, "You can't afford Louboutins on welfare."

"I can't really afford them with my current salary."

Sonny shook his head in disbelief, "Women and shoes. I don't get it. I have two pairs. Black and brown. That's all ya need. And sneakers of course, but, you know what? I hardly ever wear them."

Brooke thought about Sonny's footwear. "I've never seen you in sneakers and I've never seen them in your apartment."

"They're in the closet."

"They are?" Brooke didn't necessarily consider Sonny a neat freak.

"Sure. I'll show 'em to ya tonight."

Sarah leaned forward, "Ooooo, what are you doing tonight?"

"After I pick up Noah," Brooke's voice was strained as she bundled up. Carisi, ever the gentleman, helped her with the coat, "Well, we were going to go to the park, but I'll end up taking him home. Dad's usually home between five and six, so, we can make a seven or eight o'clock movie?"

"What are you seeing?"

"The new Tarantino flick," Sonny said, "I've been dying to see it. And I'm not working tonight. Any case comes in? I'm passing it off." He made a whooshing noise.

Brooke narrowed her eyes, "Aren't you still low man on the totem pole?"

"Kinda, yeah," He moved closer to Brooke, "But there're certain perks to dating the boss's stepdaughter."

"I see," Brooke replied flirtatiously.

Sarah giggled, "Oh, you two, you're so cute. More coffee, Sonny?"

Carisi shook his head. "Nah, I need to go home. Brooke, hang on a sec, I'll walk out with you." He hustled to the bedroom to retrieve his wallet and jacket.

Sarah poured the rest of the coffee into her mug and twirled around the kitchen with a silly grin on her face.

"What?" Brooke hissed.

"Oh nothing," she cooed whimsically, "If I can't have a man right now, I'm just glad you have one. It's cute to see you all flirty."

"I learned it from you."

"That's what little sisters are for."

….

Tucker arrived at the District Attorney's office later that afternoon for a meeting with the ADA and a few members of the Twentieth precinct which was under fire after one of their novice detectives let slip in open court that the man they'd arrested for a string of home invasions had a very thick, but sealed, juvenile court file. The judge ruled the extemporaneous testimony was innocuous enough so as not to taint the jury and the trial proceeded, but the DA wanted Tucker in on all discussions because a guilty verdict would certainly require a second look.

He took a seat near the window and tried to focus as the detectives and the lawyers hashed out the error and negated it with the piles of evidence they'd gathered—all pointing to the suspect's guilt. After they finished their presentation, everyone looked at Tucker expectantly.

"Didja offer a plea?" He asked the ADA.

"Of course."

"I can't believe they didn't take it." Tucker's IAB senses kicked in, and he couldn't help but wonder if the detective had let the information slip on purpose.

"Me neither."

Tucker shrugged, "Looks in order to me, but, send me whatever you can so I have it on file. We'll need to take a closer look if they convict him." He turned to the ADA, "Send me the juror profiles, too."

"Will do."

The precinct's Captain stared curiously at Tucker as everyone shoved papers back into their respective folders. "Did I see you at the DeWitt Clinton fields Saturday morning?"

"You did," Tucker replied, trying not to look too proud.

"I thought that was you. Didn't recognize you without the suit."

"Yeah," Tucker chuckled politely, "My version of incognito. Usually works."

"How old's your boy?"

"Three, four in December. Yours?"

"Little girl. Same age. We'll probably play your team at some point. How'd you do last weekend?"

"Tie," Tucker replied, desperately wanting to find some way to add Noah had scored a goal, "Woulda won, but, we scored on our own goal right at the end."

The other man smiled, "Common. Actually, more common to do that than to actually kick it the right way. It's a real good program, though. My older daughter went all the way through and she's a pretty tough middle school player."

"I've been impressed so far. The coaches are really good with the kids." Tucker checked his watch, "Speaking of kids, I have to get mine from day care before they call my wife. Good talkin' to you."

Tucker was in his car and driving in the direction of the day care when he remembered Brooke was picking up Noah. She hadn't spent much one-on-one time with him lately and was missing their after school pizza dates. With no need to go back to the office and his wife and two children occupied, Ed decided to see what Sarah was up to.

She immediately replied to his text.

Can I be honest?

Ed had asked her what she was doing. He replied that honest was appreciated.

Having a drink with my team.

Alright. Was wondering if you wanted to meet for a drink or coffee. No problem. Ed wanted Sarah to understand that nobody was expected her to swear off alcohol altogether. At least, not now.

I'll leave and meet you wherever.

Ed texted her his preferred location—a favorite dive halfway between their apartments. She replied that she was paying and would be there shortly. Ed kneaded the steering wheel as he drove, hoping he wasn't sending the wrong message by meeting Sarah for drinks. One consolation was that they wouldn't be out for long. He wanted to see his family and he was still feeling the effects of yesterday's golf course beer binge.

…

"Brookey you teached da big kids today?" Noah spoke with his mouthful. Pizza sauce had already formed a circle around his mouth and Brooke decided to clean everything up after they ate rather than dab at his mouth between each bite.

"Yep. I still have your drawing and I look at it every day."

"I draw 'nuvver one."

"Whatcha gonna draw?"

Noah chewed thoughtfully. "Park. Wiff sides and swings!"

"Oh wow! That will be a good drawing!" Brooke took a swig from her soda and gazed pleasantly at Noah as he devoured his cheese pizza slice. His plaid shirt had hints of red in it, so it didn't show his spills as conspicuously as another color would have. Brooke had never seen Ed or Olivia put a bib on Noah, but it seemed like he was extra messy whenever he ate with her. "Did you have fun at school today?" She asked.

"Uh-huh."

"Did you speak Spanish?"

"No, Miss Melia not dere."

"Oh. Well, did anyone get in trouble?"

Noah giggled, "Uh-huh. Ben did! Ben frew bocks!"

"Uh-oh."

"Uh-huh, and Allie chased."

"You're not allowed to chase?"

Noah stopped eating and looked seriously at Brooke. "No chasing, Brookey."

"Why not?"

"Running for outside."

"Oh." Noah finished the slice he was working on and gnawed at the crust. "You want another slice? Or you want dessert now?"

"D'sert."

"Then we'll go home and watch a movie or something. Or we'll draw. It's still raining like crazy."

"I have fwog umber-ella."

"Where?"

"In my room."

"Why didn't you bring it?"

Noah shrugged.

"Didn't you need it this morning?"

"Uh-uh."

"You walked in the rain?"

"No. Daddy drived da car."

"Well, good thing I have my umbrella then!"

Noah grinned at her. "Good fing!"

…

"Daddy, what took you so long? I thought I was at the wrong place!"

Ed leaned against the corner of the pockmarked bar, "Sorry, couldn't find a parking spot."

"You can park anywhere you want."

"I still couldn't find one."

Sarah giggled. "I just love this city."

"Yeah me too. You coulda at least ordered me a drink." Ed faked exasperation and then smirked lovingly at his daughter who waved over the bartender and ordered Ed's bourbon. "I can't stay long," he said, "I was out late last night."

"By yourself?"

"No, with Cole."

"I loooove Cole," Sarah gushed.

"You don't even know him."

"I've met him. He reminds me of you. All IABish."

"IABish?"

"Yep," Sarah clinked glasses with Ed, "Very serious. What's the word? Staid. You two are perfect for each other."

Ed rolled his eyes and took a seat. Sarah noticed him grimace.

"What's wrong?"

"Played golf yesterday afternoon. I'm sore."

"You golf?"

Laughing, Ed replied, "That's what Liv said. Yes, I used to play a lot actually."

"Didja win? Golf you want to get a low score right?"

"Right. And no. Cole's new partner won."

"You'll get 'em next time."

"Yeah, so, whatcha got goin' on tonight?"

Sarah shrugged and told him she had plenty of work to catch up on but would probably end up in her bed watching television for a while before she tackled it. The day was conducive to laziness. They had one last round before Ed called it a night and offered to drive her home. Sarah accepted at first, but when they emerged from the dimly lit bar, the skies had cleared and she decided to walk.

"It'll be good to move a little bit," she insisted.

Ed hoped she was headed for home rather than another pub, but he didn't want to make a big deal out of his doubts. Sarah seemed genuinely shaken and remorseful after last weekend's drunken outburst, so he casually side-hugged her and reminded her about Noah's game on Saturday.

"Only that little doll could get me out of bed that early on a weekend."

"Try to wear some better shoes this time, will ya?"

"No way," Sarah retorted. "Those are now my lucky soccer boots."

…

Olivia tested the bathwater with her index finger and adjusted the knobs slightly before twisting the drain stopper and adding the mint bubble bath. She tuned Pandora to a smooth jazz station and was about to call for Ed when he appeared, twisting and stretching, trying to work out the kinks in his sore torso and neck.

"Ohhhh, poor thing," Olivia said, oozing with sympathy, "C'mere." She tugged at his shirt and got to work on the buttons.

He planted kisses across her forehead, "You're too good to me."

"I like to think we're good to each other." She slid his shirt from his body and gently threaded his arms through the sleeves of his undershirt before carefully lifting it over his head.

"Sorry 'bout last night," he muttered shamefully.

With a gracious smile, Olivia replied, "Thank you, but you don't have to apologize. Were you tired today?" She had left the apartment early that morning and had only kissed Ed goodbye before leaving with Noah.

"Yeah," he admitted, "But, good thing I was drinking beer most of the day. Saved the bourbon for last."

"Did you smoke?"

"Nope."

"I didn't think so." Olivia gave his pecs one final massage and let her hands fall to his waistband. She fumbled with his pants with one hand and leaned over to turn on the jets. "Let's see what we can do about those muscles."

Ed gaped as she quickly stripped and eased into the tub.

"C'mon," she motioned to him with one hand and cocked an eyebrow.

She didn't have to ask twice.

Ed settled into the water in front of her and Olivia wrapped her legs around him. Her hands traveled back and forth from his neck to shoulders and then back again, massaging in little circles, until Ed leaned completely back against her.

"God, that felt so good. You feel so good."

"Mmmm," Olivia droned, kissing the side of his head. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Liv."

"You wanna get dried off and watch a movie?"

Ed leaned farther back to kiss Olivia on the mouth, "In bed?"

"Sure."

"I don't know how I'll make it through the whole thing."

"You're that tired?"

Ed rolled over, splashing water over the sides of the tub and into Olivia's face. He chuckled as he kissed her.

"No. I want you that much."

….

#Tuckson