Olivia and Rafael had Noah between them on the couch.

"It's fun to have Sundays with Uncle Rafa and learning Spanish with him, huh?" Olivia asked.

Noah nodded. "It's the best! Especially when you give us ice cream."

"That's my favorite part, too," Barba added conspiratorially.

Olivia chuckled. She ran her hand through Noah's curls. "Remember what you told me about the robots?"

Noah grinned and looked at his Uncle Rafa. "You do them the best."

"Well, that must be because you make it so fun," Barba bounced the praise back.

Olivia smiled. They melted her heart. "And right before that?"

Noah shrugged.

"You asked about the movie," Olivia promoted.

"Oh!" Noah remembered. "I said I like Uncle Rafa."

Olivia nodded. "And I'm going to tell you something, Noah… Mommy likes Uncle Rafa, too. A lot."

"You mean in the grown up way?" Noah asked.

Olivia laughed softly. "Yes, Noah."

Noah looked at Rafael again. "Does that mean you'll be here even more, Uncle Rafa?"

Barba smiled at the boy. "I sure hope so," he answered genuinely. "If that's okay with you."

Noah looked confused. "Mommy's the boss."

Barba chuckled. "That's right. You'd be wise to always remember that." He hugged him, amused by the fact he was so innocent he didn't understand the importance of his approval.

Noah wasn't done with his questions, though. "Are you gonna get married?"

The adults looked at him, at each other, and back at him, stunned.

"Sure," Olivia answered when she found her voice. "Someday."

And then all Noah cared about was his toys, as if he hadn't just asked a bombshell of a question. The undercurrent of tension lasted until he was put to bed and the couple could finally be alone.

"What?" Olivia was positively melting under his gaze.

"You said, 'sure'."

"I'm lucky I could speak at all."

"Olivia…" He took both her hands in his own. "Just tell me if you meant it. Not for right this moment. But for that someday I might find myself with a ring, between now and eighty."

Olivia shivered. He was always so good at letting her know exactly what he wanted without making it a requirement. She always had a choice, and they always mattered. She couldn't possibly imagine a future without the man before her that was better than one with him. And whatever she said, she knew he would remain at her side. She also knew she had always been the one to have that particular advantage. She looked into those passionate, emotional eyes, "Of course I meant it, Rafael."

Their lips met in tender passion. Gently, Olivia tugged him to the bed. Barba wasn't expecting her next words, "Noah's been sleeping through the night. Do you think you can be quiet?"

"Are you sure?" Surely his place would be better suited.

"More than anything."

He wasn't going to argue. Especially not when she tugged him atop her and started popping the buttons of his shirt open.

There was one more moment to check, once they were both fully nude. He caressed her cheek. "You're certain, Liv?"

"Please, Rafa," Olivia begged. "I am consenting as enthusiastically as I possibly can."

He didn't keep her waiting. He eased into her gently, and soon her legs were hooked around his waist. Their lips locked together to muffle any sounds as best as possible, but sighs and soft moans still escaped. They didn't rush things, their rhythm languid until climax was within reach and the urgency for release spurned them on. When they reached it, they cried out into their mouths and held onto each other for the ride. After, they panted together softly for breath.

Olivia looked at him, caressing his cheek when she had the strength to move. "I noticed."

"What did you notice?"

"You didn't use a condom."

Rafael's smile was boyish. "No, I didn't. We'll see what happens."

Olivia deeply appreciated the gesture although she knew how slim the chances were. "Once more for luck?"

Rafael kissed her softly. "Give me five minutes."