DISCLAIMER: I own what does not already belong to Dick. And he still won't give me the other ones, as much as I beg him.

A/N: Wow... I can't believe how long it's been (I didn't quite realize it's been over a month). I'm sorry guys. I've gotten distracted. And I've gone into a drawing phase. So I am very, very, very sorry. Well... here's the next part finally. Enjoy!

She rocked side to side slowly, comforting the baby in her arms. She hummed softly to him as he drifted off to sleep. She smiled as she looked down at him, her hair swinging in her face.

Carefully, she lowered herself into the rocking chair in the corner of the room, continuing to rock the baby peacefully. She nuzzled his little face with the tip of her nose, smiling brightly. "You're so perfect, little Mickey," she said under her breath.

She twirled at his black hair and ran her fingers over his soft skin, falling in love with the child in her arms all over again.

Just then, a woman stepped close to her, kneeling down in front of her. She tucked her long, blond hair behind her ear and kissed the baby's forehead softly.

"Isn't he precious?" Kathleen asked her sister.

Maureen nodded. "What's his name?" she asked quietly.

"Michael. But we've all been calling him Mickey," Kathleen replied. "When did you get in?"

"Just now," Maureen said, her eyes still glued to the baby. "Where are dad and Liv?"

"Asleep." Kathleen smiled, seeing that her sister's attention was obviously occupied. "Do you want to hold him?"

Maureen's eyes shot back up to look at Kathleen. There was a brief silence before Maureen smiled and nodded. Carefully, Kathleen handed the baby to Maureen.

Tears came to her eyes as she smiled down at him. "He looks just like dad," she finally choked out.

"But it's always the eyes, isn't it?"

"Liv's?"

Kathleen nodded.

Several long, silent moments passed as Maureen admired her new baby brother. He was almost nine months old now, and it was the first time that Maureen had seen him. She took the first red-eye flight she could once her schedule had cleared. Sitting in this room at two in the morning and meeting her baby brother for the first time.

"How's Eli like him?" she finally asked, breaking the silence.

"Eli loves him," Kathleen chuckled.

"And Dickie and Lizzie, I assume…" Maureen trailed off in the middle of her sentence.

"Well, Dickie's not so fond of all the attention he's stealing," Kathleen joked.

"Oh, right… Dickie…" Maureen nodded playfully. "Don't you mean yourself?"

Kathleen sneered at her sister, who just smiled and looked back to Mickey.

"This is the way it's always supposed to have been… isn't it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Liv and dad… They were always supposed to end up… together," she stated.

Kathleen grinned, thinking about Olivia and Elliot. Her sister was right. Olivia had been there for him – for them – for as long as she could remember. She was his best friend, but it was so obvious that she was so much more. She'd been like a second mom to all of Elliot's kids; she always took such good care of them. And now… now she was a second mom to them.

Kathleen nodded in agreement with her sister. "Always."

Then Kathleen disappeared into her memories…

She thought about the many number of years ago, when she was little and her mom was too busy with the twins to help her and her father was caught on a case and gone for days on end, Olivia was always there. She helped her with her homework, and would then take her out for ice-cream. She always made sure somebody remembered her. Even when Kathleen was forgetting herself. It wasn't even a year ago, when Kathleen had gotten herself into a mountain of trouble, Olivia was there to take care of her. Her father was crumbling under the pressure, her mother was barely able to handle it. So it was Olivia that was the strong one, the one who made sure she was okay. It was always Olivia...

Their voices were low – hushed.

"Fuck you, Elliot!" she whispered harshly.

They fell silent as they heard the front door open and shut abruptly. "Maureen," Elliot whispered to himself.

It was a moment before either of them spoke again. "You have no idea what you're talking about, jackass," Olivia informed him, tears coming to her eyes.

"Then what? What is it?"

"Just forget it!" she said, louder this time. She yanked open the door and went rushing out of their house. Elliot sighed and ran his fingers through his hair before following after her.

She was halfway down the block as Elliot stepped outside. "Olivia!" he called after her. Right then, it started to rain – lightly at first, but got heavy quickly. A typical New York rain storm. "Of course it is," Elliot sighed to himself, looking up at the sky. He looked back to Olivia, still running purposefully. "Olivia!" he called again.

He started running as the rain soaked though his clothes, his feet hitting the ground with a sloshing in his shoes.

Olivia was fast, but Elliot was faster. He caught up, grabbing her arm and twisting her to face him. She shook her head and tried to pull away, water and tears flying from her face. He smiled and held her face with both his hands. He leaned down and kissed her.

He pulled away and Olivia kept standing with her eyes shut, the water running over her. Then she broke down again, falling into Elliot's arms.

"I'm not ready for this yet," she cried over the pounding rain, clinging to his soaking shirt, crying into it.

"For what?"

She nuzzled closer to him, not answering.

"For what, Livvie?" he asked again, louder this time.

And just as suddenly as the rain had started, it stopped. Both Elliot and Olivia looked up to the sky, the rain falling off their skin. Olivia's eyes were red, and tears continued to fall after all the rain fell from her skin. She nuzzled close to Elliot's chest again.

"Livia? What aren't you ready for?" he asked softly after a long moment of just letting her weep as he held her.

"I'm pregnant again," she whispered so quietly it was hardly audible.

Elliot sighed. He could hardly believe it… "I… I can't believe this," he said happily.

"Well, I'm not so surprised. With your track record…" she chuckled, her voice quivering slightly.

He laughed and kissed the top of her head. "But we're both in our forties, Liv. And first time parents, a new family."

"One of us is a first time parent. And that doesn't mean I haven't already had experience as a mother." She smiled and nuzzled into him. "I'm just lucky," she whispered tenderly.

"We can do this, Liv," he assured her.

"I know."

He pulled her away, holding her gently. "You sure you're ready for this again?"

She smiled and nodded. "As long as I have you…" She leaned up and kissed him passionately, snaking her arms around his neck. "…I'm ready for anything."

A/N: Cheesy! But that's okay. Because it's cute... right?

Anyway, when I was writing this I was thinking about how people always make their children look like either one or the other, but it's always the eyes... :D Oh, and in case you didn't catch it, those two parts overlapped.

And this will probably be the last chapter of this story, too. Because I've been swamped with schoolwork and busy doodling, sooo... Unless people really, REALLY want me to continue... But you know the this procedure, anyway! Please, please, please, PLEASE R&R!