Two days later, Olivia found herself flying around the townhouse, trying to get things ready as quickly as she could. Brian and Maggie were watching the Disney Channel with Jacob swinging contentedly in his swing. Olivia was trying to pack her overnight bag and get dressed at the same time. She'd picked the kids up from daycare at their usual time, then come home and after playing with them for a bit, had settled them down in front of the television so she could shower.
She folded an emerald colored satin nightgown, despite the fact that her normal sleepwear ran more towards t-shirts and yoga pants, and placed it carefully in her duffle bag. She placed a hand on her stomach trying to quell the butterflies which were residing there. At a sound behind her, Olivia jumped and spun around, then laughed when she saw Maggie standing in the doorway, holding her Cinderella doll.
"Hey honey," Olivia grinned, holding out her arms. Maggie immediately raced into them, burying her face in Olivia's shoulder. "Hey hey hey, sweet pea," Olivia murmured, rubbing her back gently. "What's wrong, Maggie Mae?"
"You goin' 'way," Maggie mumbled.
"Just for tonight baby girl. Elliot and I are going to go out for dinner and Maureen's going to come play with you, remember? We talked about this. And I'll be right here when you wake up tomorrow morning." Olivia sat on the bed, Maggie still wrapped around her.
"What 'bout bedtime?" Maggie whispered.
"Maureen will put you to bed honey. And she'll give you a bath and read you a bedtime story. And you guys get to have pizza for dinner. Doesn't that sound fun?" Olivia smiled, trying to convince Maggie she'd be okay.
"What if I have bad dreams?"
Olivia sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of Maggie's head. "Then Maureen will call my cell phone and I'll come home. Okay?"
Maggie held on tighter. "Don' wan' you to go, Livvy."
Olivia sighed, having no idea what to do. "Baby, do you want to help me? Can you go get my toothbrush for be, Mags?"
Maggie sniffed and nodded. "Okay." She slid down from Olivia's lap and walked into the bathroom, emerging a few minutes later with the toothbrush. After making sure that everything was packed, Olivia stood in front of her closet, considering her options while Maggie sat on the bed, holding the Cinderella doll.
Olivia turned from the closet, holding two different dresses on hangers, one was cerulean, sleeveless and had a skirt which flared out and ended just above her knee. The other was black, one shoulder, with almost no back. "Which do you think, sweetie? Black, or blue?"
"Blue's prettier," Maggie answered, smiling slightly.
"Okay, can you find my silver shoes for me?" Olivia grinned, hanging the black dress back up. She changed into the blue dress, then turned around when she heard Maggie's giggles.
"Livvy, look at me!" she squealed.
Olivia took one look at Maggie, teetering around in her heels, and laughed. "You look beautiful, sweetie! But I think those might be a little big for you. Maybe in a few years you can wear them."
"Hey, Olivia?" Brian called, walking into her room. "Come see my potions lab, I finished it!"
"Hey, that's great!" Olivia beamed. "Can I finish getting dressed, then I'll come look?"
"Where are you and Elliot going?" Brian asked, sitting on the bed.
"Actually," Olivia smiled, brushing a hand over his head, "I don't know. Elliot wanted to surprise me."
"How come you're packing a bag?"
"Just in case," Olivia answered cryptically. "What's the coolest thing you learned today at school?"
"Hm." Brian pursed his lips. "In science, we learned that the sun isn't a planet, it's a star. It's the closest star to Earth and all of the stars in the sky at night are just like the sun. So that means that they could all have solar systems like ours around them, and there could be other planets like Earth out there, but we don't know because we can't get the far in space ships. So Uncle John was right about the aliens."
Olivia stared at him, unsure whether she should laugh or scream. "Well, you're very right about the sun and the stars. But I don't know about the aliens." The doorbell rang and Olivia's eyes grew wide. "Shi-oot. Elliot's early. Bri, can you go get the door? Ask who it is first?"
"Okay. Come on, Maggie." Brian stood up and led Maggie out of the room.
Olivia heard the front door open and Maureen appeared at the doorway. "Hey Liv," she grinned. "Wow, you look great, you're gonna knock Dad's socks off!"
Olivia blushed. "Thanks. I think I'm almost ready, I just need to put my makeup on."
"You look nervous," Maureen grinned.
"Yeah, I am," Olivia said softly. "Nervous and excited at the same time."
"So's Dad," Maureen answered.
"Thanks for doing this."
"Anytime. Is your bag packed?" Maureen asked with a knowing smile.
"Well, yeah. It is." Olivia suddenly felt awkward. How did you act towards a girl when she was coming to baby-sit your children so you could go consummate your relationship with her father? "I'll have my cell phone on me, I imagine your dad will too. I don't know where we're going to dinner, he didn't tell me. But if you need anything, if the kids need anything, you can call me, okay?"
"We'll be fine," Maureen chuckled. "I brought pajamas and stuff just in case." At Olivia's blush, Maureen raised an eyebrow. "Liv? I'm not stupid; I know what you and Daddy are planning on tonight. You don't have to act like I don't."
Olivia chuckled. "I'm just not sure how to do this Maureen."
"You need a refresher course?" Maureen teased.
Olivia laughed. "Been so long, I might. But that's not what I meant."
"I know. Relax; I'm not going to be running around picturing you and my dad in bed. I'm happy for you and him."
Olivia slicked her lipstick on and turned to look at Elliot's daughter. "Thank you."
A cry sounded from the living room, followed by Brian yelling up the stairs that Jacob was crying. Olivia laughed and grabbed her bag before hurrying downstairs, Maureen following her. Olivia lifted Jacob into her arms and began soothing him softly as she headed towards the kitchen. "You're hungry, aren't you little man?" she cooed. "Yeah, you want some dinner." She microwaved the bottle as she turned to Maureen. "Emergency numbers are on the fridge. You should be able to reach your dad or me on our cell phones, but in case you can't, Don's number is there. John's is too, and Fin's, and Casey's. But last resort on them, try us first."
"Got it," Maureen nodded.
"There's money in the teapot for pizza, you can help yourself to anything in the fridge."
"The…the teapot?" Maureen looked at the stainless steel teapot on the stove in confusion and Olivia laughed as she shifted Jacob in her arms and began feeding him.
"No, the ceramic teapot on the counter. Friday's pizza night, they'll eat pretty much anything. Um, there's a salad bag in the fridge with dressings. Milk with dinner, no matter how much Brian tries to convince you that he can have a soda. Popcorn is in the cabinet above the stove. We stopped by the video store today and rented Madagascar for the kids. Maggie goes down around 8, after a bath and a story. Only one story, she'll ask for more. Brian goes down about 9, and you can read a chapter of Harry Potter to him. Alternate pages until he's tired, then you can finish it."
Maureen laughed. "I can handle it Olivia, don't worry. I promise you, we'll be just fine."
Olivia nodded and took a deep breath. "I know, I'm just nervous."
The doorbell rang and Olivia's stomach jumped. Brian yelled out that he'd get the door and the next thing she knew, Elliot walked into the kitchen. Limped might have been a better word actually since he had Brian hanging around his neck and Maggie clinging to a leg. All of her nerves evaporated as Olivia laughed. "Hey guys," she laughed. "Let's let Elliot breathe, okay?" She handed Jacob and his bottle to Maureen, then helped Brian off of Elliot's back and lifted Maggie into her arms.
"I didn't mind," Elliot grinned as he straightened his tie. "My kids are all too 'cool' to be that excited to see their old dad." He walked over to Olivia then and rested one hand on her waist, leaning in to kiss her gently. "You look beautiful."
Olivia blushed and as he pulled away she slid her hand into his, setting Maggie on the floor. "You look pretty good yourself."
Elliot grinned then at his daughter who was watching them with a very satisfied smile on her face. "You all ready for tonight, sweetheart?"
"Yep," she grinned. "Can't wait to get started."
"I think she's trying to get rid of us," Olivia laughed.
"You got it, so go!" Maureen teased.
Olivia hugged Brian and kissed him good-bye. "I'll be back when you wake up in the morning, okay Bri?"
"We'll be okay, Olivia," he assured her.
"And help Maureen?"
Olivia crouched next to Maggie then and the little girl threw her arms around her neck. "Gonna miss you, Livvy," Maggie whispered.
"I'm going to miss you too sweetheart. But I promise, I'll be right here when you wake up tomorrow morning. And then we'll have all day to play."
"Okay," Maggie sighed.
"Can you be a good girl for Maureen for me?"
Maggie nodded. "An' help with Jacob."
"That's my good girl," Olivia murmured, kissing her cheek before gently prying Maggie's arms from around her neck and standing. She smiled at the warm feeling of Elliot's hand on her back and looked up at him. "Just let me say bye to Jay and we can leave."
Elliot nodded and watched with a smile as Olivia competently scooped Jacob from his swing and cuddled him to her, murmuring. After a couple of minutes, Olivia kissed Jacob's cheek and settled him into Maureen's arms. After another round of kisses and hugs to Brian and Maggie, from both Olivia and Elliot, they made their way out the door.
Elliot reached out as they walked to his car, linking his fingers with hers. "You okay?"
Olivia smiled up at him and nodded, squeezing his hand. "A little nervous, but it's a good nervous."
"Like going in for a bust?" Elliot grinned.
"God no," Olivia laughed. "Much much better, I swear. So where are you taking me for dinner?"
"Oh, you wanted food?" Elliot teased.
"For what we have planned?" Olivia purred in his ear, gracefully untangling her fingers from his and slipping her hand under his suit jacket to rake her nails lightly across his back, just above his waist band. "You better believe it."
Elliot's eyes grew wide as he turned, catching her hand in his and cupping the back of her neck with his other hand. He lowered his lips to hers and leaned her gently against the car. "You're teasing me," he whispered against her lips and she laughed.
"Payback for the last eight years," she whispered back. "But I don't think it's working."
"Oh, it's working," Elliot pressed up against her so she could feel just how much it was working.
"Maybe we should forget about dinner," Olivia gasped, arching into him.
He chuckled then, shaking his head. "You don't want to do that."
"Because we have reservations at Tavern on the Green."
Olivia pushed him away with one hand, shock evident on her face. "We…what?"
"We have reservations at Tavern on the Green," Elliot repeated, smiling.
"Elliot! No, we don't have to go there, it's too expensive."
"Maybe I think you're worth it," he suggested as he opened her door and helped her inside.
She waited until he was inside the car as well before continuing. "El, I appreciate the gesture, really, but it's too much."
He rolled his eyes and pulled away from the curb. "It's not and, if memory serves, you said I could pick."
She sighed. "I would have been happy with burgers though, you know that, right?" she asked, linking her fingers with his. "I don't need fancy, I just need to be with you."
He grinned, squeezing her hand. "You might not need fancy Liv, but it's something I'd like to give you, at least once in awhile. Don't worry, I'm sure we'll be back to burgers before long."
Olivia smiled and kissed his cheek. The rest of the ride was spent in easy silence, both just comfortable and happy being with each other.
When they arrived at the restaurant, Elliot handed to keys over to the valet and took Olivia's arm. When they were seated, Elliot glanced at the wine menu. "What are you thinking of?" he asked.
Olivia shrugged. "Whatever you feel like, I'm not picky."
Elliot's eyebrows arched and a smile teased his lips. "You don't have an opinion on something?"
She glared playfully. "I was trying to be easygoing."
"Liv," Elliot smiled and held her hands lightly in his. "Do me a favor, okay? You being easygoing worries me and makes me wonder about all of Munch's conspiracy theories."
"You want me to be difficult?" she asked incredulously.
"No, I want you to be you. You, Olivia, as stubborn as you can be, are the one I fe…the one I wanted to go out with tonight."
The waiter appeared at the table then, as the blush was still coloring Olivia's cheeks, and took their orders. When he was gone and the bottle of merlot that Elliot ordered had appeared at their table and been poured, Elliot watched the candlelight dance across Olivia's face. It caught the honey colored highlights in her hair and they seemed to glow as they framed her face. Her chocolate eyes danced until a sudden wariness filled them.
"El? Is something wrong?"
"Wrong? No, why would something be wrong?"
Now it was Elliot's turn to blush. "Sorry, Liv. It's just…you look happy Olivia."
She laughed. "I am happy, Elliot. It only took us how long to work this out?"
"No, I don't mean just tonight. You've looked happier in the past four weeks than I've seen you in the last eight years, combined."
"I am," she whispered. "This is the happiest that I think I've ever been. I have my kids and I…well, I have you."
"You've had me for the last eight years, Liv," Elliot chuckled.
"I know," she rolled her eyes. "But not like this."
Elliot smiled and rubbed his thumb in circles over the palm of her hand. "I like having you like this too, Liv."
She felt her heart jump with anticipation but, much to Olivia's surprise, she realized that the butterflies that had inhabited her stomach all day had disappeared, and she hadn't even noticed.
After they finished their dinner, Elliot grinned mischievously at Olivia. "Do you want dessert?"
"Here?" Olivia asked, eyes growing wide as she assumed he had been referring to sex when he said dessert.
Elliot laughed then. "I meant actual dessert. Like ice cream? Or cake?"
"Oh, um, no, I'm good." The butterflies were back, though now they seemed to be more excited than nervous.
"Let's go then." Elliot signaled for the check, and paid as quickly as possible. As they walked out of the restaurant Elliot slipped his hand through hers and squeezed it gently. When Olivia turned towards where he had parked the car, he stopped her. "Our ride," he whispered. "Is over there."
As Elliot turned her, Olivia felt her jaw drop. "A hansom cab?" she whispered, shocked. "You rented a hansom cab?"
"I wanted this to be special," he grinned.
Olivia turned to Elliot, her heart showing clearly in her eyes. "This, all this, is amazing, El. But you didn't need to do all of this. Tonight IS special, not because of dinner, which was probably the best meal I've ever eaten, or because of the hansom cab which is without a doubt the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me, but because it's you. I've wanted to…to be with you, for so long that I can't remember a time when I didn't." Tears threatened to spill over her eyes and Elliot was shocked by her honesty.
He smiled and kissed her softly. "Never doubt that this is about you and me," he murmured. "I know we won't be able to do this all the time. Or probably any time for the next five years. But I wanted to be able to do something for you that I didn't think anyone had done for you before."
She grinned. "Well, you're right about that. That said though, we can still take the hansom cab, right?"
Elliot laughed. "Right. I enlisted Fin's help in picking up my car. He'll drop it off at the apartment sometime tonight." Olivia turned from their car, her duffle bag in her hand and gaped at Elliot even as he helped her up onto the seat.
"You told Fin?" she whispered in horror.
Elliot wrapped an arm around Olivia's shoulders, drawing her into him where she relaxed without even meaning to. "Kind of. I told him I was surprising you with a hansom cab ride to give you a break from being a mommy and asked him to pick up my car."
"You're sneaky, Stabler," Olivia laughed, reaching up to kiss his cheek. "I like that."
"Is that all you like?" Elliot teased.
"Hm," she pretended to think.
Elliot took advantage of their position to dig his knuckles gently into Olivia's ribs as she squirmed and laughed. "Okay, okay, I give!" she laughed. She settled back against him then, watching the city pass before them. "It's beautiful here, I love seeing the city this way."
"Yeah, the view is pretty amazing," Elliot whispered, eyes fixed steadily on the woman next to him.
She looked back, then rolled her eyes. "Elliot, you're not looking at the city."
"Just so happens I like this view more." He bent his head and slanted his lips over hers.
Olivia responded eagerly, reaching behind her to pull his head closer so she could deepen the kiss. She moved then to kiss Elliot's cheek and down his jaw. Lost in the feel of his lips on her skin and his hands sliding slowly, way too damn slowly for her liking, Olivia was startled when the handsome cab came to a stop outside of Elliot's apartment.
"We're here," Elliot murmured against her ear, rubbing his hands up and down her arms.
"We are," Olivia agreed. She beamed softly then as Elliot stepped down from the cab, grabbed her bag, and held a hand out to help her down. They walked slowly up to Elliot's apartment, Elliot having paid for the handsome cab ride by credit card when he made the reservations.
When the door closed behind them Elliot lifted his hands to gently frame Olivia's face. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, smiling.
Olivia blushed. "The view from over here isn't too bad either," she whispered back, wrapping one arm around his neck, raking her nails lightly over the back of his head. As she slanted her lips over his and slid her other hand under his shirt, Elliot dropped her bad on the ground by the door, moaning softly.
"Bedroom?" he whispered, pulling her tightly against him.
"Bedroom," she answered, gasping as her hips thrust against him. Somehow they managed to weave through the living room and hallway into the bedroom without breaking their kiss. When they were in the room, Elliot kicked the door shut and slowly slid his hands up Olivia's waist, the feel of her gentle curves beneath the silky material of her dress driving him crazy. His fingers found the zipper at the back of the dress and slowly slid the zipper down, sliding his knuckles down her spine.
The cool air and heat of Elliot's touch swirled on Olivia's skin and had her knees weakening as she whimpered. "God, El, don't stop."
Elliot smiled against her lips as he slid the dress forward and off her shoulders, his hands gently skimming the area just below her bra. Olivia's eyes grew wide at the gentle stroke of his fingers and she felt her panties grow damp as Elliot deepened the kiss and slid her dress down her body, letting it pool on the floor.
She had spent eight years fantasizing about this very moment, but never, in her wildest most detailed daydreams, had she come even halfway close to what it felt like to be kissed, truly kissed, by Elliot Stabler. Not even the kisses they had indulged in the last month had prepared her. It was the difference between drinking a glass of wine and drinking the whole case. She felt as if she were drowning, completely engulfed by the tastes, textures, and scents that were uniquely Elliot. It was such an intoxicating feeling that when he pulled back to look at her, Olivia literally whimpered in protest.
"I want to see you," Elliot whispered. "I've wanted to see you for so long, Olivia."
She felt her cheeks grow warm, torn between slight embarrassment and pleasure and pride. Elliot's blue eyes, darkened to indigo by desire, began at her hair, perfectly styled when they'd left that evening, now mussed by his fingers and even sexier. Her eyes were wide and dark with desire, lips swollen from their desperate kisses. His gaze continued downward and took in her tanned body, covered only by two scraps of blue lace that perfectly matched the dress that was lying, forgotten, around her feet. Her toned arms wound around his neck and beautiful, impossibly long legs ended in a pair of silver sandals with heels high enough to put them early at eye level.
Elliot couldn't stop the grin from spreading over his face. "You're so damn beautiful Liv," he growled as he wrapped his arms around her surprisingly small waist and pulled her flush against him, the tips of his fingers finding their way into the top of her panties and skimming back and forth, from her hips to her rear and back again.
"For some reason," she purred against his lips, "I'm the only one who's naked."
"Are you planning on fixing this problem?" Elliot smirked.
"Hell yes!" She started at his waist and slowly slid her hands up his hard chest, loving the feeling of his muscles contracting under her palms as she kissed him deeply, mouth fused to his, tongue exploring it expertly. She slid her hands over his broad shoulders, and then pushed the suit jacket from his shoulders so it landed on the carpet. She dragged one hand down to the knot of his tie and loosened it enough so that she could pull on it gently and have it come untied. With her other hand, Olivia slid the tie off from behind and flicked it away.
She trailed her hands down his strong back until she reached the waist of his pants and tugged the shirt out. Once the shirt was completely untucked Olivia slid her hands back up his chest. She moved from kissing his lips to pressing hot, open-mouthed kissed beneath his ear, on his neck, his collarbone, which nearly made him come undone, and down his chest, following the path her fingers made unbuttoning his shirt. She rose slowly, tongue doing a complex dance over Elliot's chest. She pushed the shirt down off his shoulders and nearly swooned at the tightly muscled body before her.
It wasn't that Olivia had never seen him without a shirt, she had. But that was Detective Elliot Stabler, her partner. Now he was Elliot, her best friend and…lover? Boyfriend? She leaned forward, slanting her lips as her hand slipped gracefully into his pants and cupped his balls beneath his erection, squeezing gently.
Elliot's eyes grew wide and color rose up his neck as he gasped. "Liv, do that again and I'll embarrass us both."
Olivia grinned but withdrew her hand and instead used both hands to unfasten his belt and pants, sliding them to the ground. The black boxer/briefs followed and Olivia paused, impressed by what they revealed. Elliot was clearly VERY ready.
Elliot toed off his socks and Olivia stepped out of her sandals, which lowered her about three inches. Elliot stepped forward and the next thing Olivia knew she was in the air, cradled against Elliot's chest with his lips pressed to hers and one of his thumbs teasing her already hard nipple through the lace of her bra. He carried her to the bed and laid her reverently on the pillows. Olivia arched her back as Elliot reached behind her, unhooking her bra and slowly drawing it down her arms and off. Lingerie discarded over the edge of the bed, Elliot slid down, one hand cupping Olivia's breast, fingers brushing lightly over and around her firm nipple as he ran his tongue expertly along the underside of her breast, smiling as she gasped, arching towards him as one hand came reflexively to the back of his head.
"Elliot," she gasped as one leg came up and wrapped around his waist. "Please El."
Elliot smiled as he slid up her body. He knew what she wanted and wanted to give it to her. He would, but not right then. Elliot lowered his lips and indulged in placing a kiss to the hollow of Olivia's collar bone. "I love this spot, right here," he whispered, kissing her there again.
Olivia moaned and thrust her hips against his, squirming under him. "God Elliot."
"You have the most beautiful neck," Elliot groaned.
"I'm glad you like it," Olivia purred. "But right now, I want you inside of me. Make me come Elliot."
He moaned. "At your command, beautiful." He crushed his lips to hers and slowly slid up, as Olivia's legs both wrapped tightly around his waist, slid slowly into Olivia's body.
Olivia let out a shuddering sigh as she felt Elliot enter her. She pulled him closer and moaned as he began moving inside of her, slowly at first but picking up momentum as he kissed her thoroughly. Olivia raked her nails over his back, thrusting with him. As the pressure built inside of her, Olivia gasped his name.
"I know babe, I know," Elliot groaned. He could feel Olivia beginning to convulse beneath him and knew that he wasn't far behind. As the ripples coursed through Olivia's body and set him off completely. As the climax ripped through them both Olivia let out a scream and Elliot all but collapsed. It took all of his willpower to not land on top of her.
"God El," Olivia sighed as she reached up to stroke his cheek. "That was…wow. We should have done this a long time ago."
"Oh yeah," Elliot grinned, turning so he could press a kiss to the palm of her hand. "You don't regret this?"
"Never," Olivia smiled back.
Elliot beamed and reached down to press a kiss to her slightly swollen lips. "Ready for round two, Livia?"
She laughed. "Already? You're up for it?"
"I finally have you naked and willing in my bed. Trust me; I'm up to it if you are."
Olivia gently pushed Elliot onto his back and straddled him, stroking her fingers over his broad chest. "I'm always up for it," she purred, leaning down to kiss his chest.
When they finally surfaced, the sun was peeking through the curtains in Elliot's room. Olivia blinked her eyes open slowly and groaned. "Stop the sun," she mumbled.
Elliot chuckled. "Good morning to you too, Liv."
She smiled as she realized where she was. "Morning, El. Last night…that was amazing."
"I think so too," he agreed. "But I'm not sure I can wait for another month before we do this again."
"Stay at my place tonight?"
He grinned. "I'm sure that can be arranged. You don't have any pressing plans this weekend?"
"Just spending time with you and the kids, unless we get called in."
"God I hope we don't," Elliot groaned. He grinned then and kissed her gently. "Have I told you how beautiful you look in the morning?"
"El, I think it's time we had your eyes checked," Olivia laughed.
"Nope, I see you perfectly," Elliot beamed.
"Flatterer," Olivia whispered, kissing him gently. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she deepened the kiss, only to pull away quickly. "Elliot, it's morning!"
He laughed. "Yes, that's usually what comes after nighttime."
"Smartass," she smacked his shoulder. "I promised the kids I'd be back this morning."
"Have time for a shower?" Elliot asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
She narrowed her eyes at him and tried to keep from laughing at the hopeful expression on his face. "The kind of shower you have in mind will end up taking too long." She kissed him again though. "But maybe tonight…"
"Okay, let's get home to the kids and tonight," Elliot growled playfully, making Olivia laugh.
"Definitely tonight," she promised.
As they drove towards Olivia's townhouse, she reached over and linked fingers with Elliot. She was surprised, and very thankful, that things weren't awkward between her and Elliot. Her main fear in starting a relationship with Elliot had been that the magic wouldn't be there once they actually gave a relationship a chance, that the attraction between them was simply because they couldn't be together, not because they were meant to be together. "Should we stop and pick up bagels for everyone?"
"Sounds good. What do you want to do with the kids today?"
"Um…I don't know. Let's ask Brian and Maggie. Maybe there's something that they want to do."
"Besides visiting a toy store?" Elliot chuckled.
"Yeah, besides that," Olivia laughed.
They pulled up in front of the house and Elliot reached over to kiss her again. "Come on, beautiful, let's go get our family."