Back to You

Ch.57

Eli climbed up onto the large plush couch, wiggling his way in between two pillows while Elliot settled Noah down next to him, drawing the blinds and grabbing a couple of blankets for them.

Slouching down on the couch, Elliot took both of his boys in his arms, covering them up and kissing both of their foreheads, "I love you two."

"Love you, Daddy," Eli replied softly, cuddling under the covers next to Noah and helping him hold his bottle in his mouth. "Love you, Noah," he murmured before he fell asleep.

Elliot gently pulled the empty bottle from Eli's hands and from Noah's mouth, setting it on the end table. Sitting back against the couch, he pulled his son's a little closer, enjoying the quiet time and the intimate moment with them. The more he thought about his boys, the more he couldn't wait for the baby to come. He wanted to be able to hold him in his arms, look down at him and see himself and Olivia in one tiny little person. He heard the stairs creek and Olivia came around the corner.

"Hey," she said quietly, padding into the living room and pulling her thick sweater tighter around her. The sight of Elliot snuggled under the blanket with Noah in one arm and Eli draped over him completely melting her heart.

"Hi," he replied just as softly, tilting his head back against the sofa so he could capture her lips.

She kissed him softly, rubbing her thumb over his cheek, "How did everyone get down here?"

"I wanted you to sleep in, so I got Noah some breakfast and then Eli came down," he said looking down at his son, "He doesn't feel good."

Olivia ran her hands through Eli's unruly bed head and pressed a kiss to his forehead, "He feels a little warm."

"I thought so too...I hate it when they're sick," Elliot sighed, rubbing Eli's back.

"Hopefully it's just a little cold...Kathy said he got his flu shot a few weeks ago," she said, running her fingers through his hair.

Elliot let out a soft chuckle, "He hates shots."

"I think every kid in the world hates shots," she added with a laugh.

"But he really hates the doctors...he tries to bribe me every time we have to go," he said, looking up at her.

She smirked and raised an eyebrow, patting Elliot's cheek, "I wonder where he got that from?"

"Guilty," he smirked and she chuckled, kissing his smile.

"I hate them too," she agreed, kissing his forehead. "Do you want some coffee?"

"That would be great," he smiled and kissed her again. "I made eggs and waffles, you might have to heat it up a little."

"Okay," she nodded, kissing his lips and being unable to get enough of him. "I'll be back."

"Okay," he murmured against her lips before he watched her turn and walk away, never enjoying the view more.

"You've seen my ass before," she called to him from over her shoulder with a smirk.

"But it's a great ass," he told her, not missing a beat.

She just shook her head and kept walking.

It wasn't his fault he couldn't take his eyes off of her...she was the one with the incredibly sexy body that only got better as she got further along in the pregnancy. God was she beautiful, he thought, all he wanted to do was pull her into bed, rip off her clothing piece by piece and letting his hands, and eyes, roam her body.

"Here," Olivia said softly, putting his cup of coffee on the table next to her cup of tea, sitting down in the seat, propping her feet up and resting her plate on her belly. Elliot chuckled and she just shrugged her shoulders, "It's convenient."