I have not written anything.. correction, I have not posted anything in a good while. Truth is I am not confident in my writing. I find myself writing many one-shots and I even have a full chapter fic already done, but when it comes to posting I lose all faith/confidence in myself. But I am going to post this story and if you all are interested in reading until the end then I will continue to post. I really have not proof read any of this, just kinda skimmed it. Hopefully you all enjoy!

All characters belong to the Dick himself, Mr. Wolf. (:

She still believes that when she pulls the old t-shirt over her head and holds it up to her nose that she can still smell him. But the truth is that the t-shirt lost his scent months, hell, even a year ago.

"Liv, honey you coming."

"Give me a second and I will meet you down stairs." she spoke softly to her boyfriend. She felt an arm wrap around her mid-section.

He kissed the inside of her neck, "you miss him?" She sighed deeply before answering.

"More than anything, Luke." she placed her hands over his and removed his arm as she walked out the door of her bedroom. He let go of the breath he was holding and became more agitated than he originally was. He just had to make it through the night and all would be ok.

Their dinner with his parents was actually quite peaceful. They asked the basic questions the same ones they ask every time they have dinner together; "when is the wedding? Why do they not have any grandchildren? Why does she always look so skinny? Why does she never give Luke a genuine smile?" she eventually became numb to their questions and just gave them a smile instead of answering.

Luke leaned over and whispered into her ear, placing a hand on her thigh giving it a gentle but firm squeeze, "they're just asking questions, Liv." he placed a kiss on her cheek before sitting up right.

"If you'll excuse me I need to use the restroom..." she walked away quickly, but not without hearing the voice of his mother first: what do you see in her, Luke? Honestly, she is a beautiful woman, but she is not for you. Look at her, she seems so miserable around us. You need to get out of the relationship before she ruins you.

Olivia walked into the bathroom with tears in her eyes. She found herself in the furthest stall wiping the tears from her eyes. She knew something was off with her, but she felt that within time and the three times a week visits to her therapist that this would all work out.

She walked out of the stall, splashed some water on her face and exited the bathroom ready to rejoin the group. She could make it through the rest of the night she told herself. When she sat back down at the table she apologized for her earlier attitude, blaming it on the long hours she had put in the past week. His parents know that she is a cop, but not that she works sex crimes.

"Dear, we wouldn't have kept you out so late if we had known that you were working such long days. Don't you have a partner that helps you or are you more of a one man show?" his mother asked using quotations on the last part.

-There it was again, that wave of sadness that randomly hits her when somebody mentions anything that makes her think of him. –

"Umm, no, no partner, not any – anymore." she replied softly.

"Did he die on the job?" she doesn't know what made her more alert to the conversation; whether it be that his father spoke for the first time all night or that he implied that her ex-partner was dead. She couldn't be here any longer, she needed to leave and leave now. She wiped her mouth and stood up before speaking again.

"If you'll excuse me, I have to be at the precinct around 4am tomorrow." and with that she exited the restaurant not caring if he followed her or not. She wasn't going to go back to his place tonight, she was heading straight back to her apartment to take a relaxing bath, to put on the old t-shirt that Luke hated, and to sleep. Hopefully have a night of undisrupted rest. Truth was she actually had the day off and had nowhere to be tomorrow, but she didn't have to let his parents know that.

The water to her bath was hotter than she normally liked it, but after a couple minutes she found herself sinking lower underneath the bubbles. She runs her hand gently over the scar on her abdomen. The doctors told her the scar would be small, just a simple incision and she had nothing to worry about. She closed her eyes and thought back to that day...

"Hey Liv…" he whispered, kissing her navel deeply and feeling their baby kick wildly underneath his lips. She opened her eyes and smiled down at him.

"Hi…" she whispered back. He pulled himself back up onto the bed kissing her lips before speaking again.

"Any day now and we get to meet Miss Abigail. Are you ready, Liv?"

She ran her hand through his hair bringing her palm to rest on his cheek. "Oh I'm ready… I'm ready to meet her, but I am not ready for her daddy to leave on his next assignment." she spoke as tears slipped from her eyes and down her cheeks.

He wiped them with the pad of his thumbs, kissing her lips again, "I am only going to be gone a month and then I will be back. What is she going to do in a month, Liv? … eat, sleep, and poop." He smiled again before sitting up and helping her up too.

She opens her eyes and sighed at the memory of them. A year, it's been one year since she has seen him and one year since she held her baby girl. One long, tough, and hard year. Taking her hand away from the scar and pulling it out of the water seeing her raisin formed fingers she knew she should get out and get into bed, but she had no desire to do it. So with that she lowered her head underwater and waited for the pain to go away.

It is short I know, but I do not want to make the first chapter super long if people are not interested.

But, if we are all intrigued I will finish writing the second chapter and will post soon! If you find any errors or anything do not hesitate to let me know. Thanks for reading and review if you wish. (: