You were setting at the desk in your room, absolutely exhausted at the current case you were working on. You got up after a bit, needing some water and at least a little food before you got back to this torture.

You saunter through the living room, almost tripping over a loose toy on the ground before regaining your composure and making your way into the kitchen.

You step into the kitchen, and your eyes fall on Carisi, leaning against the counter while comforting your little son, patting his back as the baby rests against his shoulder.

Sonny: “You seriously still workin’ on that case? You need a break, hun.” He says, his voice soft, as to not disturb the baby, but still concerned.