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Rafael got a fist in front of his mouth a second before a couple of dry coughs escaped him. He shook his head and opened his front door. He’d have smiled at the sight of Olivia there but had to turn his head to cough.
“Liv, hey,” his weak and hoarse voice said. “What are you doing here?”
“Carmen told me I’d find you here.” She tipped her head. “She said you sounded sick.”
He raised an eyebrow. “And you decided you wanted to get infected?”
She rolled her eyes, a hint of a grin at the corner of her mouth. “No. I actually remembered you spent yesterday with me and my kid who’s also sick today.”
Rafael held his eyes closed, he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Tell me Noah is doing better than I am.”
“A little bit, yes,” she said. “One of his classmates passed it to him, the weather has half his class at home.”
“Shouldn’t you be home with him?” he asked.
“I was on my way back home from the squad, taking the day to take care of him. And you’re coming with me.”
The attorney furrowed his brow. “Am I?”
“Come on, Noah passed you it, least I can do is take care of both of you.”
“Liv, it’s not necessary,” he tried.
“Are you trying to tell me that you’ve been eating properly and not spending most of your morning and lunchtime answering work emails?”
He opened his mouth, closed it. Barba stepped back and opened the door wider for her. “Come in, I’m gonna change.”
“Coco or Luca? Luca or Coco?” asked Rafael slouched on the couch beside Noah.
“Coco. No, Luca,” answered the boy. “I don’t know.”
“Thank you,” replied Barba.
Olivia laid two bowls at the center table. “Luca, you already watched Coco.”
Rafael and Noah exchanged glances.
“She’s right. We never watched Luca,” said the attorney. “I love Coco, but…”
“We can watch one, then the other,” offered the boy.
“Deal.”
Benson frowned at the two. “Okay… Whatever you decide, I want both of you to eat.”
“Okay,” they said, grabbing their bowls.
“Good.” Olivia got up and made her way to the kitchen.
The boys heard a sneeze. They paused and glanced over the back of the couch to the kitchen to a frozen Benson. Neither of them could hide their smirks.
When she faced them, the pair shifted on the couch, opening space.
“You can sit with us,” said Noah.
“But you have to bring a soup bowl of your own,” added Barba.
“Fine, but we’re watching Luca first,” she said with a sigh.
She joined them on the couch moments later, soup bowl in hand.