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At the hospital, when they go to visit her, Olivia tells Charlie that Lincoln cried more than the baby after thd birth. They laugh, and Lincoln is sure this will be the first of many times he'll be teased about it.
However, she doesn't mention the "I love you" he said, if she had, they'd certainly have more material to laugh at him, but she doesn't, and Lincoln has no idea how to interpret that.
The day she returns home with Henry from the hospital, Lincoln decides to go along and spend the night there. She says it's not necessary, the Secretary of Defense stationed several officers around the building for her and his grandson's protection, but he insists on staying there, at least for those first few days. The truth was that a few days ago, he'd thought she'd died in his arms, and that feeling of loss hadn't completely faded. He needed to know she was there, alive, near him. Beyond her physical safety, he wanted to be there for her, even if it was just so she knew someone was there, that she could collapse or stay upright, and he'd be there by her side.
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Her mother had taken charge of buying and arranging most of the things in the baby's room, but there was still a lot to do. They spent much of the afternoon doing this. For a second, Olivia hopes Frank won't hear about it. He already suspected Lincoln was the father of her child, that would give him certainty. But the second passes, and she realizes that doesn't matter anymore. Frank was a good man. During their relationship, he'd made things pleasant, but she wasn't in love with him anymore, perhaps not for a long time.
In the early morning, when Henry starts crying, she gets up and finds Lincoln already in his room, holding him. He doesn't notice her presence at the bedroom door, just focusing on getting Henry back to sleep and only looking at her after he's done so.
"Hey," she says.
"Hello," he says, heading toward the living room and turning off Henry's bedroom light.
"Why are you here?"
"Crying babies and sleep don't mix well, I don't envy you the next few months at all, Liv."
"That's not what I was asking you."
He hesitates for a moment.
"I know."
"Okay, I'm um... going back to my room, good night."
"Good night, Liv."
"And just for the record: I love you too," she says before closing her bedroom door.
He takes a while to fall asleep after that. The couch is uncomfortable and there's nothing good to watch on TV, but that night Lincoln goes to sleep smiling.