"Hey, come in."
"Sorry I'm a little late. Billie spilled her orange juice all over Frannie. Let's just say it was a mess."
"And that's why you're wearing that?" Olivia said with an amused expression on her face as her eyes fell on the detective's dark grey sweatpants.
"Hey! This is what I'm wearing for the wedding." Amanda grinned while giving her captain a little pose.
"Hot."
"Speaking of clothes. I need your help."
"Ok, but first things first." The brunette headed for the kitchen where she grabbed the bottle of white wine from the fridge. "Tell me what's going on with your dad, I feel like I haven't had a chance to talk with you in forever."
She poured the wine and handed Amanda one of the glasses over the counter.
"Well, just like the orange juice, that's a mess too. Everything is kinda messy right now to be honest." She sat down on the chair and dragged a hand through her hair.
"Tell me."
"He's staying with mom. Which is- Wait, where's Noah?" The detective interrupted herself while looking around the apartment.
"Staying with Lucy."
"So... You're alone? Free to bring someone home?"
"God, no." Olivia shook her head. "If anything, I'm free to drink more than two glasses of champagne and wake up with a hangover without having to entertain my kid at 8 am."
"Kat would be proud of you, she thinks we're ancient and that we don't have a life."
"Did she say that?"
"She didn't have to."
"She does have a point, though." Olivia shrugged with a slightly resigned look on her face.
"I'll drink to that." The blonde scoffed before raising the glass to her lips.
"So, your dad. Nice try deflecting, by the way."
"Thanks." Amanda said dryly. "Like I said, staying with my mom, which is just... all kinds of fucked up."
"This can't have been easy for you. I'm so sorry I wasn't there." The captain gave her a sympathetic smile.
After hearing about Olivia's ongoing drama, Amanda had quickly pushed away the need for her to come to the hospital, but it was still surprisingly heartwarming to hear that her boss felt bad about not being able to be there.
"Uhm, from what I heard you kinda had your hands full."
"Yeah, I kinda had. But still, I wish I could've been there for you. How are you dealing with it now?"
"Well... You know how they are, there's a lot of drama, a lot of small things quickly turning into chaos. I just... I try to keep my distance as much as possible, but they're still my parents, you know?"
"I know. But you're a parent, too. And I need you to take care of yourself. I can't lose my best detective."
"You're just saying that to make me feel better."
"No. I'm not." Olivia's face was suddenly dead serious and the look in her eyes left no room for discussion.
"Thank you, for saying that." Amanda reached over the countertop between them and gave the brunette's hand a gentle squeeze.
"Ok, so you said you needed help with clothes?"
"Yes. But... don't laugh."
"Why would I laugh?"
