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Flashback start.

Elliot was sat at his desk, staring at his computer screen yet knowing he should be doing some work. His mind just wasn't concentrating. He had about a million other thoughts going on.

"Stabler, your partner's throwing up again," Munch said as he sat down at his own desk.

Elliot sighed and pushed himself up from his desk and walked off to where he knew Olivia would be.

He walked into the empty women's bathroom. All the cubicle doors were open except one. He walked straight over to it. He lent against the cubicle and gently tapped on the door. "Liv, honey?"

His reply was a sniffle, followed by the sound of the toilet being flushed. He stepped back as he heard her unlock the door and then watched as she walked out. She brushed past him and walked over to the sink. She splashed her face with water and threw some into her mouth, swilling it round before spitting it out along with the taste of vomit.

Elliot was there ready to offer her some paper towels to dry her face. "This thing really has a hold on you. Liv, you could have a virus, why don't you go see your GP?" Elliot suggested.

"I did," she said a little breathless and her throat raspy and sore from having thrown up so much recently.

"Well what did they say? Liv, if you're sick no one will blame you for taking some time off work," Elliot said as he supportively rubbed her shoulder.

"I'm not sick, El…I'm pregnant," she told him as tears filled her eyes. She didn't know whether or not to be happy. She wanted a baby more than anything in the world but since her boyfriend and the one who had helped get her this way had decided to get gone, she knew she would be doing it alone and she didn't know how well she would do at the job.

Elliot could see her fear, he knew her too well. "Liv, you're gonna be a mom," he said, loving hearing the words and the way they sounded.

Olivia burst into tears, unable to stop or control them. It was the first time she had heard herself get referred to as a mom, or soon to be one. Elliot quickly wrapped his arms around her and held her close, tenderly stroking her silky hair. "You're gonna be a great mom," he whispered to her.

She held him back, letting his words sink in and really believing them.

End Flashback.

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Present day

Olivia was sitting uncomfortably on the couch in her living room while Elliot was cleaning up the kitchen for her. The big bump in front was making it hard to get comfortable these days. She squirmed again, just a bit more and as she went to lay down on her side, her waters broke. Startling her.

Her hand flew to her belly and her face contorted in pain. "Elliot!" she screamed, breathing through her first contraction. Gosh, it hurt so bad. She'd never felt this kind of pain before.

Elliot ran in, in a panic and approached her. He noticed the puddle on the floor by her feet and as he looked up, he saw her wet black sweat pants. He instantly knew that her waters had broken. The baby was coming. One week early.

"Ok, baby, give me your hand," he cooed.

Olivia whimpered and gave Elliot her hand, allowing him to help her up off the couch.

"Let's go, ok?"

The brunette shook her head. "I got to change my pants, they're soaking, El."

The blue eyed man gently cupped his girlfriend's face in his hand, looking in to her chocolate brown orbs. "Baby, your waters have broken. We need to get to the hospital now. Ok?"

Olivia sniffled and nodded, allowing Elliot to guide her out of the apartment. She was in so much pain and the baby was coming fast, she knew.

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In the car, Olivia looked at Elliot as he sped to the hospital with the sirens on.

"El....El....Elliot!" she cried out.

Elliot looked side to side since the red light for the intersection was on his side, once he knew it was safe he drove straight through.

"Yeah?" he finally answered. He'd done this a few times already but he was still nervous as hell and on edge, "What's wrong?" he asked.

"What you mean other then the fact that I'm in labour?" she screeched, sarcastically.

"Sorry," Elliot said as he really floored it.

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A little over an hour later Elliot sat on a bed next to Olivia who cradled her new tiny son in her arms. "He's perfect," she said as she looked at him, not wanting to take her eyes away from him.

"He has your colour hair," Elliot said as he stroked the tiny boy's head. "You're right. He is perfect," he said.

It had been a difficult but rather quick labour. Olivia was done. She felt like she could sleep for a week but that would mean taking her eyes off her baby and she wasn't sure she wanted to do that, ever, although she guessed she would have to at some point. "I've totally fallen in love with him already," she said, unable to stop smiling as she watched him sleep, snuggled up against her.

"What you gonna call him?" Elliot asked her.

"I think….."

"Think what, baby?"

"I have a first name but am having trouble picking a middle. I think I need your help," she said with a quiet laugh.

Elliot looked down at the little boy that he was going to adopt as his son and help raise him with Olivia before looking back up at his exhausted but very proud girlfriend.

"Well what's his first name?"

Olivia smiled and looked up at Elliot quickly before looking back down at her son. "Noah," she answered proudly.

"Mmm," Elliot thought for a moment before thinking of the perfect middle name, "Kobie."

The new mother smiled proudly and caressed her baby boy's tiny olive toned cheek. "Noah Kobie Benson. I love it....How about you, my sweet baby boy?"