AN: Dick Wolfe owns me. It's a given! Secondly, this is a sequel to "New Life" you will more than likely be confused if you haven't read that, but it's not that hard to follow, so if you want to read it without the first half- go for it. THIRDLY, to all of you who did read "New Life" and begged for a new story- you got me so excited that I had to write it ------like tonight-----so the ideas came out a lot faster than I had intended. You're all lucky. LASTLY, this chapter is devoted to one of my favorite songs "Stay Up Late"---If anyone can guess the name of the band they get a featured extra role in the next chapter. If you don't know the the song or the band, you should go download the song----it's fun! You'll like it! OK GO. Please R&R-Thanks

I wanna make him Stay Up All Night

Tiny staccato cries came from the room across the hall. Elliot looked at the clock. The red numbers glared in the dark. 4:15 am.

His sensitive retinas pulled shut and he waited before moving from the bed.

Olivia laid next to him in a deep sleep. Ever since she'd started sleeping next to him, she'd never slept so soundly. They hadn't taken the plunge and shared one home officially yet, but Olivia hadn't spent one night, since his return, without the warmth of his arms.

She liked to think that her total lack of consciousness was caused by the exhaustion brought on from the physical demands of motherhood and the stress of a new job, but Elliot insisted that those were all excuses to hide her dependent soft spot.

He was convinced that she finally trusted someone other than herself to protect and defend her every move. He also teased her about it every chance that he got.

Flash to moment

"We need milk, can you go with me," Olivia asked as she closed the refrigerator and waddled to the door sporting her designer flip-flops and her pregnant stomach.

Elliot flipped through the New York Times and spoke without looking ", I don't know. It's possible that I can go with you, but only if you let me carry the bag home."

"Elliot, I just wanted some company."

"Oh well in that case, you can carry the milk, the ice cream, and our baby all by yourself."

Olivia grabbed his newspaper and hit him on the head. "You're so mean."

"You're so stubborn," he replied with a grin on his face. He loved watching her fight the selfish urges that she was so used to living by.

"Fine. I'll let you carry the milk."

Elliot stood up and kissed her on the cheek. "I love you sweetie."

She gave him a sassy smirk and turned for the door with the last word. "I love you too, but I get to hold the ice cream."

Flash Over

There was a small sense of accomplishment in Elliot's mind the day she had to lean on him for support.

And seeing how he had raised four children and she'd only grazed the experience with a fine comb, his support was coming in handy every time she turned around.

That didn't stop her from researching the hell out of everything, though. She had more books and gadgets than Elliot ever remembered there being.

At first he tried to convince her that most of it was unnecessary and over priced, but he realized that it was just causing them to fight.

Flash to moment---------------------------------

""40 weeks: The Pregnancy Organizer.' 'Things to buy at the baby superstore', Liv, this is silly, we have everything you need for the baby right here," Elliot said as he threw the book onto it's original pile by her side of the bed.

"Elliot, everything that you have is being used by Maureen. And you act like I was going to take the book at verbatim. I just want to be prepared."

Olivia sat in the bed reading "What to Expect when you're Expecting", and Elliot laid next to her petting the top of her large stomach.

"I just think you're getting a little carried away."

"Well, some of us have never done this before," she halfway yelled losing her temper.

"Liv, if you have a question just ask."

Olivia closed the book and threw it to the ground in a huff of agitated frustration. "A question? Ok Elliot, here's a question, what does it feel like to squeeze a basketball out of a hole the size of my fist?"

"Ok, I get it," he said taking the fist she had just made and kissing it into a calm state.

Flash Over

So from that point on he did his best to be patient with her trail and error learning process.

This was her moment and if she wanted a diaper genie he was going to buy it for her.

Elliot sat up in bed watching her softly breathe under the covers and waiting for the cries in the next room to subside.

He watched the clock tick by, all the while, nodding off and then jerking himself awake.

At 4:25, the baby's hunger had driven the whimpers into hysterical fits.

One foot at a time Elliot shuffled into the room, picked up the warm red-faced bundle from his crib, and rubbed his back. "Shh, it's ok big Ben. I'm gonna feed you."

Next to the crib sat Maureen in a rocking chair peacefully snoring.

Her glasses were crooked on her nose, an open book stuck to her lap, and a drool towel hung on her shoulder.

Elliot closed the book and pulled the glasses from her face.

He knew it was going to be a rocky first year, but his sleep deprivation was wearing thin.

He couldn't wait for Maureen's finales to be over.

Elliot was well aware of the mess he invited into his tiny apartment, but nothing prepared him for a colicky baby, college mid terms, and a very pregnant, not to mention, hormonal Olivia Benson. Personal refuge in general was over, as he knew it.

He couldn't even bring himself to think about the unborn baby in Olivia's stomach. The sleepless nights that would soon begin for that feet were not even close to making it onto his agenda at the moment.

Still, as he held his grandson and watched him innocently drink his bottle into a dreamy oblivion, he couldn't help but smile and feel like this was exactly where he was supposed to be.

Little Ben was Elliot's pride and joy. He had pictures plastered all over his desk at work and when Ben wasn't with his mother he was strapped to Elliot in some kind of way, shape, or form.

Most importantly, Ben was the peacemaker that their broken family needed.

From the day Maureen held him in that hospital and said out loud ", Everyone, I want you to meet Benson Carter Stabler," the family was forced to smile at their bitter feelings.

Not one of them, including Kathy, could begrudge the tiny baby that each of them helped bring into the world.

Maureen held up his little head and looked directly into Olivia's eye. "Liv, I know I haven't been the easiest person to get along with, but without your help Ben wouldn't be here today. For that I will be ever grateful, which is why I felt it was necessary to name him after you."

Olivia never looked more beautiful and happy when she proudly took Maureen's hand and kissed it, while whispering ", I'm here to help you anytime you need it, lovely lady."

Then Maureen looked at Kathy who was standing next to her new boyfriend, William.

"Mom," she continued ", you're my hero and my guidance. I will always live my life to the fullest. If not for Ben, for you. So I felt it only appropriate to make his middle name after your maiden name, Carter. And Dad," she smiled winking in his direction ", what can I say, your name was a given. Thank you for supporting me."

Elliot had kissed Maureen on the forehead and watched his little girl become a woman.

She held that baby like a pro and so far, although needing a hand here and there, she was doing a fine job at changing the diapers and keeping the grades.

Big Benson Stabler was, in his opinion, the man of the house.

He was just like Maureen. He demanded all of the attention and he was as tough as nails.

Since the moment they brought him home, kicking and fussing became his favorite mood.

Other than his hot temper Benson was the grandson that Elliot always dreamed about.

His thick arms showed athletic promises and his favorite thing was sleeping on Elliot's chest during MASH reruns.

All in all, Elliot was the happiest he'd ever been.

Quietly he placed Ben into his crib and then carried Maureen to her bed. With a yawn and a scratch he made his way through the clutter and laid his head on the pillow next to Olivia's.

Elliot slipped his hand around Olivia's round belly. She turned and lightly kissed his face while running her hand down the front of his chest. Her hormones screamed to be touched by him.

Before he could drift into the first stages of sleep his body took over and arousal filled his crotch as Olivia's hand gently touched the skin under his boxer shorts.

He was exhausted, but he could always find the energy to make love to Olivia. He kissed her neck and placed his fingers between her legs. She moaned and writhed under the blankets.

Her audible breathing gave Elliot just the boost he needed to lift himself over her and feel for her warm insides with the head of his hard on.

Olivia made soft sounds with every thrust that he made. Her legs ached to feel his body move between them as he smoothly pulled himself in and out of her.

The orgasm she so desperately needed clenched onto him and she stopped in a fit of climactic waves.

Elliot pushed himself to release with her and just at the height of the moment the ring of his cell phone stunted the feeling with its abrupt interruption.

"Damn it," he grunted.

Olivia squeezed his hand and kissed it a few times to try and ease his frustrations.

911 and an address ran across the screen. "I gotta go baby," he whispered to Olivia.

"Be safe. I love you," she replied.

"I love you too."

Once again, Elliot would grumble to work with few hours of rest and a flacide erection.

AN: Let me know your thoughts :)