Disclaimer: Nope. I've had Busted!, Mother's Day Surprise, Life, Beautiful Mess and Black Mail all completed and they still aren't mine. Not to mention I have Thinking It Over as an on-going. Yea. Dick is the meanest man in the whole wide world!

Author's Note: This is a collection of moments with Bryce, Breanna and Benson that weren't in B!, MDS or L. They'll have the other kids in them too along with, obviously El and Liv. The rest of the squad will also appear sometimes too. There are also a couple that mainly deal with just Liv and El but will still have Bry, Bre or Ben in them. I hope you enjoy! Read and Review!

I wondered out of my bathroom and into the upstairs hallway with my son in my arms along with a bottle so that I could lay him down for his nap. But first, I had to find his sister. To do that, I had to find their father.

Bryce and Breanna had had their six month birthday yesterday so the house was still a little messy, making me have to dodge a few things that laid on the floor on the way. The whole squad, plus Casey, had joined us, along with the four oldest kids.

I entered the living room to a sight that made my heart melt.

My two hundred pound, six foot one, muscle man of a husband was laying, sprawled out on one of the recliners with a pink and purple floral baby blanket barely covering his chest and abdomen. I could hardly make out the little body of my daughter under her father's arm and the blanket. In fact if I wouldn't have seen the little mess of silky brown hair at the top of the blanket I might not have even noticed her.

My husband looked absolutely exhausted. The poor man had had to stay home, by himself, all weekend and take care of twin six month olds. I was used to it, he was not. Normally I only work three or four day weeks and they stay with Maureen or Ellie (Elliot's mother) on the other days. I felt so bad.

I had called almost every hour to check on him but because of the job it had been hard to keep in touch. Fin and I had been assigned one of the biggest cases we had had in a long while. The mayor's fourteen and sixteen year old daugters had been gang raped and the publicity was all over it. Needless to say, I had been a little busy the last couple weeks. Thankfully, we had finished it on Sunday, just in time for the twin's six month birthday celebration.

It looked as if being Mommy and Daddy for the weekend had taken a major toll on my husband and I decided that the couch probably wasn't the best of all places for him to sleep, especially with his back problems, so I decided to wake him up.

I tucked the bottle into my back pocket and walked quickly but quietly to Elliot and Breanna who had yet to even think about stirring from their slumber.

I gently drew Breanna from her father's protective arms. Then, careful not to wake her, walked both Breanna and Bryce up to their bedrooms and laid them in their beds with fresh bottles. After making sure they would be okay, I slipped out of my jeans and button down to shorts and one of Elliot's NYPD t-shirts.

When I reached the living room I softly walked to Elliot and bent to wake him.

"Hi honey." He whispered and I smiled.

"Hey baby. You want to come lay down with me? I'm beat and you don't look so hot yourself."

"Uh huh. I'm tired. Kids wore me out this weekend. I don't know how you do it by yourself. Heck, Maur and my mom must both have more energy than me! They can last longer than me with two six months olds! I mean...I guess I could expect it outta Maureen, but my MOM?!?! How in hell does a sixty some year old woman take care of six month old twins for nine hours a day when I can't? That's baaaloooonnnneeey!" He was about half asleep, which made his speech slurred, making it even more comical than if he was fully awake. I chuckles and put an arm around his waist as we walked to our bedroom.

We slid into bed beside each other and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I felt his nose nuzzle my hair and him take a deep breath, apparently breathing in my scent. I had noticed when we first started dating that he did that anytime we laid down and it was absolutely adorable.

I laid there for a mintue, basking in all that I had become over the last two years.

First I had earned the love of a man so sweet and amazing as Elliot Stabler. I then learned there was a little baby Stabler (or two, even though I didn't know it at the time) resting in my womb for me to nourish and love. Then he had made me his wife and his children my own. We then had two children together, who are the light of my world and I love them immeasurably.

Basically in two years, I became a wife, mother and confident, caring, compassionate and loving woman.

My husband then brought me out of my day dream, "Liv?"

"Yea baby?"

"I love you, Liv."

"I love you too, El. More then you could ever know."

"No, I know. Because you love me just like I love you. More than water, earth or air. You and the kids are my world Liv."

"You're my world too, El." I then turned and pecked him on the lips sighing and saying again, "Love you."

"Love you too, Livvie. Love you too."