Disclaimer: If I owned anything, Benson and Stabler would be together!

A/N: I know I have other stories that I need to focus on but I can't help it. My mind is constantly running with new ideas but I promise this is the last story I'm going to post until I'm through with the others. Also, I have a Law & Order board that I'm working on to house my fics and others fics. It's not finished yet, but you can still come and check it out. Thanks, Kia. benstabler./index

Olivia lie in bed, determined to sleep a little longer despite the fact of the sunlight peeking through the bedroom window. She moaned approvingly when she felt the arms of the sleeping form next to her, tighten its arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Good morning, you" She turns in his arms to face him; smiling brightly, she pulls him into a sensual kiss.

"Mmm…" He moans as she slips her tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. After a few moments, he reluctantly breaks the kiss, only to speak.

"You keep kissing me like that and we won't make it out of this bed" She smiles seductively before pushing him on his back and straddling him.

"That's not a bad idea" She replies before claiming his mouth with hers. She grinds herself into his growing erection. A low guttural sound escapes his mouth at her ministrations. His hands roam underneath her tank top, finding their destination as he begin to fondle her breasts. His actions are cut short due to the ringing of his phone on the nightstand beside him. He contemplates ignoring the phone, but quickly dismissed that thought, not knowing if it was one of his kids or worse, work. Groaning, he reluctantly allowed her to remove herself from his lap.

"Stabler" He mouths the word 'Cragen' to her; she nods her head understandingly before getting out of bed heading into the bathroom. After getting the details of the case from Captain Cragen, he ends the call. He sighs heavily before getting out of bed. He walks into the bathroom to find that Olivia has already finished her shower. He leans on the doorframe of the bathroom, watching her as she performs the morning ritual of brushing her teeth. He takes in her appearance; his erection is instantly brought back to life seeing her standing before is eyes, clad in only a towel.

'God, this woman can make anything look sexy' He thought inwardly.

"Like something you see, Stabler?" She had known he was there watching her but she pretended not to notice as she does a lot when he watches her. She loves the fact that he could watch her as she does something as simple as applying makeup, getting dressed, or like now, brushing her teeth.

"Always" He replies walking over to her, pulling her into an embrace. Placing her wet tresses behind her ear, he begins placing soft kisses along her neck.

"What did Cragen want?" He sighs heavily, placing one last kiss on her neck, before meeting her eyes through the mirror.

"Another case" He replies, unwilling to go into depth about his conversation pertaining the case. Before she is able to further question him, their brown haired, blue eyed four year old son, Caleb, makes his way into their bathroom, much to the relief of Elliot.

"Daddy!" The boy exclaims, obviously happy to see his father after not seeing him in almost a week due to his caseload. He scooped the boy up and into his arms.

"I missed you, daddy" The boy confesses, burying his head into his father's neck.

"I missed you too, buddy" His eyes meet his wife's as her own swell with unshed tears at the sight before her. She walks up to the two of them.

"Where is my good morning kiss?"

"Uh-oh. You'd better kiss her Cale, she's getting jealous"

"Mornin' mama" He says before kissing her on the cheek.

"Good morning, Mr. Man" She ruffles his hair before taking him from Elliot. "Why don't you go downstairs and watch cartoons while daddy and I finish getting dressed? Then when I'm finished I'll make you breakfast"

"Pancakes with lots of sweet stuff?" She laughs at her son's pet name for syrup.

"Not a lot, but yeah you can have some sweet stuff" She lets him back onto the floor.

"Okay." He heads for the door, then suddenly stops and turns to Elliot. "You gonna be here to eat breakfast with us daddy?"

"Yeah, buddy, I'll be here" He smiles sadly at the thought of having to reassure his son of his presence in his life. He watches as his son leaves the room, now content knowing that his father would have breakfast with him.

He was grateful that Olivia had transferred to Computer Crimes after having Caleb; knowing that Olivia was able to be with Caleb when he couldn't eased his mind, but he still couldn't help but feel like he was missing out on his son's life as he did with his other kids and he didn't want to make that mistake again. Leaving the Special Victims Unit had been hard for Olivia but she knew the long, unpredictable hours and stress of the job wouldn't allow her to be the on hand mom that she wanted to be. She didn't want to be a full-fledged housewife and being a cop at heart, Computer Crimes seemed to be the easiest compromise for her.

He, himself had often thought about Leaving SVU but had quickly dismissed such thoughts every time he was able to get a perp off the street and into prison.

About thirty minutes later Elliot was dressed for work and Olivia had finished with breakfast. Olivia and Caleb were already at the table eating. Olivia looked at the clock and saw that it was a little after seven. "El, it's already 7:15. Are you going able to eat with us?" Caleb looks up at him with sad eyes.

"Of course, how could I miss out on having breakfast with two of my favorite people?" Caleb's face instantly brightens as Elliot sits down at the table with his wife and son.

EOEOEOEOEOEO

She sat in the bathroom staring at the stick. She couldn't believe it. She sank onto the floor, the cold floor tile being the least of her worries. She reaches for her cellphone, as Avril Lavigne's 'Girlfriend' rang throughout the bathroom. Having set ringtones for everyone in her phone, she already knew it was one of her best friends Taylor.

Hv u done it yet?

-Cheer Girl

She sighs heavily, before texting back.

All 3. It's nt good. Idk wat I'm gng 2 do.

-Tyler's Girl

Whn r u gng 2 tell my bro?

-Cheer Girl

Idk. 2day I guess. He's nt wht I'm worried abt. My parents r gng 2 freak.

-Tyler's Girl

Just as she sends the last text, Dickie, adamantly known as Rick since entering junior high, pounded on the bathroom door.

"Hurry up, troll! I need to use the bathroom"

She rolls her eyes at her brother's immaturity. "Use mom's bathroom. I'm not done"

"Liz is in there. Hurry up!"

She places the caps back on the sticks, gathers them and places them into her makeup bag. She grabs the boxes out of the trash, placing them into the brown bag she bought them in. She opens the door, pushing Rick out of her way as she walks out of the bathroom

"Very mature, Katie!" He responds sarcastically before entering the bathroom.

TBC