A/N: New story, I hope you enjoy it and review it.
Disclaimer: Only own Olivia's children.
Officer Olivia Benson sat in a New York City diner, somewhere in the heart of Manhattan. She was celebrating her promotion to Detective, with her children Taylah Jaide, aged ten; William (Billy) Jack, aged eight; and the youngest of the Benson crew was Jordyn Serena, aged two and a half.
Olivia divorced her husband shortly after Jordyn's birth, have finding out his secret. He was living a double life, he had another wife and kids. His other wife had been pregnant at the same time as Olivia, twice. When she was pregnant with Billy and then again when she was carrying Jordyn.
Olivia didn't know if she'd be able to trust another man again. Jackson Avery had been her high school sweetheart. She'd married him when he had knocked her up at age eighteen. She had later found out that it was Jackson who had pricked holes in the condom. She let him know what an idiot he was for doing it, but when she felt Taylah kick inside her for the first time, she knew she loved her child and would do anything for her... In the end, she had never regretted Taylah or William and Jordyn for that matter. She could never regret her babies.
"Hey Mom?" Billy spoke up, pushing away his now empty plate.
"Yes, buddy?" Olivia replied, cleaning Jordyn's face as she squirmed on her mother's lap and whined.
"No, Mommy, no!" Jordyn squealed, trying to push her mother's hand away.
"See that boy over there?" he asked, pointing to a table just two tables over.
A seemingly single father sat at the bigger round table with five children. Three girls and two boys, who looked to be aged between twelve and four.
Olivia had to admit the guy was very good looking. He was turning her on just looking over at him.
"Yes, what about him, Billy?" she asked, rubbing Jordyn's back.
"He's my friend. His name's Richard, but everyone calls him Dickie. We met on the first day of school this year," he told his mother. "He's really cool. Can he sleep over?" he asked.
Olivia sighed. It was Friday night and Billy had only ever had a couple of friends sleep over before. "It's fine by me, kiddo, but only if it's okay with his father."
"Can I please go ask?"
Looking over and saw the family only chatting amongst themselves, Olivia nodded. "Okay, but be very polite, young man," she told her son and watched him walked over to the larger family.
"Mom?" Taylah spoke up, unhappy.
Olivia knew what was wrong with her oldest. "Tay, you have friends over all the time. Billy doesn't have many friends. I'll make sure he and his friend stay out of your bedroom and that they don't make too much noise," she promised her ten year old daughter.
Taylah sighed. "Okay, okay. But tomorrow I want Jasmine to sleep over."
"Deal," Olivia replied with a nod and looked up when someone with a deep voice came over and cleared their throat. She saw the handsome man now standing there with his oldest son and Billy. "Mrs Benson?"
"Oh, I'm divorced. So it's Miss. But please call me Olivia," she replied politely, also a little shy, and motioned to the empty seat beside her. "Please take a seat for a moment.
The man smiled thankfully and sat down. "Hello Olivia. I'm Elliot Stabler," he greeted her and out stretched an open hand.
Olivia shifted Jordyn to her other knee and shook Elliot's hand.
"Young Billy here has asked if Dickie can sleep over your house tonight...?" he said.
Olivia nodded. "It's fine by me, but only if it's okay by you," she informed him.
"Yeah, it sounds good," Elliot replied.
"Well," Olivia said, grabbing a pen and a notepad out of her purse. She wrote down their address and phone number and ripped the page out, "here is our address, our home number and my cell phone number." She passed it to Elliot with a smile, a shiver went down her spine when their fingers touched.
"Thank you," Elliot said, smiling back. "When would you like to drop Dickie off?"
"Don't just drop him off," Olivia suggested, "I'd like it if you would come in for a coffee."
"I'd love to," Elliot replied, causing Olivia to blush. Standing up and pushing the chair back in, he said, "We'll be there at about six. That okay?"
Smiling still, Olivia nodded. "Perfect,"
"Good," Elliot nodded too. "Okay, come on, son. You'll see Billy again in a few hours."
Dickie and Billy said 'later' and Dickie and Elliot headed back to their table.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Olivia was cleaning up the kitchen after dinner with Jordyn sitting in her playpen in the corner, playing and singing, when the doorbell rang. She looked up at the clock and it was six o'clock right on the dot.
"I'll get it!" she heard Billy called as he ran to the door.
"Come on, sweet-pea," Olivia cooed, picking up the toddler and walked into the living room, just in time to see Dickie walk in with an overnight bag and a pillow. Elliot was standing behind him with the youngest of the Stablers, holding his hand.
"Hello Dickie, Elliot... And who's this?" Olivia walked over and slightly leaned over to the little boy. "Hi I'm Olivia. What's your name, handsome?" she cooed to the four year old.
"I'm Eli, and I'm four," Eli replied with a shy smile."Hi Eli, this here is Jordyn," she introduced the toddler on her hip.
"Hiya!" Jordyn giggled, waving.
Eli waved back with a shy smile. "Hi."
"Would you like a chocolate milk?"
"Yes, please," the boy replied, nodding again.
Olivia smiled and stood back up, looking over at Taylah. "Tay, could you please make Eli here a chocolate milk?"
Getting up, Taylah grumbled but nodded. "Come on," she said and guided the boy into the kitchen.
"Welcome to our home," Olivia said, looking back up at Elliot. Dickie and Billy had already ran off to Billy's room. "Sorry, it's a little messy. I was just in the process of cleaning up," she apologized.
Elliot smiled. "It's cleaner then mine," he chuckled.
Hearing that, Olivia very noticeably relaxed. "Would you like a cup of coffee?" she asked, adjusting Jordyn on her hip.
"Yes please. That would be great," Elliot replied and followed Olivia into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, she deposited the toddler back into her playpen and smiled when she saw Taylah now sitting at the kitchen, talking to little Eli, both drinking some chocolate milk.
Elliot smiled as well and turned back to Olivia to see her head over to the kettle.
"Take a seat, Elliot," Olivia said, hiding her smile by facing the kettle as she turned it on to heat up the water for their coffees. She listened to him pull out a chair and sit down before asking, "How do you take your coffee?"
"White and two please. Just a little milk," he informed her. He couldn't help but stare at Olivia's ass.
Oblivious to the going-ons behind her, Olivia continued to make the coffees.
Taylah catching Elliot staring at her mother's ass, cleared her throat and leaned close to him and whispered, "Stop staring at my mom's butt."
Elliot jumped. "I... I.. No..." he stuttered. He couldn't believe he had just gotten caught by a ten year old.
Getting up, Taylah just laughed at him, being looking at Eli. "Wanna watch a cartoon?"
Eli looked at Elliot for permission, which he got. "Yes, please," he said, smiling.
"Taylah, could you please take Jordy?" Olivia asked, walking toward the table with the coffees.
"Sure, Mom," the girl replied and picked up her little sister before taking the little kids into the living room.
"So, Elliot, tell me about yourself," Olivia asked, taking a seat before him. She wanted to know everything about him, she was beginning to think, she was already in love with his man.