Just a bit of fluff 'n stuff. Enjoy and please review!
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"I am not whipped!" Elliot Stabler argued, taking a long swig of his beer.
Munch and Fin looked at each other and laughed. "You're whipped, my friend," Munch informed Elliot, peering over the top of his sunglasses.
Elliot snorted noisily. He wasn't whipped. Far from it.
"Daddy!"
Immediately Elliot set down his beer and turned around, holding his arms out for his young son. "What is it, Ben?"
Ben climbed into his father's lap. "Mommy says Uncle Fin and Uncle John have to go home now," he informed his father. Then he climbed down and hugged each of his uncles.
Munch and Fin got to their feet, sniggering. "Whipped."
Elliot rolled his eyes. "Hey, she's just getting rid of you two clowns so she can give me some."
"You wish."
Ben tugged on his father's pant leg. "Daddy?"
Elliot looked down at Ben, ruffling his thick chestnut hair. "What is it, Ben?"
"What's Mommy gonna give you?" he asked innocently, his cerulean eyes curious.
Elliot choked.
Fin nudged his friend in the ribs. "Yeah, Elliot, what's she going to give you?"
Elliot gave him a deadly glare, then smiled at his son. "Well, sweetheart, your mommy is going to give me some... broccoli!" He knew his son hated broccoli and wouldn't ask more questions. "Yeah, that's it. She's going to give me broccoli."
Ben made a face. "Eww!" Sticking his tongue out, he turned around and took off.
Once the boy was out of earshot, Munch and Fin started laughing loudly. "Broccoli, Stabler?"
Elliot shrugged. "It worked, didn't it?" He motioned the men toward the door. "Now, get out so I can get some hot broccoli." Hot, fuzzy broccoli...
"Stabler, you're a-"
Elliot shut the door on them and locked it.
"Liv, do we have any cheese?"
The End
A/N: Hehehe, cute, huh? I got the idea while talking with a buddy, and I couldn't resist writing it. Thanks for reading, and please remember to review!