I was looking forward to Ace all week, but I was a little disappointed by the very small amount of EO bliss. They should've gotten the whole ep! LOL. But it was a great episode, even if there wasn't nearly enough EO. That's what fanfiction is for, right? So this is a short Elliot introspective as they're pretending to be married. Enjoy, and please review!

Disclaimer: Not mine.

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I don't know why I said Oliver.

Actually, I guess I do. He had asked us, me, what we would name our son, and I barely had a moment to look at Olivia before my mouth spilled out the name Oliver. I said it as naturally as if we were really going to adopt that baby and had been discussing names for years, because it really felt that way.

And in that moment, I pictured her holding a baby boy in her arms, a product of our love for each other. The thought stopped my heart in my chest.

The look in Olivia's eyes reflected my own surprise, but she didn't let her façade slip, even for a moment. We both knew that doing so would result in certain death. But I could read her just as easily as I could a book. Beyond that element of surprise was a longing, and it almost stole my breath.

Was she really wishing the same thing I was, that we were truly going to have a baby and maybe even name him after her? God, if that was what she wanted, I would give it to her.

I would give her the moon, if I could.

She didn't know it yet, but Kathy asked me again for a divorce last night. But when all of this is done and we put this sick son of a bitch away for murder, I'll tell her. I'll tell her everything that I've wanted to, everything that I've never been able to because my commitment to a woman who has become a stranger to me has prevented me from doing that. Kathy and I have both moved on, and while there's a part of me that will always miss what we had, I wish her all the happiness in the world. After all that I've put her through, she deserves at least that much. She was never a bad wife, and I couldn't have hoped for a better mother for my children.

But Olivia is…the other half of my heart, of me. Someone once said that a soul was split between two people, and many spend their entire lives searching for that missing half. But I've done what so many couldn't. I found her. All I can do now is tell her and hope that she doesn't laugh in my face, or worse, ask for another partner.

I want her. I need her like the air in my lungs. She completes me, in every sense of the word. She's my best friend, the first thought on my mind, and the last. I will never know what I've done to deserve her, but I know that I can't lose her, or the future we could have together.

Including a son we might name Oliver.

The End.

A/N: I really did love the fact that Elliot came back with the name Oliver. Could he have been speaking from his heart...? Who knows, darn it. I'm thinking of doing a short sequel to this, but it all depends on the responses I get from this. So thank you for reading, and please remember to review!