a/n - here is the first chapter of the sequel to "The Butterfly Effect"! Super excited to start this. I know I said I would finish Dear Mom first, but I can't get writing for this story out of my head lol. I'm super busy with classes this semester, but I'm going to try my hardest to update once a week!

Saturday, May 14

(3 years later)

Everyday was another day closer to their big day, and today marked the halfway point. It had taken them this long to finally settle down and plan the big day, and finally they were set on a date, time, and place. In less than 3 months Olivia would finally get to say those magical words at the altar in front of all their closest friends and family. They had been put through the ringer since that first year of their engagement, but here they were still standing firm.

Tonight was one she was looking forward to the most, their engagement party. They know it's a little late considering how long ago they had gotten engaged, but now seemed like a more perfect time than ever. Mason and Cecilia were going to be staying with Kathleen and Maureen tonight at the apartment they shared, and Elliot would finally be all hers tonight. Two rambunctious kids who were only 4 and 3 years old, left little time for her and Elliot to have alone.

"Where did you get this?" Elliot stood behind her in the mirror as she put the finishing touches on her outfit. She wore a black silk romper with long sleeves, and a low v-neck opening that showcased her ample breasts. It was paired with strappy black heels that put her at eye level with him, and her hair that was still kept long with Elliot in mind, was straightened down her back. Her makeup was simple with only a dash of foundation and mascara, but it was the blood red lipstick she wore that drove him crazy.

"I picked it up last weekend when I went shopping with the girls. I assume you like it?" she smirked in the mirror as she looked at him.

"I love it," he kissed her right below her ear, and ran his hands along the outside of her thighs, her skin like silk when he touched her. Once he got to the hem of her romper he let his fingers continue to roam until he got to that sweet spot covered in lace. She gasped at his touch and placed her hand over his to stop him from going any further.

"The kids are down the hallway," she warned him.

"A little bit of risky foreplay never hurt anybody."

"But what's the point in starting something we can't finish right away?"

"Touche," he released her from his hold and kissed her cheek before distancing himself and sitting on the edge of the bed. Those familiar tiny steps came down the hallway and Olivia shot him a look of "I told you so". He rolled his eyes and scrubbed his hand down his face.

"MOOOMMMMMY!" Mason whined when he bursted into their room already dressed in his Spider-Man onesie. He ran over to his mother and lifted his hands, demanding to be in her arms. She complied of course and hugged him tight while he cried into her shoulder.

"What's wrong my love?"

"Cece won't share!" he shrieked when he pulled back to look at his mother. His hazel eyes filled with more tears and he cried again, ultimately upset.

"Cecilia Grace!" Elliot called after her and soon enough he heard her coming down the hall. "Come here young lady," she came over to where he sat on the bed and stood in front of him. The guilt was written all over her face. "What did we say about being nice to your brother?"

"Daddy, he was askin' to play with all've my toys! He has his own toys!" the sassy four year old stood with her arms crossed and a pout on her face.

"Why can't you share a few with Mason?"

"Because they're my toys."

"Cecilia.." Olivia warned. "If you don't learn to be nice to your brother, I'll make sure you go to bed early tonight. No movies with your sisters."

"What do you need to say to Mason?" Cecilia stood with her head bowed down. "Cecilia!"

"I'm sorry," she mumbled.

"I can't hear you," Elliot said.

"I'm sorry Mason, for being mean," she held her arms out and Mason wriggled out of Olivia's arms to give her a hug. And like that everything was back to normal. The two little ones went running back to their playroom, and Olivia shook her head and laughed.

"That girl is sassy isn't she?"

"Yeah. Just like you and Alex."

"Oh whatever!" she went to push his shoulder but he caught her hand and pulled her onto his lap. "Ah!" she yelped and laughed so loud, it was music to his ears. "Just what do you think you're doing?" she protested when she felt his hands move to grip a hold on her ass.

"Nothing," he kissed down her neck and across her chest, ignoring her.

"We can't be late to our own party," she placed her hand on either side of his head and pulled him back. "Trust me...as much as I would like to spend the rest of the night in this bed with you," she rose from his lap and straightened out her clothes. "I spent a lot of time planning this night, and I plan on enjoying it," she winked and went to get the kids ready to leave.

The same bar that they spent so many nights together at after a hard case or a long week, was the same place they decided to hold their engagement party. Neither of them wanted anything big or fancy, just a night full of drinks and fun with their friends. There was an open bar, plenty of lights and decorations hanging, and a large banner that read "Soon to Be Mr. & Mrs. Stabler". It was the first time Olivia had seen the banner in person, and it made her heart flutter a million times seeing her new last name so big and bold like that.

All of their friends from the precinct had made it, along with their new found friends they had made through their new professions. Olivia shockingly enough had made a few friends who also had kids after officially becoming a rape crisis counselor this past year. And Elliot had a few buddies from D.C he had become great friends with too. The bar was completely theirs tonight and she couldn't be more happy to spend her Saturday night here.

"Excuse me everyone, if I could have your attention?" a familiar voice over the loudspeaker filled the room. Olivia looked up from the large table she sat at with Elliot and some of their bridal party, in the center of the bar. "I just wanted to give a quick speech if that's alright?" it was Cragen of all people who stood at the small stage the DJ had setup. The crowd of people cheered for him to continue.

"Olivia and Elliot, some of the best detectives I've ever had on my team. Now don't get me wrong, they drove me nuts with the bickering and constantly undermining my orders. But they knew how to bust a perp at the drop of a dime," he paused a moment and looked directly at Olivia. "Olivia...I'm incredibly honored that you chose me to walk you down the aisle. You really have been like the daughter I never had. I wish nothing but the best for you two, congratulations!" he held up his glass of club soda and toasted to their engagement. The entire room joined in and cheered for them too. The music started again and Don made his way to give hugs to both Olivia and Elliot.

"Thank you for everything," Olivia said in regards to everything he had done for not only her, but Elliot too over the past year.

"You call me for anything and I'll be there," he hugged her one more time and nodded in Elliot's direction before going to converse with the others.

"Liv, come take a shot!" Casey yelled from the bar. She looked over at Elliot and he motioned for her to go spend some time with her girls. This day was about her more than anything.

"Goodness, I haven't taken a shot and partied like this in how long?" she reached the bar and held the 35% poison in her hand.

"Since you decided to go have the perfect kids, find the love of your life, and leave us all jealous!" Casey jabbed playfully at her, and by the looks of it she was already on her way to being drunk as hell.

"I can't even attest to that," she laughed.

"TO THE FUTURE MRS. STABLER!" Casey shouted and everyone repeated it back. Olivia threw the shot back and everyone encouraged her. Her face twisted as the liquid burned her throat, and she bit down on the lime Casey handed to her.

"God, that's awful!"

"Too bad, we're getting you drunk tonight!"

"No no no, I have two little ones who are going to need me tomorrow," she rejected the next shot Casey attempted to hand her.

"Nope! This is your night to finally have fun, worry about tomorrow well- tomorrow!" she chuckled. Olivia looked over at Elliot who was amused and he nodded for her to go ahead and take the next shot. She shook her head and downed the next one, already regretting her decision. "Atta girl!"

"Get me another one please," Olivia called to the bartender, and he wasted no time getting her another.

"Whoa, now we're talking!" Casey said.

"No, this isn't for me," she moved from the bar and back to where Elliot still sat watching her. "If I've got to deal with a raging hangover tomorrow, so do you," she handed the drink to Elliot and smirked. He took the shot without question, willing to play the game she was offering.

"Remember when you said don't start something you can't finish? I'm gonna hold you to that," he pulled her closer to him and kissed her lovingly. He held both sides of her face gently and threaded the tips of his fingers through her hair.

"Let's go dance," she pulled away flushed and pecked his lips one more time before dragging him to the dance floor.

Hours had passed and it was nearing midnight. Although this was their party, Olivia felt herself ready to go home. Not because she was tired, but because she couldn't stand keeping her hands to herself for one more minute. She didn't know if it was the tequila shots, or his choice of tighter fitting jeans but the burn in her lower belly didn't care. She just needed some relief that involved being underneath him, and a heavenly ache between her legs in the morning.

He was busy playing a round of pool with Fin, Nick, and one of his newest friends Jason. She watched him as they finished up their game, and laughed as he drunkenly walked his way over to her. He maneuvered himself between her legs where she sat on a stool at the bar. His hands slid from the tops of her thighs to her waist, and he pulled her body closer to the edge. She threw her head back and pouted her lips for him to kiss her. He wasted no time in capturing her lips, nipping lightly on her bottom lip as she welcomed his tongue that had been begging for entry.

"Save it for the honeymoon!" Munch yelled from the pool table. Olivia pulled back and laughed loudly.

"Shut up!" Olivia yelled back and pulled Elliot closer by the belt loops on his jeans. "If you don't get me out of here and under you, I'm gonna have to take you to the back and punish you," she said softly in his ear, and she swore she heard a moan escape from him.

"I might have to take the latter," he growled back and pulled her away from the bar quickly before anyone noticed they were leaving. He pulled her into the hallway leading to the bathrooms and pinned her against the wall. They were both a little drunk and frisky as hell, which was a dangerous combination.

"Someone is gonna-" her words were cut short when he claimed her lips all over again. His hand cradled the back of her neck as the other held the small of her back flush against him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled the bulge in his pants closer to her center.

"Mmm," she moaned when his hand slid down her thigh and back up until it slipped under the silk of her romper. "Take me home…" he looked down at her and in record time dragged her through the backdoor that he knew led to the street. It took him only a few moments to hail a cab and he had never been more grateful to not live too far from the bar. They both stole glances at one another on the drive there, anxious to just get through the front door.

As soon as the driver pulled to the curb, neither of them wasted any time getting out of the cab. Elliot threw him some cash and quickly caught up with Olivia as she walked up the driveway of their house. She was already entering the code to the garage when Elliot came up behind her, and wrapped his arm around her body. His mouth placed hot kisses along her neck and she was barely able to key in the code with him on her like that. When the white door began lifting he scooped her up into his arms and carried her the rest of the way into the house.

He carried her down the small hallway that led to the kitchen, and sat her on the counter. Elliot placed his hands on her thighs and pulled them further apart, and nestled himself between them. He looked at her, heavily breathing and all as she waited for the satisfaction of having him between her legs. "I could come just looking at you right now," he leaned in closer until their noses were touching. "You.." he pushed her top off of her shoulders and kissed her. "..are so.." he tugged it down to her hips. "..beautiful…" he kissed her again and she lifted her hips just enough for him to drop the romper she wore to the floor.

"You know when we got this island installed, I didn't think this was what it would be used for," she grabbed ahold of his hand that rested on the counter, and slid his fingers into the lace underwear she wore. She bit down on her lip when she felt the tips of his fingers tease her.

He moved his hand to cradle her neck and gently laid her down on the cool marble. Her hair fanned out around her face and her eyes were low as she watched him work the belt buckle on his jeans. His pants dropped to his ankles and he began to stroke himself as he began to align himself with her entrance. He moved the lace of her underwear to the side. She lifted her hips in anticipation and gasped when she felt the heavenly intrusion. Her body gripped onto him like a vice when he filled her completely. He grabbed ahold of her hips and leaned over her body to kiss her intensely.

"I want you…" she coaxed him to move, craving him more and more. She didn't need for him to be gentle with her, and he caught on quickly as he began fucking her. Her breasts bounced each time and bucked into her, and he leaned down to take one in his mouth. She practically screamed at the sensation of him all over her like this.

"Yesss," she moaned as he held onto her hips tightly. "Come inside me," the feel of him inside her felt like nirvana, and she needed her release.

Her words were his undoing and he held her to him as he came inside her, pumping every last drop inside of her. He pulled out of her and triggered her orgasm. The sounds that left her body had him ready for round two already.

She laid on the counter with her arm thrown over her face, barely moving an inch. "Was I too rough?" Elliot became concerned at her quietness.

"No," she chuckled. "Not at all. You don't know much I needed that," she sat up on her elbows. "We left our own engagement party to fuck on our kitchen counter," she laughed loudly.

"Everyone's drunk. I doubt they'll notice we even left," he moved in to kiss her, suckling on her bottom lip. "Plus, this was worth so much more," he smirked.

"I love you," she said. Her arms wrapped his neck and she bit down on her bottom lip. Satisfied more than ever.

"I love you too," he kissed her again. "Let's go shower," he helped her hop off the counter and couldn't help the laugh that escaped when she stumbled. "Need some help?"

"Oh don't flatter yourself," she picked up her romper that was on the floor and headed up the stairs.

Sunday, May 15

The next morning she woke up with the oh so familiar ache between her legs when she stretched. She looked over next to her and couldn't hide the smile that formed when she seen Elliot still sleeping. The clock read 10:30 am and it was the latest she had slept in in years since Cecilia was born. She rolled out of bed and went to shower quickly before sliding on a fresh pair of underwear and a tank top, before going downstairs to start a late breakfast. Olivia felt it was only right to cook their favorite: pancakes. She threw a few pieces of bacon in the oven, and went to find her phone to check on the kids.

Not surprised that the kids were having a blast at their sister's house, she felt relieved when the girls said they would bring the kids home just in time for bed. Olivia loved their kids more than life itself, but this time alone with Elliot was definitely needed. She went to check on the food when she felt familiar hands wrap around her waist.

"Good morning," Elliot planted kisses along her neck and jawline as she stood in front of the stove.

"Good morning indeed," she turned her head the slightest to kiss him. "I made breakfast. All we need is a little coffee."

"I can't believe I woke up to my fiance cooking in the kitchen half naked," he ran his hands from her waist and down her thighs.

"Well don't get used to it. The other day Cecilia asked me 'why my tummy was so squishy?'" she couldn't help but chuckle. Kids were so honest, especially her little one. "So I won't be parading around like this anytime soon."

"That Cecilia is a blunt one, isn't she?" he kissed her temple and went to start the coffee maker.

"Yeah, she is," she began fixing plates for the both of them. "I can't believe she'll be going to school in the fall. She's not a baby anyone."

"You know I was thinking that maybe after the wedding we could try again for another baby?" he hesitated asking. Things had been going so smoothly between them the past few months, he didn't want to do anything to ruin that.

Her body stiffened at his question for only a moment before she continued. "Elliot, I don't know about that…" she grabbed the plates and moved them over to the breakfast bar.

"It's been over a year since-"

"I know," she cut him off sharply. "But it's not that easy to just put my body through that again. I don't think I can handle going through loss again," Elliot joined her with two cups of coffee, moving his chair closer to hers.

"I'm sorry for asking, Liv. I know how hard it's been for you."

"Trust me. Nothing would make me happier than to try again, but I just want to make sure I'm ready for all the highs and the lows," she reached to grab his hand that rested on his knee. "I'm sorry," her voice cracked the slightest.

"No no no, don't you ever feel the need to apologize, okay?" he leaned over to kiss her cheek. "Whenever you're ready. Whether that be a month from now or another year from now," he felt awful for bringing it up at all. "How about we eat this amazing breakfast you made for us, and then go for a walk in the park?"

"I'd love that."

What do you think of Olivia and Elliot 3 years later?