A/N: Thanks for the reviews, I read everyone's feedback and I'm so excited to be continuing this! Lol, the end of this one made me laugh. Hope you like! Oh, and btw, Elliot still works in SVU, but after Liv had her baby, she didn't want to work SVU anymore. (maybe I'll do a flashback scene?) and now she works part time in homicide. Okay, enjoy!

Olivia inserted her keys into the lock on the door, and ungracefully fell through the threshold, all the while juggling two coffees, a bag of groceries, and her purse. As she deposited her errands on the kitchen counter, she kept an ear trained toward the living room, from where she could hear sounds of her son giggling. His little bursts of laughter were showered with 'Dada, no!' and 'It tickles me, it tickles me, Dada!' She smiled to herself, happy that her husband and her son were enjoying each other's company. She was also glad that Elliot was home before dinner, a rare treat that she was planning to make the most of.

She proceeded to put her groceries in their respective cupboards and the fridge, and then took out a fry pan, dousing it with oil and preparing to sauté her vegetables. She pressed the power button on the small portable radio beside the microwave, and was pleased to hear a song that she recognized playing. As she milled about the kitchen, she hummed absently along to the tune.

Olivia was pleasantly surprised when she felt a pair of warm arms wrap around her waist from behind. Elliot hooked his chin over her shoulder and observed what she was doing.

"That smells really good, Liv," he said, humming his agreement with her choice of meal.

"Why, thank you," she replied, a grin on her face. She placed the cover on the fry pan, and then turned in his embrace to face him. "You're home early tonight."

"Yeah, Cragen cut us loose for the time being," he answered, with a sigh of relief. "I'm so wiped I could sleep for days," Elliot said, closing his eyes and dropping his forehead to her shoulder, kissing it lightly.

"Nothing compared to how tired you will be when I'm done," she smiled, deviously.

"Olivia," he said, clucking his tongue, chuckling. He reached down and patted her bottom affectionately.

Olivia grinned and brought her hand to the back of his neck, directing his lips to hers. "I'm just happy you're home for dinner," she murmured against his mouth. The kiss was slow, sensual, and when a crackling noise was heard from the fry pan behind her, Olivia gave him two chaste kisses before turning to tend to her meal.

"Mama!" Came a small voice from behind them, and three seconds later there was a thump against her legs as Max ran and gave her a hug, wrapping his little arms around her thighs.

"Hey, honey, how's it going?" Olivia asked, reaching down to pat his blond head.

"Good! D'ja know what, Mama?"

"What, sweet pea?"

"Dada an' me played da tickle game!"

"And did you make your Daddy laugh?" She asked, sharing a smile with Elliot.

"Yeah, cause he's very ticklish on his tummy," Max said, excitedly.

"Sounds like you two had fun," she replied, moving away from her family to get the rice out of the pantry.

She turned around to see that Max had gone back into the living room, and had plunked down on the couch in front of the television. She could barely make out the "In The Night Garden" theme song. That show was her worst enemy, and she was so gracefully blessed to have her son take special interest in it. So, every day, at six-thirty…

"So I talked to Sparinza from the two-four at lunch," Elliot started, leaning back against the counter and watching his wife.

"Who?"

"You know, that guy with the weird tie at the New Year's party…?" Elliot hinted.

"The one who got so drunk he couldn't come to work for two days?" She asked, arching her eyebrows at him. "El, he's a bad influence," she frowned, playing.

"Sorry, Mom," was Elliot's teasing reply.

"Anyways, continue," Olivia said, with a laugh.

"He says he's getting shit from his boss because he's not meeting the required number of hours worked this month," Elliot said, with a general snort.

"Yeah? He's gotta get his ass moving, then, that's hard to get in shit for, he a slacker?"

Elliot chuckled. "Liv, his wife had a baby three weeks ago."

"Oh," she blushed, biting her lip. "We'll have to send a card."

"He says he never wants to see another 'it's a girl' card again… apparently his wife insists on faming them and putting a collection of them on their dresser…" Elliot said with a chuckle.

"Aren't you glad I didn't do something like that?" Olivia replied, with a grin. "I tucked them all away in boxes, but I still have the cards, El, if you like the idea," she teased, with a wink.

"Hmmm, as tempting as it sounds," he said, approaching her, "I think I'll pass on that one." Elliot gently collected the silky strands of her hair in his fist, making a loose ponytail, playing lovingly with her hair.

"El, I'm cooking," she rolled her eyes, giving him a bump with her hip.

"And?"

"And, it would be gross for my hair to wind up in your food, wouldn't it?"

Elliot pretended to consider it. "I suppose. And here I was, trying to be nice…" he mumbled, fingers slipping up the front of her top.

"Oh, quit that," she giggled, giving him a light kick in the shin.

"Ow!" He exclaimed, winking at her. "My ego and my body! What's next, shall I sleep on the couch?" He said, feigning hurt, and unsuccessfully hiding a smirk.

"Oh, no, Mr. Stabler, you are most definitely sleeping in my bed tonight…among other things," she said, turning her back once more to the meal she was making.

"Oh, really?" He played along, sideling up to his wife, and massaging her shoulders. She hummed her appreciation, his calloused hands working magic.

"Yes. And we're closing the door this time."

He laughed remembering the time that Max had interrupted. "That was not my fault," he chuckled.

"MmmHmm, sure."

LATER

"Hey, you going into the city tomorrow?" Elliot asked, as he towel dried a plate Olivia had just handed him.

"Maybe, we'll see if Max is up to it," she answered. "Why?"

"I was planning on fixing that damned leaking faucet in the bathroom, but the thingy for the screwdriver isn't right."

"You mean the metal part on the end?"

"Yeah, that."

"El, there's a whole toolbox in the hall closet. There's got to be one in there, no?"

"I checked, babe, and there ain't no screwdriver that works in there."

She sighed. "Well, I suppose Max needs rain boots anyway. Give me the model and I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks, Liv."

She sighed, overdramatically, grinning. "You're Welcome."

Max had been put to bed about an hour ago, and they'd watched the end of the hockey game on television before the dishes could no longer be ignored.

"I'd like to get a dishwasher someday, ya know?" Olivia said, contemplating their clean dishes.

"Oh yeah? I'll let you know when my next paycheck comes, hon."

"I'm just saying, it would be useful!" she defended herself.

"And there's not much wrong in doing it the old fashioned way, either, Liv."

She shook her head. "You were never one for spending money, were you?"

He laughed. "You love me."

LATER

"Are you almost done?" Elliot complained, lying beside her in their bed, her beside lamp still on as she read her book.

"Just finishing the chapter, darling, be patient," she grinned and sighed.

"I've waited since Wednesday," he whined, rubbing his hand in circles on her stomach, under she tank top.

Olivia, never taking her eyes off her novel, reached over and rubbed her two fingers together near his face. "You know what this is, dear?"

"What, Liv."

"It's the world's smallest violin," she laughed, "playing a sad song, just for you."

He grumbled and swatted at her fingers.

"Careful," she warned, "I may just decide that I'm tired after all."

"You wouldn't," he grinned, and nibbled lovingly on her earlobe. "C'mon, Liv, it really sucks being less interesting than your book."

"It's the best part, now be quiet," she shushed him, turning on her side.

He groaned, and then smiled to himself, as he rolled over and spooned tightly against her, letting her feel his impatience. He barely contained his laughter when he felt her tense and gasp quietly.

"Still wanna read?" He asked, kissing and sucking on her nape.

She took a deep breath, and then stretched her arms out, arching her back, yawning. "Ya know darling, I think this chapter can wait until tomorrow." She grinned and lifter her torso from the bed, reaching over to place her book on the bedside table, and to extinguish her lamp.

"Leave it on, babe," Elliot whispered, snaking his arms under her shirt.

A/N: So…should this be a one-shot, or a two-shot? ya know what a two shot might ensue...;)