Olivia's Miracle

by Longclaw 1-6

When that time of year approaches, all one desires to be with is family. Olivia never thought she would have a family to spend Christmas with, but she was wrong. A Holiday themed two shot for someone special in my life. EO - as always ;)

2. Two

A/N: Sorry for the late update, but some stuff came up. Anyway, here is the conclusion to Olivia's Miracle.

We have Christmas Eve itself, and the twins have a performance they are starring in. Olivia will have to get them ready, plus she will run in to two characters from another favorite show of mine ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own SVU, or the other two characters I plan on showcasing here.

I hope you all have had a Merry Christmas, and I hope you enjoy this update. Especially my beautiful Sammie :)

Review and enjoy :)

Two

"Stay still Dickie," Olivia fussed, hoping the eight year old would stop squirming so she could fix up his costume. God, he reminded her of Elliot and his ties. How that man couldn't put on a tie by himself drove her up the wall sometimes.

"Oww!" The carbon copy of his dad flinched. "That hurt."

"One more second… aaaand… got it. Easy as that."

"Thanks mommy." Dickie beamed, kissing her on the cheek.

Heart swooning, Olivia drew him in for a hug. "I love you my little munchkin." Pulling back, she marveled over the little boy. He looked so adorable in his shepherd costume. "You look just like your father." The love she held for this family – it was too difficult to put into words.

"Mom!" Her head jerked up at Kathleen's panicked voice. "I need help!"

'A mother's work is never done.' Gliding along the carpet, Olivia wouldn't have traded it for anything in the world.

Despite how it still scared her sometimes.

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Laying out her dress for that night, Olivia's eyes were drawn to the framed photo on Elliot's bedside table. A hand reached out to curl around the smooth wooden frame. Olivia couldn't help the smile on her face at what Elliot always called his favorite picture.

Their first date as a couple. Closing her eyes, Olivia let the memories of that day assault her vision.

"Where are we going El?" Olivia whispered, her hand gripped lightly in his as he dragged her through the dark summer green blanketing Central Park.

"Be patient Liv," Elliot repeated, stopping so he could rest a single finger against his lips. "We'll get there soon enough."

Olivia rolled her eyes. She hated surprises, wishing that he could just tell her the restaurant they were going to and that he not take the scenic route. Her previous dates and lovers did that, upon request or naturally. Elliot had simply chuckled and kissed her lightly when she pointed that out – which worked. 'Damn him,' she thought with a scowl.

Sensing her displeasure, Elliot stopped in his tracks and wrapped his arms around her. "Don't you trust me Benson?"

Sighing, Olivia closed her eyes. "Yes." As a couple she hadn't had much an experience – this being their first date after all – but as her partner she had no doubts in that regard. Only one year in, she felt safe with him watching her back that some decade-long partnerships hadn't acquired. "I trust you Stabler."

"Would I ever deliberately hurt you Liv?"

Hearing her mother's voice scream its assent, that all men would if given the chance, Olivia found it warring with something far stronger. Her chin resting on his shoulder, face buried in his neck, she could smell him. A deep breath brought the wonderful scent into her nose. A contented breath escaped her lips, the scent a titillating mixture of cologne, antibacterial soap, and just plain Elliot.

"Never, you would never hurt me."

A smile playing on his lips, Elliot pulled back and kissed her lightly, smirking at the glossed look in her eyes. "Then come on." Once again he grabbed her hand and continued to tug her forward.

He had been so confident, so sweet. Olivia caressed the smiling Elliot in the picture with her thumb. Even after Kathy had hurt him Elliot tried to give her the perfect date. That was her Elliot, selfless to the end – even to those who didn't deserve it. Like herself.

"Sooo…" Suddenly the suave and confident Elliot Stabler was a bumbling mess. "Do you, umm, like it?"

Looking around, taking in the surroundings, Olivia smiled softly. He had taken her to a secluded spot by the lake, laying out a blanket and a picnic basket for them to enjoy. It was so beautiful, so calming – a welcome change of pace from the exhilaration and pain of their jobs.

"I love it," Olivia said genuinely, leaning in to kiss him sweetly. "Stop being so worried El." She actually found his demeanor quite cute. 'Who knew Elliot Stabler had a sweet, romantic side.' Not waiting for his mood to improve, she kissed him again – Olivia knew she was being bold but she did it anyway, fighting through the insecurity. After a split-second, he kissed her back.

Olivia held the photo to her heart, remembering how it was taken.

"El!" she whispered harshly, blushing bright red.

"Come on Liv," he chided, confidence rushing back to him. "Hey, 'scuse me." He flashed his badge to the mounted Park officer. "Stabler, Special Victims."

"What can I do you for Detective?" the trooper asked, dismounting from his horse.

Smirking at the still embarrassed Olivia, Elliot handed the man a camera. "Do you mind taking our picture?"

A tiny bit shocked, the trooper nevertheless saw the adoration shared by the two. "Sure."

Sitting back next to her, Olivia squealed when Elliot drew her between his legs and back against his chest. "Smile gorgeous," he whispered in her ear.

Taken aback by the pet name – he usually only called her Liv or Benson – Olivia couldn't help but break out into a smile as the flash filled her eyes.

The same smile that she wore on her face at that moment. Elliot Stabler. "My husband." Before him, God, the thought of committing to anyone terrified her. She was nothing special – no one decent would ever want her or not leave her.

But Elliot, he was different. One date with him and she was done, her life set. Wanting to be a mother, though scared stiff of her own upbringing transferring down onto her child, she had immediately become mother to four amazing children. 'What was I thinking?'

Even now, years later, she wondered it. Wondered how one family could have changed Olivia Benson so thoroughly. No one that knew her thought it could be done. Not her friends, not even her mother, her having known she was dating Elliot before she died.

"Mom," Maureen called from the doorway. "We're going to be late."

Hearing her eldest's voice, Olivia knew it was all worth it."

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"Oh thank the Lord," cried the teacher, her young features harried nearly as much as Olivia's would be during a trying case. "Lizzie and Dickie are here. Mrs. Stabler," she looked at Olivia with a look of pure gratefulness. "You dressed them in their costumes, thank you!"

Olivia chuckled, lightening the mood. "No problem. I figured you'd be swamped."

"You don't know the half of it," the teacher laughed grimly. "Wait here guys, I'll be right back." With that she disappeared, barking orders.

"Lexie!" cried Dickie, him and his sister running from Olivia's side. The detective saw them hugging an animated redhead, almost as excited to see them as the other way around.

"So this is the famous Alexis," Olivia said, walking up to the twins' best friend. "Nice to finally meet you."

To her surprise, the girl raised her hand to Olivia in the picture of lady-like grace. "Nice to meet you as well Detective Stabler."

"Alexis?" a smooth male voice called out. Into the bustling backstage emerged a handsome man with dark black hair and the features of a lifelong jokester. "There you are." He kneeled and wrapped Alexis into his arms. "Don't do that again."

"It's ok daddy," the girl responded. "I just wanted to find my friends."

By now Olivia was gaping like a fish. She wasn't normally starstruck – especially with her job – but with the nature of the outing her guard was down. "You're Richard Castle." One of her favorite authors.

The man's smile returned. "At your service. You must be Olivia Stabler. I see that you met Alexis."

"I did, but I didn't think she was your daughter." Olivia dropped her gaze to the twins. "Why didn't you tell me she was Richard Castle's daughter?"

"You didn't ask," the twins said at the same time.

Glaring slightly, Olivia soon found it was time to kiss them goodbye. "Good luck guys. Make mommy and daddy proud."

"We will mommy," Dickie stated, kissing her cheek.

"I'm nervous mommy," Lizzie repeated, a trembling wreck unlike her brother. "I wish daddy were here."

"I know you do pumpkin. I wish he was too." The longing for Elliot never left her whenever he wasn't in visual range. "But he's here in spirit honey. Do your best, and daddy will hear all about it, ok?"

Olivia's natural compassion with the victims extended to her kids tenfold. Lizzie immediately calmed. "Ok mommy."

"That's the spirit, go get em."

Once they were shepherded out of the backstage, Olivia found Castle smiling at her. "No wonder those two talk about you so much."

"Huh?" Olivia asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Alexis keeps telling me about how Lizzie and Dickie talk about you all the time. They really love you." He seemed impressed, parent to parent.

"They mean everything to me," she said truthfully. "Them and their sisters, I love them as if they were my own."

This seemed to puzzle Castle, the playboy smile from the tabloids dropping into a curious frown. "They aren't yours?"

"No," Olivia replied sadly as they made their way into the auditorium of St. Thomas' Academy. "Their biological mother left Elliot, their father, years ago. I married him earlier this year. I'm their stepmom."

Understanding crept onto Castle's face, the author nodding. "I get it." He smiled warmly, a real smile as opposed to his famous half-smirks. "Your husband is a lucky man."

"I'm the lucky one." Looking for Maur and Katie, she found them both in deep conversation with their friends. "I guess we have time to kill," she joked. "I am really looking forward to the new Derick Storm novel. You have a gift."

Castle waved the praise off. "You are too kind Detective. Since your twins and Alexis are friends." He dropped his voice to a whisper. "I could get you a free, signed copy before the official release date."

"Oh," she replied, not trying to sound too excited – with her job, there wasn't much to alleviate the filth. Her reading was one of the few things she had. "Thank you Mr. Castle."

"Oh Please, just call me Castle detective."

"Olivia would be fine," she smirked. No force on earth or heaven could tear her away from Elliot – he had ruined her for other men – but the father of her kids' best friend seemed like a decent man. She and Elliot needed more friends outside of the precinct or DA's office.

"To tell you the truth though, I may be running out of ideas for Derick Storm."

"Really? That's too bad."

Castle shrugged. "He's getting too predictable, if you know what I mean. I can't be surprised by him anymore." He ran a hand through his hair. "And I have no ideas for what could come next." His eyes suddenly twinkled. "Any chance I could shadow your precinct Olivia? Maybe that could jar the writing juices."

Olivia laughed. 'Munch would love this guy.' "Much as that would liven the place up, Special Victims doesn't sound like the right place for you. We deal with rapes and crimes involving children."

"Oh." Castle gulped, obviously slightly queasy at the thought. "You're probably right." The twinkle returned though. "That still gives me an idea. Thank you Olivia." He smiled at her.

"Glad I could help." 'Pity the poor detectives that get stuck with him,' she thought. He was a nice guy, but to work with he'd be a handful.

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"My dear Mary," Dickie said on stage, Olivia watching intently at her son's performance. "Are you alright?"

"Joseph," replied a smiling Alexis, clearly inheriting her grandmother's acting skills. "My son is born." Above her the stage light twinkled, all the cast members – the twins' classmates – keeling for the Messiah's birth.

Stepping onto the stage, Lizzie walked to the middle, dressed as a sheer angel. Hesitantly, she cleared her throat. Eyes locked with her mother's, seeming to give her the confidence to start.

"Oh come all ye faithful,

Joyful and triumphant,"

Olivia gasped softly. She had no idea Lizzie had such a beautiful voice.

"Come and behold him

Born the King of Angels:

Tears in her eyes, she hated that Elliot was missing this. There was no doubt in her mind that there wasn't a dry eye in the auditorium.

"O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him,

Christ the Lord."

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Red and gold wrapping paper, a silver bow adorning the top. Olivia placed the last of Dickie's presents underneath the tree, smiling tiredly at a job well done. 'Dickie, check; Lizzie, check.' Her eyes drifted to the right side of the tree. "Maur, check; Katie, check; stockings, check."

A yawn chose that moment to rip through her, mouth rivaling a lion in form and width. Fatigue closed upon her, tinged with sadness. Her kids were her life, but she missed Elliot. She wrapped her arms around her, warding off the lonely chill. He was her heart and soul, his absence leaving a hole which dug painfully at her every second he wasn't by her side. This was supposed to be their first Christmas together. A tear cascaded down her cheek.

Staring off at the glittering star adorning the Stabler family tree, Olivia didn't notice the figure slinking toward her until the arms wrapped around her waist. Gasping, instinctually an elbow rammed backward right into her would be assailant's stomach. With an oof he fell to the floor. Olivia spun around, arms raised for a fight.

Eyes immediately widened. "Elliot?" The black hole in her heart, present since he disappeared past security at JFK days ago, patched itself immediately at the sight of her husband.

Rubbing his throbbing abdomen, Elliot chuckled dryly. "Still Badass Benson I see."

"El!" Not waiting, not wanting to wait, as soon as he was in a standing position she had thrown herself into his arms. His strong, comforting arms. Olivia knew she was home.

The excruciating vice crushing his soul vanished at the first whiff of Olivia's intoxicating scent. Elliot was crying now, his tears mixing with hers. He had only been gone for about five days, but to him it felt like an eternity. He was joined to this woman, joined for the rest of his life.

"You're back," she breathed, not wanting to leave his embrace. "You came back to me."

"You don't think I would miss Christmas with you did you?" he replied, not loosening his grip. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Neither of them knew who kissed the other first. Time passed by in a blur, whole blocks of seconds disappearing into thin air. Soon, the two of them found themselves in their bedroom, clothes clawed off and lips locked in a frenzied struggle. Bodies were entertained, the couple needing to be as close as possible. They wanted each other. They needed each other.

Still kissing, Elliot collapsed onto the bed, taking Olivia with him. She fell onto him in a soft heap, nipples digging into the skin of his chest. Both moaned at the intense sensation. Trailing along the glorious golden skin, his lips trailed from her neck to the ample breasts dangling deliciously above.

"Fuck," Olivia murmured as Elliot latched his mouth to her nipple. Teeth sucked in on her lower lip, biting to restrain the sensations shooting from her nipples to her core. Elliot's tongue laved at the dusky point, almost as a newborn baby in his desperation, index and middle fingers pinching and tugging her other between them.

"El, El, El," she whimpered. Once he switched buds, she couldn't stand it anymore. With a growl, she flipped them over, hands tailing along his bulging biceps. Her husband's weight on her felt amazing. The way he hovered above, it sent chills down her spine.

Grinning at her actions, Elliot licked a single trail down her gorgeous, curvy body. Down her chest, along her stomach, dipping into her navel, and over her hip, the wet appendage blazed a heated trail – leaving goosebumps in its wake. Stopping, he hovered over the pink heaven ready for him. "Do you want it Liv?" he asked, a twinkle in his eye.

Olivia moaned throatily, buking her hips. "Yes El! Enough with the teasing!" She wanted him. He was so close to where she wanted.

Marveling once more at her shaved mound, Elliot dove in. His tongue licked a single trail up her slit, groaning at the ambrosia he found. 'So delicious,' he thought, wrapping lips around her clit. Flicking his tongue on the throbbing nub, his fingers speared into her, curling as he thrusted them in and out.

This was too much for Olivia. She hadn't waited so long for him to let this happen. Clutching his head with her persistent grip, Olivia dragged her speechless husband back to her face, kissing him. The taste of her on his tongue brought on yet another moan. "Please El," she whispered, praying he understood.

There was no doubt he wouldn't. Battling her tongue for dominance, Elliot cupped her breasts and kneaded rhythmically. Her pleasurable purrs against his mouth only spurred him on. A hand drifted to clasp his member. "Are you sure Liv?" he asked, breaking the kiss and staring into her luscious browns.

Brown eyes were darkened black in supreme lust. "Oh God yes!" she husked. "I need you! I need you inside me!"

Elliot lined up at her entrance. "Do you want me gorgeous?" His mind was fogged right now, the electricity of their arousal covering their joined skin in an intense tingle. Magic, his wife was magic.

Pressing her hips into him, forcing his tip to slide inside her entrance, Olivia screamed her want. "Yes El. I want you! I always want you!" She pushed downward, taking all of him inside her. "Take me baby!"

Clenching his teeth, Elliot began his powerful thrusts. "So tight, fuck," he gasped, pushing through the vice her walls had around him. Prying his eyes open, he stared at wonder at the moaning form beneath him. "You are. God. So. Beautiful." She was – a goddess.

Her hips matching him thrust for thrust, Olivia could barely keep from screaming his name. "Fuck El," she hissed through clenched teeth. Nails clawed at his back, her eyes locking with his stormy blues. "Fuck me El. Faster. Harder." She wrapped an arm around his head and drew him in for a hungry kiss.

Elliot could never say no to his Olivia. Growling into her inviting cavern, he picked up the pace. Skin slapped against skin as the smell of sweat and sex permeated in the air. Braking the kiss, unable to stop the scream that was bubbling up, Olivia sank her teeth into Elliot's shoulder. The violent cries muffled themselves in the thick muscles she adored.

The pain was like a livewire through Elliot's system. "Fuck Liv, fuck!" He pounded into her, almost violently. "Say you're mine Liv!" A deep thrust slammed into a spot that made her see stars. "Say it!"

There was something about Elliot Stabler, how the most frenzied of fucks could still send love washing through Olivia – they never fucked, they always made love. No matter the type, she could always feel his adoration of her.

Regardless of the physical sensations, this was what caused her to lose all control. "I'm yours baby!" she cried, the pleasure almost painful for Olivia. "I'm yours forever! God El!" She could feel it, feel the edge fast approaching. "El, I'm coming! EL!"

Sensations ripping through him, Elliot almost cried out in pain himself as she melted around him, inner walls milking him hard. He could barely push through the tightness. "Fuck, Gah! LIV!" Eyes fluttered shut – seed spilling inside her.

Completely spent, flipped over so she was resting on him, Olivia placed feather light kisses upon Elliot's hard chest. Sighing contentedly, she nuzzled her nose into him. "Merry Christmas El."

Eyes watering, Elliot dropped a searing kiss on her sweat soaked hair. "Merry Christmas Liv. I love you." He did, with everything he had.

"I love you too." Her world complete, safe in the arms of her soulmate, Olivia drifted off into her slumber.

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Scrambling on the hardwood floors sheathing the floor of the hallway, the twins burst into their parents' room with grins on their faces and twinkles in their eyes. "Mommy! Mommy!" they yelled excitedly, the rapture of Christmas morning tinging their voices. "Wake up!"

When Dickie leapt onto the lumpy blankets, both Stablers were in for a rude awakening. Instead of the warm, firm body of their stepmother, all that met them were the blankets and bedsheets. "Mommy?" Lizzie called out, puzzled at Olivia's disappearance. "Where are you?"

"What's going on?" Maureen asked from the doorway, tying her bathrobe closed with Kathleen peeking in behind her. "Where's mom?"

Before the twins could answer a voice called from the living room. "Kids! Down here! Santa came."

The sparkle in their eyes returning, Lizzie and Dickie practically leapt down each step in their joyous frenzy – their sisters were far more reserved, a hallmark of increasing age.

Hearing the patter of the twins' feet, Olivia grinned and watched them run in. "Surprise! Look who Santa brought," she announced, gesturing to the tall figure standing alongside her by the tree.

Faced with what to them was a Christmas miracle, Lizzie and Dickie squealed with joy. "Daddy!"

Elliot kneeled, pitching back as two bodies slammed into him, wrapping their arms around his waist. "Merry Christmas guys," he whispered through the happy tears blazing down his face.

"Santa brought you," Lizzie whispered, melting her father's heart.

"I knew he would," Dickie added.

"Dad!"

"Daddy!"

Teenage angst swept aside by the magic of the special day, Maureen and Kathleen joined in the paternal hug. "I missed you all so much," Elliot rasped, kissing each of his beloved children on their heads. "I love you."

"We love you too daddy," Maureen whispered, feeling herself drawn back ten years to childhood Christmases long before – where she and her daddy and mommy… "Uh, dad," she reminded in a low voice.

Picking up on her hints, Elliot shifted his eyes to rest on Olivia, his gorgeous wife watching the paternal scene with unshed tears, a smile playing on her lips. Elliot extended his hand.

Olivia then found herself wedged in the middle of the hug. Sighing happily, she snuggled in the tender embrace of her husband, feeling safe and loved wrapped in her family.

A chuckle escaped Elliot's lips. "Well this is… festive," he remarked at the living room rug, strewn with the multi-colored scraps of ripped wrapping paper.

Giggling – yes, she was surprised too considering her entire life before Elliot – Olivia buried her back further into her husband. "It is isn't it?" Biting her lip, Olivia's eyes shifted to her son. "Dickie, honey."

"Yes mommy," said Dickie, his Lego TIE Fighter box clutched to his chest.

"I think there is one more present left to give. Check daddy's stocking."

"Liv," Elliot said, dropping a kiss to her neck. "You don't have to."

Olivia ignored him, watching the young Stabler fish through the colorfully decorated stocking emblazoned with a gold "El." Dickie trotted over. "Here you go mommy," he said with a smile, handing her a small package.

"Merry Christmas El," she told him, handing him the gift.

"Pretty small gorgeous," Elliot smirked, ripping at the wrapping paper. Eyes widened at the sight.

"A white stick?" Kathleen couldn't help but ask incredulously. "What does that have to do with… Why is there a blue line at the end?"

Three times Elliot opened his mouth to say something, and three times any response died on his tongue. All he could do was stare at his wife, mouth gaping like a fish out of water. "You're… you're…" he finally stammered, dropping his hands to her stomach.

"Yes baby," Olivia whispered, a massive weight lifted on her shoulders now that he knew. "We're having a baby. Merry Christmas El." As his lips descended to capture hers, Olivia knew at this moment that she truly had her miracle.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed my little Christmas story. Liv and Elliot deserve their Christmas Miracle, and I enjoyed giving it to them :)

The date was fun to write. It allowed me to bring in some of Olivia's insecurities from the show. She still suffers from them, but a loving family and adoring husband has polished the rough edges somewhat. She just needs to always know someone loves her.

The many SVU/Castle fans probably liked how I put Castle and Alexis in. While I love Beckett, it was much too early to bring her in. Sorry. However, seems like Olivia greased the wheels for a far earlier meeting between them. Who doesn't love Olivia?

If that scene seemed a bit OOC, remember everyone needs their hobbies. Especially with that job, downtime to forget everything and relax would be crucial. I could see her liking Castle's books.

Now, for the person I wrote this two-shot for: to my beautiful girlfriend, Merry Christmas Sammie. You are amazing.

God Bless

Alex