Chapter 2
"Kids! Hurry up! I'd like to get a table in the next half hour!" Elliot paced his living room, waiting for his twins to finish doing whatever it is they did to get ready. They're ten years old, how much work did they have to do?
Olivia walked into the living room casually putting on a pair of earrings. She looked stunning tonight. She always looked stunning. Today, she let her brown hair hand down with a little wave look. He thought she looked best that way. She smiled when she saw him.
"Calm down El, they're kids." She placed a light kiss on his cheek. "And why do we have to go out anyway, we just had Applebee's two days ago." He shrugged off the question. He himself was getting tired of the place. He went there everyday for lunch. Even though Applebee's wasn't anywhere near where he worked, Mr. Munch had his head every time he showed up for work late. Not that he really cared.
"No offense, Liv, but you're a bad cook," he grabbed her around the waist. "I'll do anything if it means I don't have to eat your cooking for another night." She slapped him playfully in the chest.
"Ass," he pulled her closely and kissed her passionately. But it wasn't nearly as great as he had always felt. He was too preoccupied. They finally broke apart. "Why did I ever agree to marry you?"
Elliot shrugged. "I blew you away with my skills in the bedroom." She laughed out loud at that.
"You're really not that great Stabler." She pulled away from him and strutted back into the kitchen. Ouch, that was mean. But only Olivia was able to get away with talk like that.
Dickie and Elizabeth finally ran downstairs. They looked exactly the same as they always did. Elliot had a feeling they had been ready for the last half hour, they were just upstairs playing video games. By the happy look on Elizabeth's face and the sad, miserable one of Dickie's, he would say Elizabeth kicked Dickie's butt.
"You two ready now?" They nodded. "Ok, then let's go." He slapped his hands together and tried to throw his family out the door, but he didn't' want to seem too eager. Olivia was the first out the door. She ushered their children out behind her. Elliot followed closely behind them.
"Are you really going to wear that?"Olivia asked Elliot as they walked down the front steps. Elliot looked down at himself.
"What's wrong with it?"
"I hate that shirt." Elliot rolled his eyes. He happened to like this shirt. It was a dark green button down shirt. It was very stylish. To him.
"Well, you're not the one wearing it," he responded a little more angrily than he had intended. Olivia didn't seem to notice.
"Maybe not but I'm the one who has to be seen with you." Elliot decided to end the conversation. He wasn't in the mood to fight with her. He was hungry, and he just wanted to go to the restaurant. He climbed into the driver's seat, Olivia next to him. He had pulled out of the parking lot before Olivia spoke again. "El, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like a bitch." He just shrugged.
"It's fine."
"No, it's not. Elliot," she grabbed his hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. "I love you. And that hideous shirt." he chuckled at that.
Suddenly he was hit with a pang of guilt. What was he doing? He was taking his family to a restaurant so he could stare at the pretty bartender. He loved his wife, so why was he so infatuated with that woman? She was pretty, to be sure. Quite possibly prettier than Olivia. But big deal, there's been many women he's seen who were prettier than Olivia. Never once had he even thought about taking his family to the place she works so he could flirt with her.
He pulled into the Applebee's parking lot. The ride to the restaurant was quiet between him and Olivia. The kids were loud and obnoxious, as usual. But he was too busy thinking about his guilt to really notice.
Elliot, Olivia, Dickie and Elizabeth walked into the restaurant. The lighting was dim, but it had the right effect for the restaurant. All of the walls were covered in different pictures and old instruments. Elliot's eyes immediately went to the bar. Then he spotted her.
Her hair was down this time, she kept it out of her face, somehow, but it still had the same wave that he loved. But it wasn't just her hair. He completely looked different. Like she was trying to look pretty. Her eyes had that smokey look that Olivia was always fond of. Her lips were glossy, and a bright pink. Her outfit was breathtaking. She wore a sexy black halter top, with a matching choker around her neck. She was stunning.
She turned to the door with a hopeful look on her beautiful face. She caught his eye and her hopeful look turned into a beaming smile. Did he sense a look of relief on her face? No, he must be seeing something.
She quickly waved at him, and suddenly, his guilt disappeared immediately.
Tada! Ok, so now, I have got two reviews for this story so far, and both of them told me I had balls for writing a ED story. Now, thank you for your positive reviews, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review! I do accept flames.
