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A/N: First of all... can I ask for no more harsh comments? If you don't like it, why'd you read it? And if you're not going to say something nice, then please don't say anything at all... Because you guys are the only people that get to read my writing (which is a very personal part of me). You guys are also the only people who don't judge me because of my obsession with this show...

Now, with that said, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. ^_^

"Cap?" Elliot asked, knocking on Cragen's open office door later the next day.

"What is it detective?" he asked, not bothering to look up.

He shifted nervously. "Where's Olivia?" he finally asked.

Cragen looked up at him. That's not the words he'd been expecting to come out of Elliot's mouth. He had expected it to be something about the case. He simply knit his brow, still slightly confused. "She called in a sick day… Why?"

Elliot scratched the back of his neck absently. "Oh, no reason. Thanks," he said, leaving the office. He knew she wasn't sick, he knew something was wrong... but his mind never even fell to what the actual reason might be…

He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and barely kept from running to his car. He got in and revved the engine, thinking about how old this car actually was, and how he needed a new one. Those thoughts all fell away as soon as he pulled away. He raced to Olivia's building.

Running to the third story, Elliot frantically knocked on her door. "Olivia?" he called. "Olivia!" No answer came from inside. He slumped against the wall across from her door, sighing sadly.

Then, suddenly, and as luck would have it, a soft humming came from the stairwell. Elliot turned his head to look at the source of the noise. A familiar figure appeared, fumbling with her keys. She had a bright smile on her face. Elliot grinned, too. "Olivia," he sighed softly.

Then she looked up and saw him. Her smile dropped and she froze. "Elliot… What are you doing here?" Her voice became slightly sterner.

"I wanted to know why you'd called in a sick day, because I knew you weren't sick," he said.

Olivia walked past him, unlocking her door and pushing it open. "It's really none of your business." She dropped her purse on the side table by the door before heading into the kitchen. It fell open and Elliot couldn't keep himself from looking inside.

He pulled out her appointment book and flipped open to today's date. OB Appointment, it read in her curly handwriting. A crisply folded picture fell from between the pages and Elliot picked it up, putting the appointment book aside. He unfolded the picture and his jaw dropped.

It was an ultrasound… Dated today…

Olivia suddenly stepped back into the room, her hands full of the alcohol from her cabinets. "Do you want some -" She stopped mid-sentence when she saw Elliot holding the picture. "What are you doing with that?" she hissed quietly, setting the alcohol on every available surface as she made her way to Elliot. She snatched the photo from him. "That is none of your business!"

"Isn't it?" he asked, looking up at her with hurt filled eyes. He looked like a puppy that had just been kicked. "How far along are you?"

She dropped her eyes. She turned around and went to pick up the alcohol again, not answering his question. "So, uh..." she began, her voice shaking slightly. "You don't want any of this, right?"

He didn't answer.

"Okay, I'll just toss it." She disappeared into the kitchen again. Elliot followed her, his eyes still full of pain. She poured the contents of the alcohol down the sink and tossed the bottles in the recycling. She leaned over the sink, not showing Elliot her obvious tears. She sniffled softly.

"From that picture and that chest…" Olivia chuckled slightly, pulling her shirt close around her swollen breasts. He grinned, too. They both knew that he knew this procedure all too well. "I'd guess about four months… And you've only been seeing Noah for… what? Three months? Have you even slept with him?" He paused. "That would make it mine, wouldn't it…?" His voice was soft, not accusing.

Olivia took a deep breath and turned to face him. Her eyes and cheeks were red from crying and Elliot winced… there it was again, he made her cry again… She nodded as she bit her bottom lip.

Elliot couldn't keep his happiness down, and a bright smile crept across his face. He leapt from his seat and threw his arms around Olivia. "Livvie," he sighed happily. "Oh, Liv." He pulled back and looked at her, a huge smile across his face. Olivia smiled back at him.

"I just found out last night… I was going to tell you tomorrow… I was going to tell you that," she paused and took a deep breath, "I was going to give you a second chance."

And at those words, at this moment, Elliot Stabler – the strongest man – gave into his weakness and started crying. He dropped to his knees and cupped her stomach in his hands, kissing it gently. "Hey, baby," he choked out.

"Are you ready to do this again?" Olivia asked him rather playfully, her tears falling away.

He looked up to her, grinning. He sneered up at her playfully. It was going to go back to normal now… everything would be just like it was before. Except not. They were having a baby… Elliot and Olivia were having a baby. It was more than his mind could comprehend.

"This might make it a little hard to not tell the gang… To keep the IAB off our ass, as well."

"Well, I'm not getting a new partner," Olivia said simply.

Elliot grinned and kissed her stomach again. "No morning sickness?" he asked, nuzzling her flat stomach with his nose.

She shook her head. "No morning sickness, no nothing. I've only been more tired than usual. I heard that might mean it's a boy," she said with a grin.

Elliot stood, looking down at her with that same smile spread wide across his face. He raised a hand and cupped her cheek, rubbing it gently with his thumb. His face was full of a tender look. He leaned down and kissed her deeply.

Olivia pulled away and leaned into his chest, hugging him tightly. She nuzzled close to him. He rested his chin on top of her head. Like a puzzle piece, her head fit perfectly into the crook of his neck, like it was always supposed to be there. "I've missed you so much, El," she whispered.

"I know," he whispered back. "I have too." He kissed the top of her head softly.

Olivia's eyes fluttered open just as the rising sun flooded through her windows. She blinked several times, adjusting to the new light. Then she smiled, remembering last night… Then she rolled over and found the bed next to her empty, though the covers had been pulled back like someone had slept there. She put her hand over the space and found it was still warm. She smiled again and pushed herself up, dragging herself to the kitchen.

"Hey sleepy-head," Elliot chuckled, kissing her forehead. "You can't have anymore coffee, so I got you some orange juice," he said, handing her the glass.

She frowned at it. "I'd rather have grape." She pouted up at him.

"Well all you have is orange. I'll get you some grape after work today. Which, by the way," he started as he walked away, his arm around Olivia's waist, "you'll have to tell Cragen, and he'll put you straight on desk."

Olivia pouted again, sipping idly at her orange juice.

As the couple pulled up and entered the building, Elliot nudged Olivia. She looked unwillingly at him, but reluctantly stepped into Cragen's office, shutting the door behind her.

Elliot sighed, sitting down at his desk. Fin spied him from across the room, watching him carefully over his cup of coffee.

"Where are we on the Maggie Shepherd case?" Elliot asked as he flipped through the file.

"Same place we were last night," Fin sighed, sitting down at his desk.

Olivia then came out of Cragen's office, blushing madly. Cragen followed her out, standing in his doorway. "Elliot," he said loudly. "Office." And with that, he disappeared back into his office.

Elliot looked to Olivia and she shrugged, falling into her chair. Elliot stood and entered Cragen's office, shutting the door. "Cap'n?" he asked unsurely.

"Olivia says that she's refusing a new partner, and that you two will be able to keep your personal life out of your work. I hope the same goes for you."

Elliot nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Good, because I don't want to split up my best detectives." He smiled slightly.

Since Cragen didn't have any kids, he thought of his detectives as his adopted children. He only wanted the best for them…

As Elliot and Olivia lay on the couch that evening, Elliot stroking her flat stomach softly, they discussed names. And the conversation eventually drifted to Noah, and what was going to happen.

"I don't know," Olivia sighed.

"You're not the cheating type, Liv. And I don't want to be the man you cheat with…"

She played idly with his fingers. "I know… But El," she sighed, rolling over in his arms to face him. "He's just so perfect."

Elliot looked down into her eyes for a long moment. Those chocolate brown eyes that stole his heart so many years ago… "You don't love him," he stated simply.

She looked away. "That doesn't matter… He's the perfect man…"

"Not for you," he informed her quietly.

Her eyes shot back up to him and she grinned. "You're right. You're the perfect man for me." She nodded. "I'll do it, then."

He kissed her forehead. "Good for you."

She leaned against him, shutting her eyes. She reluctantly drifted into her dreams, because her reality was finally better than her dreams… Because she finally had him... For good, this time.

A/N: Fluuufff! ^_^ Please R&R (but only nice things, please!). Tell me how you liked it (and how you all knew it was Elliot's). ;)