A/N- This is chapter four, and it's my last update before school starts! Yikes!

Disclaimer- The people in the white coats think they're not mine. I want a second opinion!

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Story Summary- It was as if his life had become a game, and he was playing for keeps. Sequel to Possessions. EO.

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Food was ordered and a celebration regarding Olivia's return started in earnest. She wasn't allowed to leave the room without someone following her, it seemed. Addie was doing her best to charm everyone in the room, and each person approached Olivia at least once that night to request that aunt or uncle was added to their name. She happily agreed.

Munch seemed to be especially taken by the little girl, ticking her and making her laugh. Elliot alternated between hovering by her and by Liv, keeping them both under his gaze. Melinda complimented her on how well her daughter acted and looked, and Fin was telling her stories. Almost all of the attention in the room was focused on Adelaide, and to be honest, it wasn't entirely unexpected. There would be a time, Liv figured, where all that inquisitive energy would be back on her, and there would be questions asked that she really didn't want to answer.

Only George Huang, it seemed, didn't seem to be getting in on the games involved with the four-year-old. He greeted her and became her uncle, of course, but he had taken a seat and was keenly observing the scene in front of him, apparently thinking very hard.

"Penny for your thoughts," Olivia said, sliding into the seat beside her. After checking that Addie was safe in the arms of Elliot, with Casey and Fin close by, she had poured herself a glass of soda and noticed the shrink sitting alone.

"She seems to be adjusting well," Huang replied, nodding towards the child, who was now being tickled mercilessly.

"She's comfortable around everyone. I'm glad that she likes SVU, and SVU likes her."

"She's four, right? I overheard her telling Elliot that her birthday was in May..." His voice trailed off and danger signs flashed in her head.

"George..." she warned.

"You were miserable when Elliot left five years ago. Then, a month after he's taken off, you disappear. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out, Liv. Eventually they're all going to connect the dots. Does Elliot know?" he asked.

"Of course he knows!" she snapped, but then she softened. "I'm sorry. He knows. He found out today and...he's going to be a part of her life."

"And does that make you feel nervous? Scared?"

"You shrinking me?" she asked him, a grim smile on her face. He shrugged. "I'm happy. Elliot's a good man, a good father, and he'll be good with Addie."

"So...happiness is the only thing you feel?" he pressed.

"I'm nervous, too. I'm going to try and work things out with Elliot." She fumbled with the half-full soda cup in her hands and refused to meet the physiatrist's eyes.

"You seem to be friendly enough with him already..."

"Not like that. We're going to try a different kind of relationship," she admitted.

"A romantic relationship?" he asked. She nodded once, letting out a breath she didn't know she had been holding in.

"And are you doing this for the sake of your daughter?"

"What? No! Households like that will ultimately self-destruct, I know that. I just...I mean, I still..." She waited, struggling for the right words. George waited, letting her find the answer herself.

"I think that I'm still in love with Elliot. I spent five years trying to hate him, but I guess it didn't work. I'm still in love with Elliot."

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Adelaide started nodding off at around nine thirty that night, resting peacefully on her mother's lap. Once her eyes closed, everyone gathered their chairs around Olivia and sat down for an adult talk. Elliot, of course, was seated right next to her, able to see her and the sleeping face of his youngest daughter.

"You have such a sweet little girl," Melinda said, by way of opening up that inevitable conversation.

"I can't take all the credit," Olivia replied. "She really didn't give me any problems. I don't know where she became so well behaved."

"But you must've taught her well. She's polite and quiet. Hell, she even likes Munch, and we all know how much of an achievement that is," Fin joked, and the others chuckled.

"I resent that. I'll have you know that I'm now her beloved Uncle Munchy," retorted Munch.

"That's hard to believe," Elliot mumbled.

"Okay, cut it out. We're happy that you're back, Liv. And we're even happier that you're happy." Cragen, ever the leader of the group, raised his glass of seltzer, and all the glasses in the room went up as well.

Olivia tried to suppress a yawn after she took a sip of her tea, but Elliot caught her.

"Maybe it's time I took the both of you home," he suggested.

"I think that's a good idea."

Goodnights and goodbyes were said, with the promise that she would stop by the precinct the next day, and bring Adelaide, of course.