So, I'm still not in ownership of the law and order characters but I do own any unrecognizable ones. I would appreciate if you guys would let me know what you want the gender of the baby to be or what you think it might be and maybe give some suggestions for names! I might even use one of them! Let me know through PM or reviews. Please read and review. Enjoy!
Chapter 4:
Delia was standing in the middle of their bedroom and talking with Lorenzo, the designer that she had hired for Olivia's dress, trying to find the perfect style to flatter the best parts of Olivia. Olivia was sitting on the edge of the bed contemplating how to best hide her baby bump, which Delia wanted her to show off completely. She wanted everyone to know that Olivia and the baby were both hers and if anyone were to give her wife so much as a look without permission, there would be consequences. She wanted Olivia to look so radiant and stunning that every man in that room would become jealous at the fact that their spouse didn't look anywhere near as beautiful as Olivia did. She also wanted to match with Olivia to give a subtle hint to the fact that the two are together.
She had narrowed it down to a small rack that Lorenzo had brought with him and pulled Olivia up off the bed by her arm. She stood behind Olivia and pulled her into the typical possessive position that she does and rested her chin on Olivia's right shoulder. Olivia didn't lean into her. Lorenzo showed her all of the dresses on the rack that Delia had narrowed it down to and hung them up one by one.
"So, which do you like, Lovey? I like the light blue, but I also prefer the coral-colored one." Olivia didn't want to pick one. She really didn't. It wasn't the fact that she didn't like any of the dresses hanging there, she loved all of them. They were gorgeous ballgowns and each one was more beautiful than the last, but it was the fact that, if she went to this thing, it would be like saying that this was okay. It would almost be like giving Delia verbal permission and saying that buying and selling girls to give to creeps for sex was okay. But it wasn't. It wasn't okay and Olivia didn't want Delia to think that it was okay. She didn't want Delia to think that she thought it was okay for her to do this.
"Deels…please." She made sure to use the nickname to make sure Delia had heard her.
"Lovey, I shouldn't have to constantly remind you," Delia said in a corrective tone which quieted Olivia immediately. Once again, Olivia was forced into something that she really didn't want to do because Delia was being cruel and hanging the lives of innocent families above her head. Olivia forced herself to suck it up and pick a dress from the rack. There was just nothing else that she could do.
"So, Lovey…which one will it be, hm?" Olivia tried to pick a dress that would be pleasing for Delia because she didn't want to make her even more angry than she already was.
"I like…this one," she said quietly; trying not to move in Delia's arms. She didn't want that to make her angry either. Olivia picked a strapless, coral-pink dress with an A-line neckline and a long tulle skirt. There was a thickly beaded band around its waist covered in small white gemstones and the skirt had a small train, a little poufy, but not too much, and the tulle skirt had one or two extra ruffles that attached to the waistband and flowed into the rest of the skirt. The ends of the ruffles had a lighter pink edge to them.
"That was the one I was hoping you'd pick, Lovey. I love how that one is going to look on you," she said as she kissed Olivia's shoulder and then the top of her head. "I want you to go and try it on."
Olivia turned her head so that she was looking up at Delia. "But don't you want to be surprised?"
"Fine, we can wait. But Lorenzo I need you to find a waistcoat to match."
"Will do Mrs. Wilson." Lorenzo left the room and took the rack of dresses leaving the one that Olivia had picked to hang on the rod on the side of the large walk-in closet to the left of the bathroom door.
"I can't wait to see you in this," Delia said contently as she softly grabbed the side of the skirt and rubbed part of it with her thumb. 'She's getting closer and I can feel it. Soon I won't have to remind her of the consequences and she will just automatically assume. Then she will finally be mine.' Delia thought these things to herself as she let the dress go and freely hang from the rod in the closet.
She walked out of the closet and into the bedroom where Olivia was nowhere to be found. Delia, because of her personality, immediately began to worry.
"Lovey," she called, "Lovey, where are you?" She looked around the room and then moved to the balcony. She opened the doors to find Olivia standing next to the railing and looking at the elaborate garden that lie beneath it. Delia came up behind Olivia and wrapped both of her arms around her and placed them in their typical position crisscrossing her arms over Olivia's hands, which lay on her now slightly-swollen stomach.
"Camille, your OB, she says that we can find out the gender in a few weeks. She says she'll be happy to do it here."
"Don't you want to be surprised?"
"Nope. Not at all. I want to know as soon as I can." Delia kissed Olivia's right cheek and then kissed the small spot behind her ear and grinned when she received a small moan in response.
'Why did I just enjoy that? I hate this woman,' Olivia thought to herself. 'Never mind, I don't even want to know why.'
"Hey, why don't we go downstairs. I know how much you like to read in the garden."
It was true, Olivia did like to read in the garden. She loved it. She just didn't like the fact that Delia was the one who wanted to read to her. 'God! Why can't she just leave me alone for one moment!'
"Come on, let's go." She unwrapped herself from Olivia and grabbed her hand to lead her down the small staircase. When Olivia began to show resistance, she became a little annoyed.
"Lovey, what are you doing? Come on, you know the rules. Or is it that I have to remind you yet again?"
"No, Delia, you don't. Its just that I- "
"You what?"
"Never mind. It was nothing."
'That's what I thought. At least I don't have to keep reminding her as much. I won't be too long now. She's almost there.'
"Actually, I just remembered. I have to go and do something for work, but I will try and read to you later, Lovey."
"That's okay." She didn't know why, but, for some odd reason, Olivia was disappointed. She hated when Delia was with her, and yet, she couldn't understand why she was upset that Delia couldn't stay with her. 'Why do I feel like this? I hate this woman.' Olivia just shook her head in disbelief and grabbed her mystery novel to read in the garden.
When she finally settled herself in a chair, she found that she couldn't concentrate her mind enough to focus on the words typed on the pages. All she could think about was how disappointed she was that Delia wasn't with her. Then she realized that she began to think of the good qualities she had as a person. 'No, you can't think like that,' she thought to herself, 'she is a horrible human being who threatens you with the lives of others to get what she wants. No decent person could do such a horrible thing.'
When Delia came back to the balcony to see Olivia get herself settled into a comfortable chair, she smiled. 'She's almost there. Just a little further.'