The next morning Elliot had woken up to Caleb crying. He knew there was a bottle of milk already made in the fridge so he climbed out of bed and went to put the bottle in the microwave. He walked into the nursery where Caleb was lying in bed with his blue eyes wide open.
"Good morning Lil' Man," Elliot cooed to him. He reached his arms in and picked Caleb up, carrying him in his arms.
He carried Caleb into the kitchen with him and grabbed the bottle out of the microwave, testing it on his arm before giving it to him. When Caleb was sucking contently on the bottle he walked into the living room and sat down on the couch stifling a yawn. He realized how tired he was and he figured it was because he didn't get much sleep last night after coming back from Serena's house. He only went over there with intentions of Serena understanding what she was doing to Olivia. Instead Olivia just got mad at Elliot. He sighed to himself and thought about what he could do to make Olivia feel better.
When Caleb was finished with the bottle, Elliot propped him against his shoulder and patted him on the back until a small sound that was suppose to be a burp came out. Elliot sat him in his baby swing and took off back into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled out a jug of milk and a carton of eggs. He figured if Olivia wasn't happy after a good breakfast n bed than she wouldn't be happy at all. He took a skillet out of one of the cabinets and sat it on the back left burner on the stove. He cracked two eggs into it and grabbed a spatula from the drawer where they kept the silverware.
In the bedroom Olivia was just waking up to the smell of something cooking in the kitchen. She rolled over to see that Elliot was already up and she figured he was taking care of Caleb. Since it was Sunday, Olivia had the day off and Elliot wasn't due at work for another two hours. She wasn't ready to get out of bed yet because she knew that Elliot would want to talk about last night and she didn't want to. She just wanted to forget about. She had just closed her eyes again when there was a light tap on the door and Elliot came walking in. He had a tray in his hand with a plate full of food and a glass of orange juice.
"I made you breakfast," he smiled sitting the tray down in front of her.
"El, this is great," she said sitting up, "Thank you."
Elliot sat down on the edge of the bed and watched as Olivia took a bite of her pancake. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Olivia sighed and sat her fork down on her plate, "If that's the only reason you made me breakfast then you can take it back."
"Liv," he said keeping his voice calm, "I made you breakfast because you're my wife and I love you. I just want you to know that you can talk to me about your mother. About anything."
"I'm fine," she said picking her fork back up, "Really, I am."
Elliot turned his head and looked down the hallway. He didn't want to tell Olivia what he heard her say last night in her sleep. He wanted her to tell him willingly but, he could see that it wasn't going to happen.
"Liv," he said turning his head back toward her, "I heard you last night. You were crying in your sleep and you were begging someone to stop."
Olivia put her fork down again and swallowed the food she had in her mouth. She remained quiet and Elliot could tell that something was wrong.
"What were you dreaming about? Was it your mom?"
"Not really," Olivia said sadly, "It was about what she said… in the hospital when everything was… bad. She uh- she said she was going to get better for me but then it changed and she said she was sorry. She was working for them."
Elliot saw that Olivia was trying to keep her tears from spilling but she had been failing, "Who's them, Liv?"
"Harris and Rojas."
Elliot took the tray of food in front of Olivia and moved it onto the floor so he could sit closer to her. He wrapped his arm around her and she leaned her head on his shoulder. "I don't know why this is happening," she cried, "It shouldn't be happening. They are locked up and… and I know that. I just- all this with my mom just brings back a lot of bad memories."
Elliot squeezed his arm around her tighter and kissed the top of her head, "If you're having nightmares again then maybe you should talk to Dr. Kelsey again."
Olivia sighed and pushed herself out of Elliot's embrace, "No. It's no big deal," she said again, "It was just a stupid nightmare. I'm fine."
Elliot knew better than to believe her but there was no time to get into it now. He had to leave for work or he would be late and the Captain was never late.
"I'll be home in time for dinner," Elliot said before giving her a quick kiss, "I love you."
When Olivia didn't say anything back to him Elliot felt a little heartbroken. He knew that she was probably just thinking about a lot of stuff but, her telling him she loved him was what always got him through the day. He sighed and continued his way toward the door, stopping to give Caleb a quick kiss on the cheek.
When Olivia heard the door shut she let her tears fall freely again. She knew that Elliot was right, she should talk to Dr. Kelsey again. The fact was that she didn't want to. She wanted to be in control of her own life and she didn't want to fall backward again. She kept telling herself that it was just one stupid nightmare and she wouldn't have one again. After she was sick of crying she wiped away he tears and went to spend some time with Caleb who was very happy to see his mom.
She doesn't have to be mean to Elliot…