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DICLAIMER: LAW AND ORDER SVU AND ITS CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE
CH7
His mind is invaded by a thousand questions while he is trying to process the sudden and unexpected information. He sees himself in the mirror and notices the surprise in his expression. Trying to put aside the shock he rushes out the bathroom to find her in the kitchen on the faucet washing her hands giving him her back. He waits impatiently for her to turn so he could ask the corresponding questions.
Olivia takes her time to pour more water and she jumps to sit down on the kitchen's bar. Finally she looks back at his friend, who has a huge smile on his face with an expression full of doubts.
"Does the cat take your tongue?" she said noticing his silence. Elliot shakes his head and walks to the kitchen quickly.
"Sorry ... Pfff ... is just that… you are going to be a mom Liv!" hearing the words out load were even more incredible than they sounded in his mind. Olivia's eyes overflows with tears on hearing these words, especially coming from his mouth. "Can I ask?" He calls for permission while unwittingly getting closer to her. Her smile impresses him. He is not used to see her smile so often. Elliot had always classified her partner's smile as a moment of privilege for him ... A privilege he had enjoyed just a few times. And, actually, he really didn't expect to see that smile again, to be dedicated to him, much less after having disappeared as he did and certainly had hurt her terribly. But there he is in front of her, watching her joy.
"Ahm ... ask the question?" she replies guessing that the doubt to know "who the father was" was killing her ex-partner.
"Can I?" Olivia gives him a strange look before nodding. "... Who's the lucky man?" The way the question is asked makes her drop a small laugh. Then she keeps silent smiling, enjoying the look of frustration on Elliot's face that slowly becomes a hassle. "Please tell me is not that rookie" he says in an exalted tone.
"Hahahahahaha ... Noooooooo!" Now she laughs out load. His deductions are strangely vague and somehow inconsistent for her liking. "What I am Elliot? Do you think I like to assault baby cribs?!" She can't stop laughing as she represses him for his so incoherent thoughts.
Elliot's expression relaxes and gets infected by the woman's laugh.
"Ok no!... then who? Do I know him?" He insists seeking for an answer. He tries to keep his mind to jump to conclusions again.
"I don't know if you know him. It's a small world after all"
"Olivia" He says persuasive avoiding that she starts to spin the issue.
"The truth… I don't even know his name" Elliot's eyes wide at this answer.
"It's some guy you met in a bar?" Suddenly the "lucky man" had become just a guy "one-night stand?"
"And you insist on insulting me Stabler." she complains getting out of the bar to put the glass in the sink.
"Sorry Liv ... I just don't get it."
"wow former detective! Have your brain got rusty?! "She mocks laughing again. He makes a face of disagreement dedicating her a withering look. "Elliot… it was in vitro." She lets him know tired of hearing his disrespectful silly theories.
"Oh" He hadn't thought of that possibility. His brain had just jump to silly conclusions. And now it is starting to do it again while unconsciously he examines Olivia's belly. "How long have you been… ahm?"
"Mmm ... Nearly two months." She answers doing mental counting. Elliot fell silent again thinking of his next question.
"I also have questions for you mister despaired." She expresses trying to control the anger that wants to stay afloat. Olivia walks back to the living room to get to the couch avoiding him. She takes her earlier place and turns to see him waiting for Elliot to follow. Elliot doubts while but finally decided to return to the couch, sitting as close to her as he can without evading her personal space.
"ok.. ask" He encourages friendly, but really he is nervous. She thinks carefully about her question she has too many and doesn't know where to start. What has he did all that time?, About the lack of his marriage ring?, How he felt about the night of the shooting?. Or perhaps the most important and most difficult question ... Had he ever planned to come back if Fin hadn't gone looking for him?
Before she can decides the phone ringing interrupts them. They see each other and she asks for a second silently, stretching and reaching for the device from the table. Elliot begs it wasn't a work call, he really wants and needs to talk to her.
"Hello? ... Nick what happened? ...yes ...yes ... Amaro don't start with that ..." Elliot tries to understand the half of the conversation he can hear guessing who's on the other side of the line.
And then he remembers the words of the young detective, "She is sick idiot!". Elliot tries to avoid the anger that that causes him and focuses on finding consistency with the information he already has.
"Dammit! Can you cover me?" Elliot muscles tenses hearing her asking that to someone else. But he immediately relaxes understanding that Liv was asking to stay at home with him. In a strange way she chooses him instead of his work, instead of her irritating new partner. "Thanks ... Nicolas! not right now!"
He does not like the irritating tone in her voice. He requires her to be calm if he wants to talk to her. Elliot waits impatiently until she hangs back the phone in its place. Their glares cross again without leaving a single word out. She knows that Elliot wants to say something, so she waits for him to speak straightening her hair back.
"Work?" She nods but remains silent. "Mm ... Nicolas?" He repeats the name trying to assert his previous assumptions. "Too young" he says looking Olivia's eyes role up in disagreement. "And someone should teach him the difference between sickness and pregnancy don't you think?" Olivia looks down and nods… doubtfully.
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