A/N: As usual thanks to my wonderful beta. Sorry for the delay I was suffering writer's block on this story. Please read and review.

Disclaimer: Only own Laila.

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Munch tip-toed in to the crib at about five am to find Elliot and Olivia cuddled up together on the bed furthest from the door and Laila curled up, sound asleep, sucking her thumb on the bed beside the one that her parents were sleeping on.

John gently tapped Elliot on the shoulder to wake him. Elliot woke with a start, waking his pregnant wife in the process.

"Wha—What's going on, El?" she mumbled, half asleep, rubbing her eyes.

"Munch woke me. Sorry, babe...What the hell do you want, John? It better be good," Elliot spoke, half asleep.

John nodded. "Gary is in lock up, awaiting arraignment. Which is at nine am."

"Thanks John. Did the bastard confess?" Elliot asked as he held his wife close, who was already drifting back off to sleep.

"Nah, of course he didn't but we have enough evidence to hold him," John replied before looking over at Laila and then Olivia.

Mother and daughter were both sound asleep. Laila was now lying on her belly with her face facing away from them and Olivia was still lying on her side with her left hand on her still flat belly.

"I'll leave you alone, now. See you in a few hours."

Elliot nodded and wrapped his arms gently around his pregnant wife, resting his large hand on her belly. "Thanks, John. See ya," he whispered in response before closing his eyes to go back to sleep.

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Elliot woke again a couple hours later when Olivia pounced out of bed.

"Livvie?" Elliot spoke as he opened his cerulean blue eyes.

Olivia was rushing in to the bathroom to make her first offering to the porcelain Gods for the morning.

Elliot looked over at Laila as he got up. Laila was still sleeping soundly, so Elliot rushed in to the bathroom to find Olivia kneeling in front of the toilet, getting reacquainted with last night's dinner.

He kneeled down beside his wife and began to rub soothing circles on her back as he held her hair out of the way.

As much as she wanted to be alone right now, she loved and appreciated the fact that her husband had her back, even for things like this.

Olivia began to shake and Elliot began to notice.

"Settle down, baby," he whispered.

"I don't feel too hot, El," Olivia whispered as she leaned her head on her arm which was resting on the back of the toilet seat.

Elliot gently rubbed her arm and reached up to flush the toilet. "I know, baby. Do you think you can make it back to the crib without being sick again?"

Olivia nodded, slowly and lifted her head, slightly. "Could you carry me please?"

"Of course, Liv," Elliot replied before gently scooping her up.

Olivia wrapped her arms around her loving husband's neck as he delicately carried his pregnant wife back in to the cribs.

"Daddy?" Laila asked as she watched her step-father lightly place her mother on the bed.

Elliot tucked Olivia in and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek before turning to the four year old. "Yes, sweetheart?"

Laila jumped off the bed and wrapped her little arms around Elliot's legs. "Is Mommy ok?"

The handsome detective picked up the small child and placed her on his hip. "Yes, baby. Mommy is alright but why don't you double check," he whispered and placed Laila on the bed beside her mother.

Laila crawled up to Olivia's face. "Mommy?"

Olivia's eyes fluttered open with a smile. "Hey baby."

"Livvie, it's 7:30. Do you want to start getting ready for the arraignment, it's at nine."

"Yeah," Olivia replied, simply as she slowly sat up.

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Casey walked in to the court room for the arraignment. One hand was on the bulge of her belly, which shelter her twenty five week gestation son and her other hand was holding her bag.
The court room began to fill up. The perp was brought in and the judge, Elizabeth Donnelly walked in and took a seat at her podium. "How does the defendant plead?"

"Not guilty, Your Honour," Trevor Langan replied. He was Gary's attorney.

"The People request remand, Your Honour."

"My client is not a flight risk. He's a respected member of the community."

"Who has stalked and tried to kill a pregnant detective with a young child. He is a danger."

"The defendant will be remanded in Riker's until trial. Next," Judge Donnelly ended and banged her gavel.

"You ok, Liv?" Casey asked as she exited the court room with Elliot and Olivia.

Olivia yawned. "Yeah, I'm just a little tired. How are you?"

Casey rubbed her baby bump. "Yeah, I'm good besides a bit of a sore back. Is Laila with Don?"

"Yeah. I didn't want to send her to kindergarten today," Olivia replied, "I'm gonna feel so much safer with that bastard in jail."

"We'll put him away, Liv."

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Four months drifted by slowly; Casey welcomed a baby boy in to the world on the 21st of July. Connor Nicholas Novak was born at 12:02am, weighing eight pounds 1 ounce. Casey and John had decided not to get married so Connor was given his mother's last name.

Gary was sentenced to twenty five to life due to other crimes he had committed in the process of stalking Olivia.

Olivia was now five and a half months pregnant with a boy and a girl but she and Elliot hadn't come up with names just yet.

"Laila, get ready for kindergarten, honey," Olivia gently woke her daughter.

"I up, mommy," Laila replied, sitting up and rubbing her little whiskey coloured eyes.

The pregnant brunette was just about the little girl's room again when Laila spoke up. "Mommy?"

Olivia stopped and turned around to face her child. "Yes, baby?"

Laila got up and walked over to her mother, placing a tiny hand on her mother's baby bump, which sheltered her baby brother and sister. "I think we should name my sister 'Jasmine'.

The brunette difficultly squatted down to be eye level with her daughter. "That's a very nice name, honey. I'll talk to Daddy about it. Speaking about Daddy, could you please go get him?" Olivia asked.

She was having some problems getting back up.

Laila nodded and ran to get her father. She found him in the master bedroom. "Daddy, Mommy needs you."

Elliot looked at his daughter, "Ok, honey," he replied before he raced to his wife. "Baby, are you ok?" he asked as he helped her up.

"Yeah, El. I'm fine. I'm only five and a half months but I feel like seven," she sighed.

Elliot rubbed Olivia's extended abdomen. "There are two in there. That's why," he spoke softly and smiled when he felt the babies move.

"Laila, come here."

Laila ran over and Elliot gently guided her tiny hand to where one of the babies was moving.

Her face lit up with excitement, "Wow! Is that my brother or sister?"

Olivia looked down to see Laila's hand on the left side of her stomach. "That would be your baby brother, honey."

A knock at the door interrupted the happy family, followed by a familiar scream.

"Liv!"