Hey. I know it's been Forever, but It is so not my fault this time. My beta's computer broke awhile ago and just got it fixed.. Thanks so much for all of your support, and keep reading. Enjoy!
Elliot watched as Olivia bounced back energetically, the smile on her face brighter than he had ever seen it before. She looked radiant in the tight black spandex pants she wore, and, despite the fairly warm April weather,the large NYPD sweatshirt. His sweatshirt. She loved it because it was warm and cozy, and although she had washed it a million times she could still smell the scent of him in it and on the cold nights it made her feel as if it were his arms wrapped around her.
"Elliot? What are you doing here?"
"Heard you had a baby shower and came to help you set up."
"Shit! You son ofa bitch!" Both chuckled at the sound of Casey's voice.
"Sounds like I got here just in time," he said as he removed his jean jacket and hung it in her coat closet. He stepped into the room and saw the scattered parts and tools on the ground. "Looks like I got here just in time too."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Casey asked from her position on the floor.
"Yea, you saying we can't put up a few pieces of furniture because we're girls?" Olivia demanded with a wide grin.
"I'm not saying anything, but I think the evidence here speaks for itself." Elliot retorted.
Olivia smacked him upside the head. "Shut up!"
"Thank you Olivia, I would have done it, but I'm too far away." Casey added.
"My pleasure," she laughed.
Elliot sat down and began to look over what they had done, or better yet, what they hadn't. "Ok?? So what exactly have you two done?"
"Nothing! I mean who's the idiot that bought this shit? The fucking instructions are in fucking Spanish and the pictures make no sense. Olivia's been translating, but I don't speak idiot, so this is what we have done," she said holding up one side of the crib. "And that's because it came done."
"Well can I see the directions?" Casey handed them over to him.
"What good is that going to do? You don't speak Spanish," Olivia said from her position by the door.
"Well I just so happen to be fluent in idiot and I actually get the pictures. Can you translate this and write it in English for me so that I can read it?"
She nodded and went to do just that. Elliot began to straighten out everything, arranging the parts, so that he could see what he had and what he didn't. "See this works better when you can actually find what you're looking for."
"Shut up."
"Shit."
"What?"
"I forgot my tools."
"Nice going smart one. And you claim you came to set up baby furniture."
"In my truck, smart ass. Tell Liv, I'll be back."
He returned just as Olivia was finishing with translating. "I just did the gist of it. Not too specific, is it good enough?"
He took the paper and looked over what she had written. "Yea. This is good."
"I'm actually kind of tired, you mind if I go catch some a few?" she asked thumbing back towards her bedroom.
"No. Go ahead. Casey and I will handle everything."
"Casey?"
"Hey I resent that," Casey retorted from the room.
"'K you want anything to drink or eat before I go?" Olivia asked.
"No, I'm good. Thanks though."
"If you need me to translate anything, just let me know."
"Sure. Go rest we'll be fine." He watched her walk back to her room before heading into the nursery. "Ok. Let's get started."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Here. You can read me whatever Liv translated."
"Sure."
"So?"
"What?"
"What does it say?"
"Umm you get the meshy spring thingy and attach it to the prison bars."
"That's what they wrote?"
"No. That's how I'm saying it."
"And you wonder why you couldn't get anything done."
"Yea, yea, yea. So what's your real reason for showing up here?"
"I told you. I heard about the shower, and came to make sure my kid doesn't end up sleeping on faulty equipment."
"Yea, and?"
"Fine. I needed an excuse to see her."
"Why? Elliot this is Olivia we're talking about. Partner of seven years. Girlfriend of six months. Mother of your soon to be fifth child. You don't need an excuse to see her."
"Sorry if you missed the memo Casey but I'll bring you up to speed. Olivia and I aren't the same anymore. We don't get along like that. Pass me the screw driver."
"She'd still like to see you, you know," she said as she handed him the screw driver.
"Yea. How's she been though? I missed her last appointment because of the Burrows case."
"She's doing good. She's starting to get more tired and stuff now, but otherwise she's fine. She hates it though. Says it makes her feel old because she has to take naps in the middle of the day like some old lady."
He chuckled to himself. "She'll get past it. Especially when she starts running to the bathroom every five minutes thinking she has to pee."
Casey laughed. "It's already started."
"You spend a lot of time with her huh?"
"Yea. I try to come by at least two or three times a week. Enough to keep her company, but not to smother her. She gets lonely."
He nodded, and continued to work, mostly from common sense than from the picture instructions beside him.
"You should come by and see her."
"That's ok. I'm perfectly fine watching Friends re-runs at home."
"Elliot."
"What?"
"She still cares…She told me what you guys talked about the other night. You really scared her."
"Shit. I didn't send up her blood pressure did I?"
"Lil' bit, but after about a week of me reassuring her you were ok, she settled down."
He nodded.
"So if you knew about the shower, why didn't you come?"
"Not my thing. Showers are for girls to get together and oooo and ahh at baby clothes and play stupid games."
"Well Fin, Munch, and Cragen had fun. They didn't ooo and ahh as much but they brought gifts had cake and played poker. I'm pretty sure you would have fun too, and I'm pretty sure that you knew that there was a shower and that they were coming and that you could hang with them. So why didn't you come?"
"Well Miss Prosecutor I wasn't invited. I believe you were the one in charge so explain that to me."
"Elliot. I'm sorry. I just wanted her to have fun, and she did. But if you knew about the shower you should have come."
"Maybe I wanted her to have fun too." He stood as he screwed the last screws into the crib's frame. Once he was done he wiggled a few parts to make sure it was sturdy, then stood back to admire his handy work.
Casey stood too and admired the white wooden crib. "This is a really nice crib. The idiot had taste."
"Yes, he did."
"No really Elliot. This must have cost a fortune."
"It did."
She looked over at him. "You bought this?"
"I needed an excuse to come see her so I sent it with Cragen."
"Wow Elliot. This crib is really amazing." As of now the crib had been set up in the newborn stage, but once the baby got older it could easily be adjusted so that the baby would have more space to move.
"Did you guys get everything she needs at the shower?"
"Yes. I was adamant about everybody using the registry, and everybody did except for you, but this crib is ten times better than the one she picked out so I don't think we'll have any problems there." She chuckled to herself. "You should have seen her with the little scan gun they gave her. She went trigger crazy with the thing. I thought that she was going to scan the whole store!" She chuckled. She removed her phone from the clip on her waist and checked the time. "Wow, I've got to go. I have a ton of work to do at home."
"'Kay. I can finish up here." He watched as Casey gathered her things and prepared to leave the apartment. "Um Casey. Has Liv, mentioned anything to you about a name?"
"Umm no. Not that I haven't tried, but she refuses to disclose any information to me about a name. Tell her I'll call her later."
"Sure. See ya Case."
"See ya."
Elliot walked back into the nursery and looked around at the amount of gift bags and unwrapped boxes. He went over and began to open the box that held the changing table and set to work on it.
Elliot turned off the vacuum and stood back to look at is handiwork. The nursery had come out perfect. The pale pink walls went perfect with the crib and the Lola bunny border that surrounded it. That, along with the crib bedding and the matching plaid pink, purple, and white glider chair that sat in the corner of the room by the nursery. He had set up the changing table and placed all the baby care products in place. He had hung the pretty little dresses, and folded the cute little onesies. The tiny shoes had been neatly arranged, and the socks balled and tossed in a drawer of its own. Olivia was officially ready for this baby.
He wrapped the cord around the vacuum and stored back in the hallway closet. He set up the sterilizer and left it in the corner on top of the counter, and stored the bottles away in one of the cupboards. He walked into her room to tell her that he was leaving, but as he watched her sleep he knew he couldn't. He loved the way her hand rested lightly over her large stomach. The way her breaths made her chest rise ever so slightly. The way the setting sun highlighted the caramel locks lost in the deep brown of her hair, and made the exotic tone of her skin glow. She was beautiful. Plain and simple. Her eyes fluttered and locked onto his cerulean blues, before a frown creased her brows.
"Elliot?"
He startled from his thoughts and quickly disappeared from her room. She maneuvered her seven months pregnant body as quickly as she could, but only managed to see the door closing behind him as he left her apartment. She hurried to the door and watched his retreating figure move towards the end of the hallway.
"Elliot!" she called, but he continued to walk. "Elliot!" she called again, and this time he stopped, but didn't turn around. "I forgive you."
He nodded, and continued to walk away. She waited for him to look back. To say thank you. To make sure she closed and locked her door, but he continued to walk down the hallway as if she'd never said anything at all.
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