A/N: "You can tell who your real friends are by the face they make when you tell them you're getting married."

DISCLAIMER: SVU and related characters/ideas belong to Dick Wolf. Original plot and dialogue belong to TStabler©

They burst into Melinda's house and found her hunched over, moaning in pain, in Ken's arms. "Thank God you two are here," the young man said, his eyes wide. "Do you know where my father is?"

Elliot shook his head as he walked over and grabbed Melinda. "Just help me get her into the car, Kenny."

"Mel, is there a bag?" Olivia asked, looking around.

"Table," Melinda seethed, gripping tightly to Elliot's hand.

Olivia bolted toward the dining room table and got the bag they'd packed for this moment, and she followed her lover and friend out of the door. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and tried to get a hold of Fin again, with no luck. "Fin, where the hell are you? Your wife is labor, ken's here, you have a lot of explaining…no, ya know what? Don't even explain, just meet us at Mercy." She hung up, trying to do it angrily, but her digital phone failed to make the noise of a slamming receiver.

She got into the back with Melinda, offering her hand to relieve pressure, and she nodded once at Elliot as she caught his reflection in the rear-view mirror. Something flashed in his eyes as he looked back at her through the reflective glass.

He promised, silently, that he would never do this to her, that he would be by her side, always, especially if she was this close to having a baby. He at least hoped that's what his eyes were telling her.

He sped toward the hospital, shouting things into the backseat that Fin should be saying. Then he turned toward Ken. "You knew? The whole time, I mean, you…"

"My father told me as soon as they found out," Ken interrupted. "He was so excited."

Elliot shook his head. "Not what he told me," he mumbled. "Do you have any idea where he is, Kenny? Any idea at all?"

Ken shook his head. "He called around ten," he said. "Said he had something he needed to do, and that he would be home soon."

"That was three hours ago," Elliot mumbled to himself as he pulled into the hospital parking lot. "Help Liv take her inside, I'll get a doctor." He got out of the car and ran through the sliding doors, grabbing the first doctor he saw.

Elliot guided the frazzled medic over to Melinda, coming through the doors flanked by Olivia and Ken, and helped her into a wheelchair. Ken nodded his thanks and went with the doctor, wheeling Melinda through a set of wooden doors.

He wasn't sure how it happened, but his arms were wrapped tightly around Olivia as they watched their friend fade from view. "What the hell just happened?" he asked, kissing her forehead.

She shrugged. "No idea," she said. Her phone rang, then, and she looked down at the bleeping device in her hands. "Here," she said, handing the phone to Elliot. "You talk to him."

Elliot rolled his eyes as he took the phone and held it up to his ear. "Where the hell are you?" he asked. "You can't tell…man, your wife is in labor right now! I don't care if you're performing open heart surgery on a dying unicorn! Get your ass down here!" He snapped the phone shut and shook his head. "I don't know how anyone could…I had to bargain my way home from a fucking Marine base in Florida when Maureen was due. I made sure I was home, and it cost me a lot of fucking favors!"

"Yeah, well," Olivia sighed, folding her arms. "I keep telling Melinda you and Fin are nothing alike."

He looked at her; his grimacing face turned slowly into a smile, and he chuckled. "We are definitely not," he said, pulling her close to him for a sweet kiss.

Two hours later, Fin finally walked through the doors. He looked panicked, out of breath, as he looked around for Olivia and Elliot. "Stabler!" he yelled. "What room, man?"

Elliot was glaring at him. "Delivery Four," he hissed. "Good luck doming out there with all of your limbs."

"Look, man, I had something I needed to do, okay?" Fin said, walking backward down the hallway. "I'll explain later."

Olivia watched him go, then bent down to pick up a folded paper that had fallen out of his pocket. "El," she said, handing it to him.

Elliot unfolded it, and as he read it, his eyes widened. "Fin's been working overtime," he said. "With Narcotics. This is a dispatch slip from a bust. I guess he…I guess he thinks he needs the extra money."

Olivia squinted. "Why wouldn't he just tell us?" she asked. "Why the hell wouldn't he tell his wife?"

"Look who his partner is," he said, handing the form back to her.

"Shit," she spat, seeing the name across the page. "You don't think anything's going on, do you?"

Elliot shrugged. "There was bad blood between them, ya know, he kind of took her job. I know they used to meet for drinks every once in a while. But he told me he wasn't..."

"He also told you Kenny had no idea Melinda was pregnant, trying to find an excuse for his nerves and distance." Olivia ran a hand through her hair. "I guess we weren't the only people keeping secrets."

He kissed her forehead again and sighed. "Secret's out now," he whispered. "Those invitations are…"

"Yeah," she nodded, taking his hand. She pulled him back down to the seat, then rested her head on his shoulder. "I love this song," she said, changing the subject.

He chuckled. "I know you do," he told her, listening as Jeff Buckley's lyrics filtered softly through the speakers in the waiting room. He hummed the melody in her ear, stopping every so often to kiss her somewhere on her face, and he whispered, softly, "Hallelujah" every time the singer did.

He was halfway to putting her to sleep when ken barreled back into the room. "Dad made it in there just in time. As soon as walked into the room me poppin' out. It' s a boy," he said. "But you knew that." He laughed and shrugged and asked them if they wanted to meet his little brother.

They looked at each other, rising from their chairs to meet the new, little, miracle.


The next morning, everyone was exhausted. Fin had called out, for obvious reasons, leaving Olivia and Elliot to handle the brunt of everything. Cases were flying at them left and right, and they had just set out to head to the next brutal scene, when Trevor Langan walked into the bullpen.

All eyes were on him, people were waiting for him to say something. He simply made a grunting noise and held up an elegant wedding invitation. White with black and gold embossed writing, an intricate design around the edge, and a beautifully scripted monogram on the back. "Explain," he commanded.

"Well, what's it say?" Elliot asked, his lips threatening to curl up into a smirk.

"It says that Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson request the honor of my presence at their wedding," Trevor hissed, his jaw clenched as he glared at Elliot.

The smirk on Elliot's face was full and bright now. "Self-explanatory."

Trevor's eyes traveled to Olivia. "Is this for real? This is some kind of joke, right? April Fool's Day in March?"

Olivia shook her head. "You asked who he was, Trevor. That's him," she said, pointing to Elliot.

"You're really marrying him?" Trevor asked. "You're marrying him two months from today, actually," he mumbled, looking down at the invitation. "How…why did…your save the date didn't say it was a wedding. It just said that you were having a party for…"

"We know it didn't," Elliot interrupted. "We wanted it to be a surprise. We really enjoyed keeping it to ourselves. Reactions like this make it so much better."

Trevor took another step forward, almost threateningly. "You have no idea what you're doing. What you're about to do."

"I am marrying the woman I love," Elliot returned, surprisingly calm. "I'm about to be happy for the rest of my life."

Trevor shook his head and chuckled. "Yeah, good luck with that." He eyed Olivia suspiciously and said, "Three years, Olivia. Three years, and every time I asked, you said you had no desire to get married."

"That was a long time ago, Trevor," Olivia said with a sigh. "Things have changed."

Trevor swallowed, and he blinked as he looked down at the gorgeous invitation in his hand. "We'll be there," he said. "Alex and I…we'll be there." He sent one last look toward Olivia, and then he turned and walked out of the room.

"One down," Olivia said, grabbing the car keys.

Elliot put on his jacket. "Ninety-nine to go." He reached for her, and she willingly walked toward him.

As the night wore on, and people picked up their mail, both of their cell phones had not stopped chirping. Text messages and emails, messages of "Congratulations" and "I knew it," and immediate, excited RSVP's were received with smiles and laughs.

One message, though, only sent to Elliot, held a different expression. "How could you?" it asked, with a page long e-mail asking how he could be so insensitive, how he could be so unfeeling, and how he could possibly completely pass her over for Olivia.

He scoffed at it, deleted it, forgot about it. If it was anyone important, they would have been happy. Hell, even Kathy had sent a text to both of them. She was shocked, but not surprised, and she was upset that she would miss the wedding. He had almost forgotten everything about the cruel and jealousy-riddled letter. Everything but this: He had no idea who had sent it.

A/N: Who is so pissed off at him? Will they try anything? And someone else reacts to the invitation. Fin comes clean, and we meet his newborn son. Next! Review here, or on Twitter: TMG212