A/N: I was not happy with the amount of reviews last chapter....This chapter is a a bit fluffy but more action is coming, I promise. So please read and review to see the next chapter.
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Annalise nervously entered her mother's hospital room. The teen found her parents quietly chatting away.
"Mom? Dad?" She spoke up from the doorway, making her presence known.
Both Olivia and Elliot looked up at their daughter.
The older brunette smiled, tiredly. "Hi baby girl. Come sit up here with me," she greeted her child weakly as she lightly padded the spot beside her on the bed.
The younger brunette hesitantly walked up to the bed and sat down on the bed beside her mother, who had told her that she didn't want to see her and to get out, just a few hours earlier.
Olivia wrapped her arms around her daughter and kissed her cheek. "I'm so sorry, Anna," she whispered, "so sorry about this morning."
Annalise shook her head in her mother's shoulder and gently pulled back to look in to Olivia's sad and tired brown eyes.
"No... You don't have anything to be sorry for, mom," the junior Benson replied adamantly.
"An..."
Annalise interrupted before her mother could finish. She shook her head again. "No. No, mom. I'm so sorry for calling you the worse mother ever."
"But I am, otherwise you wouldn't even have thought about it."
They heard Elliot sigh and get up from the chair. He gave them each a kiss on the cheek.
"I'll let you talk. I love you," he said and quickly left to give mother and child privacy.
Annalise turned back to her mother and caressed her mother's cheek, just like she had done when she was four years old.
Olivia but her lip and slowly shook her head, not losing contact with her oldest child's caramel brown orbs.
The teen wiped away the tears, which had fallen from her mother's eyes. "I...I was so wrong, mom. You're the best mother that any child could ask for...mommy. I was just angry finding that form attached to my birth certificate," she admitted.
The detective cleared her throat. "I'm so terribly sorry that we didn't tell you sooner, baby. Are you ok with it?"
Annalise nodded. "Yeah. He has always been there for me...and you for that matter. You said dad delivered me...Tell me about the day I was born."
Olivia laughed lightly and shook her head. "Honey, are you sure? It's not all glamorous."
Anna nodded. "Yeah, I would like to know about when I came in to the world."
"Ok then, Anna," Olivia replied as her daughter snuggled in to her gently, being careful of her injuries.
Flashback
Being nearly forty weeks pregnant, Olivia was huge and uncomfortable.
It was just after nine at night and Olivia was laying on her back with her head in Elliot's lap as he was watching the TV. His very pregnant fiancée was dozing as he ran his fingers through her silky soft dark brown locks.
Olivia's eyes sprung open as she rubbed her belly. "Ooohhh," she moaned.
Elliot looked down at his lover. Concern filled his eyes. "You ok, baby?"
The brunette moaned. "Anna's using my ribs as monkey bars, I think," she replied, once the pain faded.
The blue eyed man placed a hand on the side of Olivia's big belly and caressed it softly. He felt something, which he assumed was a foot. "You sure? She's due in two days."
Olivia exhaled a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Elliot leaned down and kissed her on the lips, softly. "Ok, baby," he replied and turned back to the TV, keeping his hand resting on Olivia's big bump.
The female detective had just fallen asleep when a debilitating contraction coursed through her body, causing her to shoot up and cry out in pain and surprise.
"Ahhh!"
"Liv?"
Her breathing was deep and frantic. "Contraction," she grounded out, painfully as she rubbed her belly.
"Take it easy, baby. Slow deep breaths," he encouraged her, helping her to sit up slowly.
The contraction eased and faded away. Olivia exhaled a deep breath and leaned in to her lover. "Wow. That hurt a lot," she whispered, "this is really going to kick my ass."
Elliot rubbed Olivia's back softly and turned the TV off. "What you want to do, babe? Hospital now or later?"
"Not yet. My bag in the car, just in case we have to leave in a rush?"
She cuddled up in to Elliot and he kissed the top of her head. "Yes, baby. I put it in the trunk of the car, a couple night ago. Bed? It might be more comfortable."
"Yeah," she replied and allowed Elliot to help her up.
End Flashback
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"Was I born at night? Did you ask dad to deliver me while the doctor just stood there?" Anna asked.
Olivia caressed her daughter's cheek. "Let me finish the story, baby, and you will get your answers," she replied and continued.
Flashback Start.
Three AM came and Olivia had been lucky enough to get some sleep.
All of a sudden, she felt a gush of water from in between her legs. Her water had broken.
The detective's eyes sprung open as she sat up. "El," she whispered, looking around for him.
She couldn't see him in the silent lamp lit bedroom.
"El! Ahhh! Elliot!" She cried out during another painful contraction.
Elliot ran in from the bathroom, panicked. "Liv?"
"My water broke, El," she alerted her lover. Her voice filled to the brim with nervousness and anxiety.
Elliot grabbed a pair of maternity sweat pants and gave them to his fiancée. "Here, baby, put these on."
Olivia leaned on Elliot as she put the pants on after taking off her wet panties.
"Ready to go, baby?"
Olivia moaned and leaned in to Elliot's strong body. "Yeah," she whispered.
The couple had just made it to the car when Olivia stopped and leaned heavily against it.
She moaned out loud in extreme pain and Elliot rubbed firm circles in her lower back.
"El," she whispered. Her voice was frantic.
Elliot leaned closer to her, resting his head on her shoulder. "What's wrong, baby?"
"Baby. Coming. Now," she grounded out.
"Right now?" Elliot asked in shock.
Olivia nodded, trying to ignore the demanding need to push. "I need to push! Too much pressure!"
"Backseat?"
"No, don't....want to...move," she said, breathlessly and went to pull down her sweat pants in the privacy of their garage.
"Ok, babe. Hang on," he said before moving to the trunk and popping it open. He grabbed out a blanket to wrap the baby in, to keep her warm and clean her off. He then closed the trunk and went back to Olivia, who was leaning against the car with her pants down.
"Ok, baby," he whispered and squatted down behind her. "Whoa! Ok, baby, I can see her head, sweetheart...Push with contractions, not in between, ok?"
Olivia nodded and prepared herself for the next wave of pain as Elliot prepared to catch baby Annalise.
"Ahhh!' Olivia pushed hard, wanting the pain to end.
She took a deep breath and pushed again. "Ow! Ow! Ow!"
"I know, baby. It's burning. She's crowing. Push through it," he encouraged, rubbing her outer thigh in encouragement.
Olivia couldn't. It hurt too much. She kept moving but stopped once the head was out. She whimpered in pain.
"You tore, hon. They'll have to stitch you up in hospital," he informed her as he got the blanket ready.
"Hurts, El," she moaned with some stray tears falling.
Elliot rubbed her thigh again. "I know, baby, but it's almost over. She's nearly here. Annalise is so beautiful."
Olivia whimpered and her face contorted in pain again.
"Push," Elliot coached.
Olivia pushed and Annalise slid in to the welcoming arms of her daddy but she was so quiet.
"Why isn't she crying, El?" Olivia asked in a panic.
"Hang on, Liv," Elliot said as he untangled the cord from Annalise's neck.
The new mother began to cry, watching her fiancé trying to save her new daughter.
He was rubbing and patting her tiny back, laying her on her stomach, on the palm of his hand.
Olivia released a sigh of relief when Annalise released her first cry.
Elliot passed the newborn to Olivia and got out his cell phone to call for an ambulance.
"Hey, Annalise. You are so beautiful, my princess," she whispered, caressing the baby's tiny cheek.
A few minutes passed before Elliot spoke to the new mother again. "We're going to try deliver the placenta, baby, ok? Just push softly as I pull lightly. The paramedic will cut the cord when they get here."
"Ok, El," Olivia nodded and pushed gently.
The placenta came out without much resistance, just moments before the paramedics pulled up.
End Flashback.
"Oh my God. How much did I weigh? What time was it when I was born?" Annalise asked happily.
"You weighed seven pounds twelve and a half ounces and was seventeen inches long," Olivia explained, "you arrived at 3:18 AM. You came quickly, princess. As did Ayden. I don't know why the two of you were in such big rushes," she said, caressing her daughter's cheek.
Annalise leaned in to her mother. "We were in a rush to meet our mommy. The best mother in the world."
Olivia kissed her daughter's head. "Aww, thanks, baby. I have the best husband and children too."
After a long silence, Annalise looked up at her mom. "I think I know who hit you, mom."
Olivia's eyes were as wide as saucers. "What? Who?"
"I think it was the man who tried to take me, mom....He said that he is my biological father," the teen informed her mother.
Olivia was in shock. She didn't even know that he had been released from prison yet. She couldn't believe it. She started to hyperventilate. Her hands started to shake as her heart pounded in her chest against her ribcage.
Annalise noticed her mother's reaction and began to freak out. "Mom? Mom? Oh shit," she muttered and rushed out to find her father.
She found him in the waiting room, drinking a cup of coffee. "Dad! Dad!"
Elliot almost dropped his coffee as he jumped up at his daughter's panicked screams. He rushed over to her and asked, "Anna? What's wrong?"
"I...I told mom who I thought hit her and she freaked out."
Elliot and Annalise ran back in to Olivia's hospital room. They found her still in bed. But her body was convulsing. She was having a seizure.
"Push the call button, Anna. Now!" Elliot said, rushing over to his wife.
Annalise pushed the call button. Repeatedly pushed it until her mother's doctor and nurse ran in.
"I need .5 of Ativan, stat!" Dr Martin ordered. "Elliot, you and your daughter need to leave. We'll update you as soon as possible," he said and the nurse guided them out after giving the doctor the filled syringe of Ativan.
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In the waiting room, Annalise sat with her head in her hands. Her knee bouncing.
"It's all my fault, it's all my fault," she repeated, like a mantra.
Her father sat down beside the teenage brunette and caressed soft circles on her back. "No, honey, it's not your fault. You were being responsible by telling your mother."
Annalise lifted up her head. "And she had a seizure as a result. I should've just kept my mouth shut," she insisted.
Elliot sighed and waited for the doctor to appear and tell them how Olivia was.
