A/N: Sorry for the big time jump but I thought that people would want to see more of Olivia as a young mother then of her pregnancy, more of the pregnancy still to come though. Please read and review.
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Being six months in her pregnancy, Olivia now had a pronounced belly and the back pains had started. At her last ultrasound, they had been so excited that they found out the sex of their child. It was a boy, which had shocked Angie, when they told her, because she had been convinced that Olivia was having a girl. And as promised they were going to getting married before the baby came, with the wedding set for next month.
Waking up to the kicking baby in her womb and finding it too early to want to get up, Olivia rolled on to her side and made sure that the spare pillow was under her protruding stomach for comfort.
Rubbing her bump, she whispered, "Go back to sleep."
With a groan, Elliot rolled on to his side to face his fiancée, Elliot asked, "Talking to me or the baby, beautiful?"
Olivia groaned and continued to rub her belly, in effort to settle the baby down. "The baby but let's just say the both of you."
Laughing lightly and rubbing Olivia's belly, Elliot looked up at the clock. "Woah! Settle down in there, son. We have to get up for school in like two minutes, Liv."
Olivia tried to hold back a sudden sob but Elliot caught it.
Caressing her back, Elliot kissed the tip of Olivia's nose. "What is it? What's wrong?"
Olivia hated the hormones, making her cry at the drop of a hat. "I don't want to go to school. People stare and point like I am some sort of circus freak."
"Alex and Casey don't. Their hands are always on your belly and they want to be known as 'Aunt' Alex and 'Aunt' Casey," Elliot whispered with his hand still on Olivia's belly.
Wiping away her tears, Olivia nodded and slowly sat up. "We better get ready for school." She didn't want to talk about it anymore.
"Can I shower with you?" he asked, cautiously.
Pushing her pregnant frame up off the bed and shook her head. "I need some time alone."
Standing up himself, Elliot nodded in understanding and went to follow her out. "Sure, baby. I'll make you some breakfast."
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Turning on the shower taps, Olivia stripped out of her black maternity pajamas in front of the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She stood profile to the mirror and studied her ever growing bump, running her hands over the mound and then over the ever noticable stretch marks.
"I'm so fat," she groaned, rubbing roaming circles on her belly. "I don't know how I'm going to be as a mom, kid, but I'm sure going to try my best," she promised her unborn son before checking that the shower water wasn't too hot and hoping in.
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Walking through the school yard, holding Elliot's hand, heading for the first class of the day, Olivia could already feel eyes on her and her growing abdomen.
"I can't believe Elliot Stabler knocked that bitch up," a rich, snobby girl commented loudly.
Angry at the comment, Elliot gave Olivia's hand a reassuring squeeze and rubbed the cocoon sheltering their son before turning to the blonde with her group of other bottle blonde friends. "Don't you dare insult my fiancée and unborn child, Lucy... And all of you can stay the hell away from her. I don't trust any of you," he said and turned back to Olivia, placing his hand back on her belly, which Olivia pushed off.
"I can take care of myself, Elliot," she hissed.
Bowing his head with a sigh, Elliot said, "I know, Livia. I'm sorry, they just piss me off. Let's get to class."
With a smile, Olivia rubbed the back of Elliot's hand with her thumb. "Thanks, El."
Confused, Elliot looked up at her and saw her smile. "Huh?"
Placing his hand back on her stomach, she explained the outburst, simply, "Sorry, hon. Hormones."
Elliot nodded. "Okay, let's get you to class."
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Reaching her class, Olivia gave Elliot a kiss on the lips. "See you at morning break."
Rubbing Olivia's belly as a 'see you' to their son, Elliot returned the kiss. "Yep. Love you."
"Love you too," she replied and walked in to her class.
Ignoring all the eyes on her and the snide comments, Olivia headed toward the back of the classroom to Casey and Alex.
"There's our favourite mommy to be," Casey greeted her as her and Alex's hands flew straight to her belly.
"Wow, he's kicking," Alex said with a smile.
Groaning, Olivia rubbed her back. "Yeah, 'cause he heard loud mouth over here," she joked, looking at Casey.
In response, Casey poked out her tongue and continued to rub her best friend's belly.
"You guys finished teasing him?" Olivia asked, with her hands supporting her aching back. She wanted to sit down.
"Sit down, ladies, and get yout books out," Mrs. Hutchinson, the health teacher said. "Except Olivia. Come up here, Miss Benson."
Sighing, Olivia walked to the front of the class with her hands resting protectively on her bump.
"Do we need to go over unprotected sex and the results again, class? Because Olivia here is the perfect model of the results of unsafe sex. Pregnant at the age of sixteen, class."
Olivia hated Mrs. Hutchinson, she had the tenacity to belittle people and make them feel like shit. "Actually I'm now seventeen," she whispered.
The class started laughing, except for Alex and Casey, who hid in the back.
"Sit down, Miss Benson, if you can fit behind the desks, that is."
Olivia just shook her head and walked straight out of the class, feeling utterly embarrassed.
"Where do you think you're going?!"
"Out of here," Olivia replied and rushed out, holding back the threatening tears.
"Liv!"
"Quiet, Miss Novak."
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Wandering aimlessly around the school for the rest of the lesson, only hiding from teachers, Olivia caught up with Casey and Alex, who were looking for her.
They met up with her near the girls' restroom as Olivia walked out.
"You okay, Liv?" Casey asked, her eyes conveying concern.
Hands protectively on her belly, like usual, Olivia nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. I gotta go get my books for math class," she said and headed to her locker.
Seeing Lucy and her friends hanging around the lockers, she stopped and went to turn around but they saw her before she could.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't 'Knocked up' Benson," Lucy said, laughing at her own stupid joke. "Have fun in health? Cause we certainly did."
Opening her locker, Olivia shook her head. "Just leave me alone."
Lucy went to push her in to the locker, not caring that she was six months pregnant but screamed as she was grabbed from behind.
"What the hell did I tell you just over an hour ago?" Elliot snapped as he shoved her away. "Keep away from my fiancée! Livia, put your book back."
"I have math class, El."
Taking her hand, Elliot kissed her on the lips, ignoring the comments from Lucy and her group. "Not anymore, baby. We're going."
Olivia nodded and shut her locker. "How did you know where I was?" she asked as Elliot led her to the car.
"I bumped in to Casey and Alex on the way to class. They told me what happened in class. Mrs Hutchinson had no fucking right to do that to you," he said and opened the car door, when they reached it.
As Elliot helped her in to the car, Olivia whispered, "I was so embarrased."
"I don't blame you, Liv, it would have been. Put your belt on, babe."
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While Olivia was laying down on the couch, watching some soap opera, Elliot was cleaning up the kitchen after dinner and used the time to call his mom.
"Stabler residence," Emily answered. The sound of the same soap opera that Olivia was watching was in the background.
"Hey, Em, can I talk to mom?" he asked, keeping his voice down, so that Olivia couldn't hear him.
"Sure, El. Hold on a sec," Emily replied and put the phone reciever down.
A moment later, his mom's voice flowed through the reciever. "Hi, El, how are you, honey? How was school?"
Elliot sighed. "School was crap, mom."
"What happened?"
"Olivia's health teacher embarrassed her in front of her whole darn class. Saying about how she was the perfect model for the results of unsafe sex."
"You know she's right, El."
"Mom," Elliot groaned.
"But you're right, El, she had no right to do what she did. It's none of her business."
"Her whole class laughed at her and one of the snobby girls was going to push her in to her locker. She's six months pregnant for goodness sake."
"Calm down, son. The teasing is only going to get worse as she gets further along and the school year doesn't finish until she is eight months. You can not be with her the whole day either, El. You have your own classes to attend," Angie explained.
"Liv won't be able to handle it for two more months, mom. Those girls are ruthless."
Angie sighed. She knew that she should let them deal with this themselves but Olivia was carrying her grandchild and she didn't want anything to happen to him either. "Let me talk to the principal tomorrow morning, El, and I will see what I can sort out."
"Thank you..." Elliot started but was disturbed by Olivia calling for him.
"El!"
"Hang on, baby! I got to go, mom."
"Okay, El. Take care of Liv and my unborn grandbaby."
"I will. Bye," he said and hung up.
Walking in to the living room, Elliot panicked. Olivia was sitting up with her head down as she rubbed her belly.
"Liv, are you in pre-term labor?" he asked, rushing up to her and squatting down in front of her.
Olivia's head snapped up and she caressed his cheek with a smile. "No, baby, I'm fine. Zachary's just kicking mercilessly in there," she whispered, taking his hand and placing it where he could feel their son kicking.
"You... you're okay with the name Zachary?"
Nodding, Olivia placed her hand over his on her belly. "Yeah, Zachary Isaiah Stabler. Wow, only six months and we've already picked out a name, thought it would take longer then that."
Leaning down, Elliot lifted up Olivia's pink maternity top and kissed her bare, warm belly. "Good strong name. He's going to be a strong boy."
Olivia laughed. "He already is, with the way he kicks now and he's only going to get stronger as he gets bigger."
Putting Olivia's top back down before she got cold, Elliot rubbed her belly once more. "Settle down in there, Zac."
When the baby finally settled, Elliot looked up at Olivia. "What did you call me for, beautiful?"
Olivia had to think about it since they'd been distracted by Zachary. "Ah yes. I want chocolate sauce and pickles."
Furrowing his brows, Elliot stood up. "Together?"
Smiling, Olivia nodded. "Yeah, together. You have to go to the store though 'cause I ate the rest of the pickles last night while you were out with your dad."
Elliot laughed and gave her a kiss on the lips. "Back soon. Love you." His custom 'see you' was 'love you'.
"Love you too," she replied and listened to him leave.
He grabbed his car keys and money from the top of the cupboard in the foyer, opened and closed the door. Olivia then heard him get in the car and start it up before driving off.
Rubbing her belly, Olivia smiled. "I got your daddy wrapped around my little finger, Zac, and I'm sure that you will too when you arrive."
Yawning, she laid down and felt asleep without even realizing it, only to be woken by the apartment phone ringing sometime later.
With a groan, Olivia got up and walked in to the kitchen to answer it. "Hello?"
"Hi, Liv, it's Angie."
Hearing something was wrong in her voice, Olivia began to panic and in response, Zachary started to kick again. "Angie, what's wrong? What's going on?"
Angie sighed. "Elliot's in the hospital, honey."
"What... What happened?"
"He was beaten up at the store. He's going to ask, so calm yourself down for the baby's sake. I'm about to come collect you, okay?"
"Thank you. See you in a few minutes," she said and hung up.
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With her coat, purse and keys in hand, Olivia was about to walk out of the apartment, only to be hit with a sudden need for the bathroom, so she had to rush back. Finally with that done, Olivia left the apartment, locking the door behind her and took the elevator down to the lobby. She emerged from the apartment building just in time to see Angie pull up at the curb.
Getting in to the passenger seat, Olivia tried to hide her tears but Angie caught them.
She gave Olivia a gentle rub on the thigh and drove out from the curb. "El's fine, honey. Mike's at the hospital with him and he said that Elliot is fine and asking for you."
"It's my fault!" she sobbed.
Turning on to another street, Angie asked, "How? How is it your fault, Liv?"
"I sent him to the store to get me pickles cause I had a craving."
Laughing lightly, Angie reached over and gently petted the mound containing her grandson. "It's not your fault or this little guy's fault, Olivia. You had a craving and you didn't know what was going to happen. Elliot doesn't blame you, he just needs to be reassured that the same people who attacked him haven't gone after you."
Olivia just nodded and stayed quiet the rest of the trip.
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Olivia slowly opened the hospital room door and gasped as a hand flew to her belly, the other to her mouth. "El!"
He really had taken a beating. Broken nose, a black eye, brusied jaw and they were just the injuries that she saw.
Seeing that his fiancée walk in, unhamed, Elliot sighed in relief that she and Zachary were safe. "Come here, baby," he whispered with open arms.
Being hugged a little too tightly, Elliot hissed in pain.
"Sorry, El. I'm so sorry," she sobbed in to his shoulder.
Rubbing her back, he kissed her neck. "It's okay, baby, it's okay. I'm okay, just got a couple bruised ribs."
"It's all my fault."
Gently pushing her back, Elliot looked in to her eyes and cupped her cheek. "How is it your fault, Livia? Huh? Tell me, beautiful."
"Because I sent you to the store to satisfy my craving."
"Come here, Liv," he ordered softly and gently pulled her down in to his lap.
Placing his hand on her belly, like he always did, since Zac had started to move around in there, Elliot rubbed it in light, roaming circles. "Settle down, Olivia. I don't think I need to tell you that you're upsetting Zachary here."
Tears now falling, Olivia shook her head. "No, you don't because I can feel him, El," she whispered and went to get up but Elliot stopped her.
"Stay here."
"But I'm too heavy, El."
Gently guiding her head to his shoulder with his free hand, Elliot shook his head. "No, you are not."
"I am six months pregnant, El, I'm heavy," she insisted.
"Liv, baby, you have got to settle down. You aren't too heavy at the moment, okay?"
Sighing contently, Olivia nodded.
The door opened and the doctor entered with Angie and Mike close behind.
"El, a few guys have gone to pick up the guys that did this to you. They're going to be booked for assault."
Elliot nodded and turned to the doctor. "Can I go? I have a pregnant fiancée to take home."
Sighing, the doctor nodded. "Yes, but no sleeping. You have a concussion."
Helping Olivia up, Elliot nodded. "Ok, no problem. Forms?"
The doctor passed Elliot the discharge form and once they were signed, they headed home.