A/N: The fourth chapter of Part 2 is finally up... next week, the first chapter of Part 3! Let me know what you all think so far, and hey, I'm building on my recently discovered confidence with more of that smut that you all know and love (and, to be fair, so do I.) You also get a bit of backstory, so let me know what you think of that too.

EXTRA NOTE: Because the site is cracking down on - ahem - smut, I have been forced to edit this chapter pretty massively. I'm going to try and rewrite the ones I'm going to be editing, but in the meantime there'll be a big gap.

Also, if you want to read the original unedited version, send me a quick review saying so and I will get on it for you!

'It'll be so nice for Nat to have someone to play with...' Elliot stroked Olivia's back absent-mindedly. Her head was resting on his shoulder, her hair tickling his ear, and her left arm was draped across his chest, her hand clasped around his. 'Do you think it'll be a girl or a boy?'

Olivia laughed and kissed his shoulder. 'I don't know, El. What do you think?'

He thought about it. 'A boy.'

'You think it'll be a boy?' She looked up and smiled at him. 'Why?'

'I don't know, maybe I'm just desperately hoping for an ally in a house full of women...'

She laughed softly. 'Maybe.' She stroked the palm of his hand with her thumb. 'You know, Natalie's looking more like you every day.'

'Really?' Elliot was surprised. He'd always thought that his dark-haired, dark-eyed daughter was the image of her mother.

She tilted her chin up so her lips were brushing his cheek. 'Yes. She has your pale skin, and your eyes, even if they're dark brown rather than blue.' He felt her smile against the side of his face. 'And she's just as stubborn as you are.'

Elliot laughed and kissed Olivia's forehead. 'I always thought she got that from you.'

Olivia thought about it. 'Yeah... that's possible too.' She kissed him on the cheek and snuggled back against him, pressing her face into the side of his neck.

'It'll be great,' he said quietly. 'Just you, and me, and Nat, and... and...'

'Shrimp,' said Olivia.

'...Shrimp?'

'Until we find out if it's a he or a she, I think Shrimp is a good name.'

'OK, Shrimp it is. 'He smiled. 'We'll have to start looking at finding a bigger place.'

Olivia paused. 'We will?'

Elliot craned his neck to look at her. 'Well, yes. This apartment's barely big enough for us and Nat, let alone... uh... Shrimp.'

She looked doubtful. 'I don't know...' This apartment is mine... I like it...

'I mean, Liv, I know you didn't want to leave your place when you had Natalie, and that was fine, even if I thought it would have been nice to raise her somewhere a bit quieter than Manhattan, but with a new baby, we'll need the space.' And there's no way that I'm raising any child of mine in the city any longer than I have to.

'Well, I suppose we could try and find a three bedroom somewhere else in the building...' And thanks for asking me first, by the way. Knowing that you've made all these life-changing decisions without me is just such a massive turn on. Not.

He sighed impatiently. She really needs to get over this funny thing she has about leaving Manhattan. 'No, Olivia. I mean a proper house. With a garden, and somewhere we can put some swings, and a street where Natalie and the baby can ride their bikes.'

'Wow, you've really thought about this.' Olivia wasn't sure what she thought about that. Especially that he didn't seem to have considered her or what she might want at all.

'I like to think about our future together.' He hugged her tightly. 'Don't you?'

She smiled and her voice softened. 'Of course I do. I'm just not sure that now is the time to be talking about moving house.' In fact, I'm not going to leave my apartment, ever, so you might as well just drop it now.

He nodded. 'You're right. I'm sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm just really excited about this.' He kissed her forehead. 'I love you, Olivia.'

'I love you too.' She laughed and snuggled up closer to him. 'But you know, El, you really ought to stop making life-changing decisions like this.'

'Like what?'

She raised an eyebrow at him. 'In bed.'

'No, I meant what decisions have I made like this?'

Olivia burst out laughing. 'Elliot, do you not remember how you proposed?'

Oh yes, that. 'No, that was different, I'd already planned everything...'

'Liv, our dinner reservations are in twenty minutes!' Elliot would never understand how his girlfriend could spend so long getting ready when she looked fine to begin with. He fidgeted nervously with the ring box in his pocket. He'd been planning this for weeks, made the reservations, chosen the ring, arranged for their four-month-old daughter to stay with her godmother, but now that it was actually time, he was beginning to worry that it was all going to go wrong. He hammered on the bathroom door. 'Liv!'

Suddenly the door opened and she was standing there laughing at him. 'Jeez, El, calm down, you know the table won't be ready for ages yet anyway...' She trailed off. 'What? Why are you looking at me like that?' She fingered the dark green chiffon fabric of her dress nervously. 'Should I change?'

'No...' Elliot stroked the side of her face. 'You're so beautiful, Olivia.'

She smiled and kissed him. 'Look at you in your nice suit.' She brushed a speck of dust off one shoulder. 'I thought you only ever wore this for weddings and funerals.'

'Well, I decided to make an exception.' He smiled back and put his arms around her waist. 'I love you, Olivia.'

She kissed him again. 'I love you too.' She paused thoughtfully. 'When did you say our reservations were again?'

He looked at his watch. '8 minutes.'

She glanced over at their bed and raised an eyebrow at him. 'How late do you think we could be and still get away with it?"

Oh God... 'Uh, I don't know, it's a really popular restaurant...' And I made the reservations four months ago, not last Friday like you think I did. 'Maybe we should wait until we get back...'

She was kissing the side of his neck. 'Really?'

He bit his lip. 'Yes, really.'

He felt her breath on his ear. 'But I don't want to wait, Elliot...' Her hands were inside his suit jacket, rumpling the fabric of his shirt.

Oh God, neither do I... 'Oh, Olivia...' No, wait, her hands, she's going to find the ring! Elliot jumped away from her and Olivia blinked in shock. 'El?'

'Nothing, it's...' Think fast, Elliot. 'I just... didn't want the suit jacket to get creased.' He draped it over the back of a chair. 'That's all.'

She laughed. 'My God, but you're in a funny mood tonight.' She smiled at him and pulled him in to kiss her again. 'Tell you what, El, I promise I'll be quick.' She winked at him. 'Sound good?' He felt her take hold of his hand and slide it up her thigh and under her skirt. 'If it helps at all, I'm not wearing any underwear...'

'Oh, Olivia...' He buried his face in the side of her neck and let her pull him backwards onto their bed. He began to kiss her neck, working up towards her mouth, and felt her stroke the side of his face. She smiled up at him, her cheeks flushed and the elaborate hairdo that had taken her 45 minutes to construct in the bathroom tangled against the bedspread. 'Liv, your hair...'

'The hell with my hair, Elliot.' She yanked the jewelled clip out and dropped it on the floor. 'Kiss me again.' She wrapped her arms around him pressed herself tightly against him as he kissed her.

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He felt her hand on the back of his neck and she was kissing him, harder this time, her other hand up and under his shirt as she ran it over his back. 'Oh God, Liv... Liv...' He could taste her. 'Olivia...'

'Oh, El...' She kissed him again, beginning to lift her hips. 'Oh, I love you...'

'Oh, Olivia...' He hugged her tightly, pressing his forehead against hers. 'Olivia... marry me...' Oh shit.

Olivia froze and looked at him. 'Excuse me?'

'Um...' There was no way to get out of this. 'Olivia, uh... will you marry me?'

She just stared. 'Are you joking?'

He tried a tentative smile. 'Do you really think that I would joke in this position?'

She raised her eyebrows at him. 'To be honest, especially in this position...'

'Well, I'm not.' He smiled at her and stroked the side of her face. 'Olivia, I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. Will you marry me?'

'Well, to be honest with you, I'd always imagined sitting with you on a bench in Central Park, holding hands, and then you getting down on one knee... rather than lying on my back in our unmade bed, with my dress hiked up and my legs in the air.' She laughed and kissed him. 'But yes, El, I will.'

'Really?' Elliot could barely believe it.

'Yes, really.' She paused and wrinkled her nose. 'But I'm not sure I want to know where you're keeping the ring right now.'

He laughed. 'It's in my jacket pocket. I was going to propose at dinner tonight but someone distracted me.' He smiled, leaned in and kissed her. 'Want to see it?'

She smiled at him and raised an eyebrow. 'Isn't there something else we could be doing?'

'Well, um, to be honest, probably not for a few more minutes, no.' Elliot could feel himself turning red. 'The whole, uh, proposal thing got me a bit nervous.'

Olivia burst out laughing. 'OK, El, if you insist.' She kissed him again as he sat up and went to retrieve his jacket from the chair. He bent over it, rifling through the pockets, and finally produced a small blue velvet box. He turned around, took a step forward and began to kneel down. There was a loud rip from the back of his trousers. 'Oh, crap...'

Olivia laughed harder. 'Don't worry about it, El, I think any shot at romance is gone here...'

He smiled at her. 'Never.' He shuffled forward on one knee. 'Olivia, now that I am no longer... um... literally inside you, and we are both slightly more dignified... will you marry me?' He opened the box and held it up to her.

'Oh, Elliot...' The ring was a pale gold, with a large emerald set between two smaller diamonds and surrounded by a scrolled pattern. 'It's lovely...'

'Do you see the crown and the hands?' He pointed them out. 'And the emerald's heart-shaped setting?'

She nodded.

'It's a version of a Claddagh ring. It's Irish, and if you wear it on this finger...' He took it out of the box and slid it onto her left ring finger '...it means that you're engaged.' He smiled and kissed her. 'The hands stand for friendship, the crown stands for loyalty...' He kissed her again. 'And the heart stands for love.' He smiled. 'I thought that that summed up our whole relationship pretty well, don't you?'

'I do.' Olivia bit her lip. 'I love you, Elliot.'

He smiled and kissed her again. 'I love you too, Olivia.'

'I remember that.' Olivia kissed his shoulder and held up her hand to look at her ring. 'We never did get to that restaurant, did we?'

Elliot laughed. 'No, we did not.' He kissed her forehead. 'But I think that we had a lot more fun at home by ourselves.'

Olivia sighed. 'We'll have a lot less alone time after Shrimp's born.'

'We will, but it will be worth it. I can't wait.' Elliot smiled. 'I love you, Olivia.'

'I love you too.' She reached up and turned his face towards her. 'And I can't wait to spend the next seven months doing this with you.' She leaned in and pressed her lips against his mouth. 'Starting with the first scan next month.'

A/N: Edit aside, did you still like it? Please send me a review and let me know!