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Olivia sighed contently when Elliot's arms wrapped around her. After being nailed with orgasm after orgasm, she was exhausted and loved feeling the warmth of her ex-husband around, not that she would ever admit it aloud. "Why did we ever stop have sex when we were married?" He asked while she had her eyes closed, drinking in the moment.
"You had an affair, El. That kind of turned me off to having any sex with you." Olivia breathed before opening her eyes, rolling her head to look directly into his. "Plus, the kids were younger. We didn't have as many opportunities as we do now."
Elliot nodded his head. "Technically, you and I are having an affair. I'm still married."
"Going through a divorce." Olivia added raising her eyebrows at him. "I wouldn't have let this happen if you weren't going to leave your wife."
"Do you think that you'd marry me again?" Elliot asked nuzzling his face into her neck. He felt her body tense for a moment before relaxing. He knew that she didn't like questions about relationships, but found that he was the only one she felt comfortable with.
Olivia shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. You don't have a very good track record." She picked out a fuzz that was hanging on his eyebrow. "I can't really give you an honest answer, El. Because, I really don't know if I would give you that chance. The sex may be amazing, but I need more than that in order to marry you. It wasn't just the affair that tore us apart. We weren't getting along the greatest and I think that's why you had the affair in the first place."
Elliot nodded. "It's no excuse what I did, but I loved you so much, Liv. I never wanted to divorce you. But, I knew what I did was unforgivable." He pecked her lips, feeling her deepen it after a moment. She pushed him down gently onto the mattress, never letting his lips leave hers. His hands pressed against her back, trying to bring her closer to him.
They both groaned when they heard a cell phone go off. "That's me." Olivia sighed before grabbing her phone, answering it as Elliot kissed her neck. "Hello?" Elliot became worried when she jolted upright, a look of worry coming over her face. "Yeah, I'll be right there." She hung up her phone and looked down at Elliot, seeing his concern. "That was Mitch; Venice is in the hospital."
"What happened?" Elliot asked as Olivia got up. He grabbed his pants and pulled them on quickly, almost falling over in the process. "Is she okay?"
"Mitch said that she fell down the stairs doing laundry and passed out. The doctors haven't told him... anything else." Olivia whispered already trying to fight her tears.
Elliot saw her lip start trembling. "Hey, hey, hey, come here." He wrapped his arms around her, feeling her face against his chest. "She's going to be okay. Let's go see what the doctor has to say." He rubbed her back as she nodded her head, still staying in his arms a moment longer for more reassurance. Kissing her head, they both hurried to change before going downstairs to get into the car.
Olivia and Elliot ran out of the elevator, finding Mitch by the nurses' station. "Any word yet?" Elliot asked.
Mitch shook his head. "No, I've been asking the nurses, but they said that I can't know anything because I'm not immediate family yet."
"You're her fiance." Olivia stated matter of factly, not believing that the nurses wouldn't let him in.
"That's what I told them. Apparently, there has been some discrepancies around her lately." Mitch said with a roll of his eyes.
"Well, I'm her fricken mother. If they don't talk to me, they aren't talking to anybody." Olivia nearly growled before leaning over the counter. "Excuse me, please." A nurse turned to her. "I'm here to see Venice Stabler; I'm her mother Olivia. What is going on?"
The nurse got on her computer and searched the name, finding sufficient evidence to conclude that Olivia was in fact Venice's mother. "Ms. Stabler was just put into a room about ten minutes ago. She has a couple cuts and bruises. The biggest things we found were a concussion and a broken arm. According to her chart, she is still out right now, but the doctors expect her to wake up by the end of the day."
Elliot nodded his head. "Thank you, can we go see her?"
"Her room is three twenty-seven." The nurse said pointing down the hallway.
Olivia nearly sprinted down the hallway, nearly knocking over two doctors. When she entered the room, her breath caught in her throat. Venice was laying in the hospital bed with her arm in a cast. There was a large bruise on her jaw and neck, purple in color. A small, but visible cut was above her eyebrow. Her arm, not in the cast, was covered with more bruises and cuts. "Oh my God!" Elliot breathed behind her.
Mitch walked up to her and pulled a chair up, sitting down on it, before laying his head down on the mattress, his body shaking as his hand slipped into hers. Olivia walked up to the other side of the bed with Elliot behind her, rubbing her daughter's arm above the cast. "Did you call Ricky?"
"Yeah, one of his friends is bringing him down." Elliot whispered before they heard somebody running out in the hallway. Ricky rushed into the room seeing his sister laying in the bed. "Move!" He barked at Mitch, startling him into moving. Ricky took his place and grabbed Venice's hand. "Venice, c'mon, wake up. Sis, you gotta wake up."
"Ricky, she's okay. The doctor said she's still unconscious." Olivia said to her son, wondering why he was being so paranoid about the whole deal. She wanted her daughter to wake up to, but she wanted her daughter to be healthy more."
Ricky reached down and took off his shoe. "It's not good to be asleep while having a concussion. The longer she's unconscious, the more danger she's in." He lifted up his shoe and put it under Venice's nose. "Wake up."
Elliot grabbed his son's shoe and yanked it out of his hand. "Let her be, Ricky. We don't need to burn her lungs with the stench of your feet. I-" They all fell silent when Venice started coughing.
"Who put Ricky's shoe in my bed?" Venice asked before opening her eyes, groaning at the pounding sensation in her head.
"Thank God you are okay!" Olivia smiled before kissing her daughter's head.
Ricky lifted his sister's hand up, encasing it with both of his. "Tell them, Venice. You have to tell them."
Venice frowned at him. "Tell them what, Ricky?"
"Tell them." Ricky whispered as he glanced around the room.
Venice looked at her parents before looking at Mitch. "Can I have a minute alone with Ricky?"
"I think it'd be best if Ricky took a breather. You've been through the ringer today." Elliot said grabbing his son's shoulder.
"It's okay, Daddy. I need to talk to him." Venice smiled lightly before looking up at Ricky.
Olivia saw the look in her daughter's eyes and knew that Ricky was onto something that she needed to talk to him about. "C'mon, let's go to the food court or something. We'll come back in a little bit." She rubbed Elliot's back before they left with Mitch, blowing a kiss to her daughter before she left her sight.
Venice looked up at Ricky as he sat down in the chair next to her. She pressed the button for the bed to raise, letting her sit up. "Ricky, how could you do that?"
"Mitch is hurting you. He put you in the hospital this time. He could kill you the next time." Ricky blurted out still holding her hand between his own.
"Ricky, I love him." Venice said shaking her head. "I surprised him today. That's why he pushed me down the stairs."
Ricky shook his head. "But, he doesn't love you. He wouldn't hurt you if he did. He does not have the right to hurt you, no matter what you do. Venice, you don't even love him. You're just trying to convince yourself you do."
Venice teared up. "No-"
"Yes, Venice. You love Vince. You are only marrying Mitch because you don't think you deserve Vince." Ricky argued with her, leaning closer. He hated how stubborn his sister was, but he didn't care if it took him forever. He would always fight or her to be happy.
"I don't deserve him. Look, I really took Mitch by surprise today." Venice explained wiping her eyes. "I told him I was pregnant. He told me he never wanted kids a while ago. I just figured I would have more time for him to adjust to the idea of it."
Ricky shook his head. "Why would you lie about being pregnant? I know Mitch is too dumb to pick up on it, but you haven't done anything with him for a while."
Venice nodded her head, looking down at her fingers playing with the blanket. "I know... it's not his baby. He doesn't know that though. He still thinks it's his." She bit her lip when Ricky's face went into total shock, his hand going limp against hers. "It's Vince's."
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