A/N: Kathy explained, the prom, graduation, and a snag in the plan. (OH! and PS: Law & Order: Special Victims Unit star, Christopher Meloni has set the record straight on his future with the show. And that means he's NOT leaving! Meloni explained all the confusion to Us: "It's lies. All lies. No. What I said was 'When your contract is done…that will be the end. Because when your contract is done, it's usually the end. But when [producers] come back to me, you know, we can always talk.' I couched it incorrectly. It wasn't [the reporter's] fault. I had one year [left] on my contract. Our show hasn't been picked up. Those are the facts of the matter."

So, if the show gets picked up again, he will be on board. "Yeah. Why not?"

I know that this is a huge relief for a LOT of fans out there. (From the Backseat Cuddler)

DISCLAIMER: Dick Wolf owns SVU and its characters. TStabler© owns the narrative, dialogue, and plot of this story.

"Okay, little boy," Olivia whispered, climbing out of the bed to attend to a crying Jacob.

"I got him, baby," Elliot said, groggily.

"El, you have to go to work soon," Olivia argued, getting up anyway.

Elliot turned to her as he reached the crib and said, "And you've got school, and we're going to the prom tomorrow night. We both need sleep, babe, but Jacob comes first now."

Olivia walked up behind him, as he lifted Jacob into his arms, and wrapped her arms around him. "I know, El. I still can't believe she had this all planned. She knew, when we got together, that she was gonna stick you with the baby and drag me along for the ride. If she never wanted the baby, why did she..."

"She's just as Catholic as I am, Liv," Elliot interrupted. "Abortion was not an option. I'm gonna get more answers out of her today. I need to know why she did this to us, and I'm not done yelling at her."

Olivia chuckled as she held him tighter, standing on her toes to look down and the calming boy in his arms. "She's damn lucky I ran out of that squadroom without saying anything to her. I inherited a pretty wicked temper from both of my parents."

Elliot turned to her. "You don't know if your father had a..."

"Rapist," Olivia interrupted.

Elliot laughed silently. "Right. Sorry."

"Yeah," Olivia sighed. "He was probably an angry, temperamental man."

"Probably, baby," Elliot chuckled. "Looks like all he needed was a little love, Liv. He's sound asleep."

"Well," Olivia said, whispering into Elliot's ear as he placed the baby back in his new, wooden crib, "He's not the only one who needs a little love." She raked her nails down his chest and kissed the back of his neck.

Elliot turned, suddenly, and raised his eyebrow at Olivia. "Is that right?" he asked, huskily, wrapping his arms around her.

"Yeah," Olivia whispered, inching closer to his lips. "It is."

"I love you," he told her as his lips finally crashed into hers. He led her quickly to the bed, pulling off her pajamas. He glanced at the clock, then down at Olivia. "Woman, you're gonna be the death of me," he grunted, slowly pushing into her.

Olivia gasped, digging her nails into his back. "Oh, God," she whispered.

"But what a way to go," he mumbled, kissing her and thrusting deeper. He moved slowly, deeply, deciding that slowly and passionately making love to his wife was more important than getting off quickly just so he could go back to sleep.

Kathy sat, anxiously, in the interrogation room, waiting for the ball to drop. She knew that Elliot would be in any minute, and she knew he'd be pissed off. Sure enough, the door opened and he walked in. Kathy gasped at the sight of him in his suit. He looked so handsome, so hot, so...married. "Where's your uniform?" Kathy asked.

"Detectives wear suits, Kathy," Elliot said, shutting the door. He cracked his knuckles and rolled his neck.

Kathy knew him well enough to know this meant he was incredibly pissed off. "Detective?"

"I got a promotion," Elliot barked. He folded his arms and leaned against the mirror.

"What's, uh, what's wrong?" Kathy asked. "Are you still upset about the baby? I thought that you liked Jacob?"

"I do, Kathy. I love him. Liv and I love him," Elliot said, through gritted teeth. "We both love that little boy. But we didn't want to be his parents! What the hell is your problem? You could have asked first! If you needed time to get your shit together, we would have watched him for you, but do you have any idea what you did? You practically forced us to get married, and now we have a kid, Kathy! Olivia's only eighteen! Did you even think about what she may have wanted? What if she didn't want to marry me, huh? What if she didn't want the baby? You could have broken us up!"

Kathy hung her head. There was no use in trying to deny the fact that that's exactly what she wanted. "Elliot, I..."

"Woah, hold on," Elliot broke in. "You pushed us to get married, then left us with the baby, hoping you'd piss her off enough to leave? Then what? You wanted me to come running to find you? You wanted me to help you raise him, is that it?"

Kathy's eyes, welling up with tears, rose top meet his. "Yes," she said. "And no." She took a breath and said, "That was the original plan, but when I came out here to find you, I didn't intend on suggesting you get married. I was just gonna leave him with you. And then when you came to me, I had planned doing what you did. Calling the cops, showing them the birth certificate, blaming her for abandoning her child."

"You were gonna have Olivia arrested for abandoning...when you knew that...what the fuck is wrong with you?" Elliot asked, yelling.

Kathy shook her head. "Wait, Elliot. I'm not finished. When I showed up, you did nothing but talk about her and tell me how she changed your life, made you a better person. When I saw how in love with her you were, and how in love with you she was, I knew she would never leave you no matter what I did, so I changed the plan. I gave you both Jacob, and left the certificate. She'd be a better mother than me, anyway. I'd never do anything to hurt you, Elliot. I couldn't hurt you."

"But you could hurt Liv," Elliot said, bitingly.

Kathy swallowed and wiped her eyes. "Before, I would have, in a heartbeat," she said. "But doing that would have hurt you, so not anymore."

"Fuck, Kathy," Elliot scoffed, "You don't think leaving her with a baby hurt her? She's got another week left of school, and then she's got four years of college, twelve weeks of the police academy...damn it, she can not be a mother right now!"

Kathy blinked. "You're Catholic, Elliot," she said. "Are you telling me you're using birth control now just so she can finish school? I didn't hurt her, Elliot. I just sped up what was bound to happen anyway."

"What?" Elliot spat harshly. "Kathy, that's completely different. We're taking enough precautions, okay? If anything did happen, it would be our problem, our responsibility. Jacob was yours! You just pawned him off. Who does that?"

Kathy rolled her eyes. "Me, I guess," she said, coldly. "If you don't want him..."

"I do," Elliot said, nodding. "We do," he clarified, ensuring Kathy knew that Olivia was in, too. "I got what I needed. I'm done talking to you." He moved to walk out of the room, but turned. "You know you don't have any rights, at all, to him, right? You know you gave up any claim on him."

"I know," Kathy said. "I know what I did, Elliot." She got out of her seat and stepped over to him. "And I know what I'm doing now. I've always wondered what this was like, what this would feel like," she said, grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulling him closer to her. She kissed him, as hard as she could.

Olivia, watching from the pit, gasped. She turned and walked out of the department doors, leaving Elliot's tux in its bag on the table.

"What the fuck, Kathy?" Elliot yelled, pushing her off of him. He wiped his mouth, vigorously, and said, "I'm adding a charge to your list. Assaulting an officer." He opened the door and stormed into the pit. He looked at Cragen, who looked pissed off and upset.

"Olivia saw that, Elliot. She brought your tux," Cragen said, pointing to the table. "You should go," he told Elliot.

Elliot's eyes widened. "Shit," he spat, grabbing the suit bag and running for the door.

"Liv!" Elliot yelled, running through the door. "Liv! baby, she kissed me and I'm fucking pressing charges! I didn't kiss her! I actually, really, want to forget it! Liv?"

Olivia slowly walked out of the bedroom, in her prom dress, her hair done and her makeup almost finished. "I'm here," she said, softly.

"Liv!" Elliot cried, running to her. He picked her up in arms and spun her around. "Baby, you ran before you saw me yell and almost punch her. You know I would never...I could never..."

"I know," Olivia said. "That's not why I ran."

Elliot looked confused. "Then why did you..."

"Because, El," she said, bringing her hand up to cup his face, "I heard you say that I couldn't be a mother right now, and if we did end up having a baby, it would be our problem, but you thought we were taking enough precautions."

"Oh, honey," Elliot said, sighing, "I didn't mean it like that. It wouldn't be a problem, Liv."

"No, El," Olivia said, chuckling. "You just made me realize that...I'm late."

Elliot looked around at the clock on the coffee table. "No, baby, the prom doesn't start until seven-thirty we have plenty of..." he paused, then turned back around to her. "Oh, my God, Liv! You mean late late?"

Olivia nodded, then took his hand and led him into the bathroom. "El," she said, handing him a little white stick. "We need to find a house, fast, because there's no way in hell we're fitting two cribs in that bedroom."

"Liv," Elliot whispered, two small tears rolling down his left cheek, "I'm really gonna be a daddy."

"Yeah," Olivia said, nodding, wiping his tears and ignoring her own. "Are you okay with that?"

"Do I look okay to you?" Elliot asked, grinning like a baboon. "Liv, I'm better that okay! I'm fucking ecstatic!" He pulled her into a tight hug, spun her around again, and kissed her, deeply. "Wow," he said, softly. "This isn't gonna change anything. You do not have to change your plans, baby. We can do this," he told her.

"I know we can," Olivia said, wiping her own eyes. "Get dressed, El. We have to make all of my friends, and some of my enemies, incredibly jealous. After all, you are a professional dancer," she said, kissing him.

"And every guy in the place will be just as jealous because you're the most beautiful woman in the world, baby," he said, planting another kiss on her lips. "And you're mine."

Olivia laughed. "I am," she said, bringing his hands from her face to her belly, "And so is this baby."

They walked into the prom, stepped out onto the dance floor, and heads instantly turned. He was definitely older, better looking, and had better moves than any other boy there. She was elegant, classy, and by looking it was obvious she was so in love with Elliot that every girl was jealous of her. Every guy was, as he suspected, jealous of him, too, for being with her and for commanding the attention of every one of their dates.

"Everyone's staring at us," Olivia whispered to Elliot as he spun her around gracefully.

Elliot chuckled. "Is that a problem?" he asked, pulling her back toward him, leading her into a Maranga.

"Not at all," Olivia laughed, following his lead. "Aren't you proud? I didn't put my heels down, I'm keeping my eyes focused on yours, and my arms are locked."

Elliot laughed and tugged on her hands, pulling her close. "I'm proud of everything you do, Liv." he grabbed her right hand and gave her a slight push, twirling her out, then pulled her back in, continuing their perfect ballroom dance.

When the song ended, they realized the floor was empty, except for them, and everyone was clapping. Elliot, used to this, pulled Olivia into his arms and made her bow with him. She looked up at him and laughed as she kissed him, having the time of her life.

Dinner was fun, though inedible, as Olivia, Elliot, and Alex chatted and played Hockey with the steak. They danced, to every song, outshining every other couple. In the middle of a slow dance, though, Olivia's head popped up off of Elliot's shoulder. "El," she said, softly. "Honey, look," she said, stopping, and turning his attention toward the door.

"Is that Fin?" Elliot asked, furrowing his brow.

"Yeah," Olivia said, smiling. They walked over to him, and he wrapped his arms around Olivia. "Fin!" she cried. "You're a cop?"

Fin hugged back. "Yeah, Baby-Girl," he said with a content smile. "I don't work with Elliot, though. I wish I was here for a better reason." He looked at Elliot and said, "Man, uh, it's your father."

"My...what?" Elliot said, squeezing Olivia's hand tighter. "What about him?"

"You need to come with me," Fin said, sadly. "Both of you."

A/N: What happened? Will it cause problems or bring them closer together? And how does a baby that's all their own affect them?