Author's Notes: Nothing belongs to me …boo hoo…

This chapter's for phantomliberty...who came across to the reviewers side... :-D

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It was dawn when Olivia awoke to find Elliot's presence was indeed reality and not another one of her nocturnal fantasies. She watched him sleep for a while before deciding his sleeping didn't suit her needs. Gently she blew into his face but he didn't stir. Then she reached over and kissed his lips, his eyelids fluttered but remained closed, she resorted to running her hand over his chest and while that got a better response he didn't wake completely. Olivia decided she had one last option; she rolled over on top of him and kissed him passionately. He was awake.

"Starting something, Detective," he mumbled, extracting his arm from the tangled sheets and wrapping it around her.

"Yep, trying to make up for lost time," she replied nipping at his bottom lip.

"We'll you have no objections from me," he said, rolling them over.

"Didn't think I would," she muttered from beneath his lips.

Elliot studied her face as they became intimately connected yet again, with each one of his thrusts he watched as her chocolate eyes darkened while gazing back at him.

"El, I think this is a record for me," she moaned as she recalled their numerous encounters the night before.

"Me too," he murmured, continuing with his slow, almost torturous movements.

"Do you think we're overdoing it?" Olivia asked, trying to take her mind off her building orgasm so she could wait for him.

"Nah," he replied moving deeper and deeper into her. "But we're probably pleasing Lizzie."

"Huh?" Olivia was confused.

"She wanted a baby sister for Christmas," Elliot answered, moving ever closer to the edge.

He watched as her eyes watered and while she didn't change her motions he knew something had definitely changed. "Liv, what is it?"

"Nothing," she murmured, closing her eyes for the first time. Now was not the time to be thinking about babies and how terrible a mother she would be.

They kept moving in unison until Elliot saw silent tears trickling down her cheeks, she turned her head, praying he wouldn't notice. But there was nothing about her he didn't notice, nothing ever.

Quickly, he rolled them over so she was on top of him. He lay still and wrapped his arms around her before kissing her head.

"You've stopped," Olivia mumbled into his chest, ignoring her own tears.

"Yes and I will stay stopped until you talk to me," he said kissing her head again.

"There's nothing to say," she replied. The night had been so perfect she didn't want to spoil it by her own damned insecurities.

"Why are you crying?" he whispered.

"I'm happy," she replied, looking up at him and trying to smile. She didn't succeed in convincing him.

"No, baby, they're not tears of happiness. Talk to me, Livvy, please," he begged.

"Oh El, it's nothing really…" her voice trailed.

"Lizzie wants a baby sister," he repeated quietly but firmly and watched as the tears bubbled over. He knew that had been the trigger.

She buried her head in his chest and sobbed quietly. Elliot held her tightly and said nothing, wanting her problem to be told in her own words.

When her tears subsided, she went to roll off him but his grip tightened and he wouldn't let her go.

"Tell me, Livvy," he whispered.

A few sniffles, five deep breaths and what seemed to Elliot like an eternity later, she began, her head resting on his chest not daring to look at him.

"I am in love you Elliot," she said playing with the chain around her neck, his present to her. "And I am in love with your kids too. I never knew it was possible to feel such an affinity to anyone, let alone five people who all share the same surname." She felt him kiss her head. "But…" He held his breath; nothing good came after a but.

"But…" he prompted when she said nothing else.

"But I am really, really scared…terrified actually," she admitted in a whisper.

"About what, Liv?" he whispered in return, scared of her fear.

"About being a mother…" She let a small sob escape and felt his arms tighten around her. "We know I had no role model, we know I have a range of parental issues. I am just scared that if I get involved with your kids as someone more than Auntie Liv I'll mess them up."

"Olivia," he raised her face and made her look at him. "You are already involved with my children and they love you unreservedly. You love them and I know you would never hurt them or mess them up deliberately. I trust you implicitly – you just have to learn to trust yourself."

She shook her head. She knew what he was saying was right, his kids were amazing and they loved her unconditionally but if they had a child of their own, a baby who relied wholly on her that would be a whole other matter. He read her mind.

"Liv, if…we have a baby …Lizzie's little sister, then you would be amazing too. You wouldn't have to do it any of it on your own and the advantage with Stabler number five is we would have four built in babysitters." He kissed her lips.

"I just don't…" Olivia began.

"Livvy, darlin', we're getting ahead of ourselves though, aren't we? We made love for the first time less than twelve hours ago, we don't need to be discussing babies just yet, do we?" he asked.

Olivia smiled and kissed him. "No, we don't but if the topic comes up again we can't play favourites."

"Play favourites?" Elliot asked, drawing her face back up.

"Lizzie might want a sister but Dickie wants a brother."

A few long and tender kisses later, Elliot flipped them back over and continued where they had not long left off.

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Gotta love Christmas…I'm hoping Santa delivers El for me too this December.