Disclaimer: Maria Frank and Ben Munch are my own creation. John Munch and others belong to Law and Order: SVU. Some adult content...yep.

Four month old Ben Munch looked around on his belly, observing and listening to the voices he knew. Bracing himself up on his arms and lifting his head, his big toothless smile broke out when he saw John walk over. Babbling happily when he was lifted up and placed on his father's lap when John sat down, he reached his hands up and tried to grab for his transition glasses. "Oh, I don't think so, Spike." Munch softly laughed and handed him a toy to play and suck on.

Maria was due home in two hours from work. Right after she gets home, Elliot will be stopping by with a playpen for Ben since he was starting to become more active. His favorite toy so far was a brightly colored rattle with a bird at the end - something he grabbed for at the store the week before they could stop him. When he cried when Maria had put it back, John handed it back to him and Ben calmed right down. After it was cleaned several times at home, she handed it to him and he went right ahead sucking and shaking it.

Reaching for a picture book Fin had gifted Ben a few days ago, he opened it to see brightly colored animals, plants and people etched into the pages. Ben, shaking his rattle, babbled to get his father's attention and reached out to one page. "What? You like that coloring?" He asked his softly and cheerfully.

"Baba baba baba baba," He replied, patting the page with his hand, like he was telling or describing the page to John himself. Looking up at his father, the little Munch smacked the page once more and squealed.

"Yes, Ben. That's a doggy. Can you say doggy?"

"Daba baba bababa." Drool traveled down his chin and landed on his absorbent bib.

John softly sighed and wiped the baby's chin with the neutral colored bib. "You my dear boy are a drool machine. Do you know that?" He laughed, watching him stick his tongue out and pull it back in without even blinking. "You are one personality-ridden baby, Ben."

Turning back to the book and watching his father turn a few pages, the baby stopped him when he slapped the page and went 'Da!' at a brightly pictured couple with their toddler at their side. "Daga!"

"You're right Ben; that does look like me, your mommy and you." John gave him a small smile when he looked up, noticing he had spoken. "Just have to wait a little longer and we'll be a happily family. Not like we're not a happy family, but we can be a legal happy family with the same last names. You're mommy doesn't have our same last names yet, but she will." Shifting Ben's sitting position, so he could look at him properly, John could feel a small vent coming on. "See, that's the problem with some people in this world. Since mommy and I are living together, people are probably going to assume she and I are married. At the same time, with the outside world seeing us with you, they assume we're your grandparents." He huffed softly, wiping his chin again with the bib. "Society just doesn't think we, being older folks, can't father or mother a child. You proved us wrong, little guy."

Ben reached up and touched John's nose. "Bada gada," He babbled with a straight face.

"You're are absolutely right, Ben. You have no idea how good you have it." He beamed down at his now grinning son and moved them both to the floor. Placing Ben down on his belly, he laid down with him and observed the baby lift himself up on his hands and reach out for John's hand. "Are you going to learn to crawl soon? We have a playpen coming for you to keep you occupied and we'll be doing more baby-proofing then we've really been doing."

He cooed and continued to babble, his rattle in his hand. Munch grinned when he looked up at the ceiling like and babbled some more.

"You are one funny little dude, Ben." He rested his chin on his arms and watched the baby try to mimic his posture. "You are a total hoot, son."

"Ben likes the book Fin got for him." John tiredly commented following bedtime. Ben slept soundly in the crib out in the living room since he had outgrown the bassinet. Plans to get the house they wanted in Queens was going well and packing of their belongings was under way. Once she retired, they were moving in.

Her retirement party was next week.

Laying on her stomach and drifting in and out of sleep, Maria cracked a small smile. "Really? That's wonderful." She reached out and lightly patted John's face, cuddling close. "He's going to crawl soon."

"I'm aware. I wonder if I'm up for that." Opening one eye, he saw she was barely responding to him anymore. It's true; they were exhausted. After getting home from work, she helped Elliot bring up a playpen for Ben and enjoyed seeing he adapted to it well. "The pen will keep him entertained for a while."

Sighing in her sleep, she barely answered with a hum and she was out. Draping the comforter around her shoulders, John was soon fast asleep.

Close to three that morning, Maria woke up to something poking her in the thigh. Sometime during the night, the two had rolled over to one side and John was now behind her. The feel of being poked during the night no longer alarmed her since she knew it was normal when he was having a deep dream. Noticing his arm was draped over her waist, she took a hold of his hand and slowly woke him up. "John? Baby, wake up."

Shifting in his sleep and moving closer to her, Munch groaned softly into her neck with a smile on his face. Oh, for Pete sake, Frank thought to herself, knowing he was happily dreaming about something. "C'mon, hun. Just wake up enough to roll over." She pleaded at a whisper, closing her eyes for a moment. What a way to wake up.

"Hm, what?" He muttered half asleep, wrapping his arms around her.

"Wake up or roll over. You're poking me." Lifting his head slightly, John gave her a quizzical look. "John, look down at your crotch. You are literally poking me in my thigh." She muttered between her teeth, fighting her resolve to press back against him and start off their day is sheer bliss.

Barely awake, he glanced down and sighed. "Look at that." Chuckling softly to himself, he moved back up to nuzzle her neck. "I see nothing wrong with that."

"I'm sure you don't," Maria softly sighed as she rolled over to face him. Noticing he was giggling to himself, she rolled her eyes and thought of what to do. "What? Do I need to please you to calm you down?"

Wiggling his eyebrows and grinning big, he quickly pushed the comforter away and rolled into his back. Chuckling from how quickly he moved to his usual position, she grabbed for the box of tissues on her bedside table and lowered his boxers just enough to give them both a good comfort level. "No foreplay?" He remarked with a smirk, running his fingers through her hair.

"From the bruise on my thigh from your hard poking, nope." She retorted, kissing his shaft. "Now quit your giggling and let me focus for this." Winking at him, she moved quickly to jump right down to business and John gripped the sheets for a moment.

Five seconds later, he giggled.

Freezing in her position, Maria released him and gave him a look. "Seriously? Were you bit by the giggle bug today?" He responded by giggling a little more. "You're not making this easier, John-boy."

"I'm sorry, Mar." He breathed, trying calm himself. "It was just...this dream I had that involved you, me and," He paused for a moment. "Rocket Pops."

Blowing out a breath and laughing, Maria shook her head and went back down to business to please him.

Five minutes into it, he drew in a sharp breath and warned her with a tap to her shoulder. Pulling away from his shaft, Frank watched him climax and chuckled when he started giggling again. "Feel better?"

"Oh, beyond that." John caught his breath and continued to giggle for the next few minutes as she cleaned him up. "Must have been the quickest job I've had."

Laying back down and curling up beside him, Maria closed her eyes once more to get some sleep. "Well, you were pretty much half way to the end when I got started." Pressing her lips to his neck and feeling his pulse pounding, she knew he was the greatest man she had ever known.

Five days later -

Maria Frank stood in the kitchen, stirring breast milk with baby rice cereal to slowly begin introducing food to Ben. "Going to eat from the spoon, Ben?" She happily asked, sitting down in a chair and faced the high chair. The living room was full of boxes for their upcoming move to their home in Queens and space was feeling limited with the crib among the boxes. Making sure the mixture was very thin to begin feeding him, Frank strapped a elephant bib around his neck and scooted closer.

This was going to be fun.

Laying in bed, John wasn't taking a chance going near the baby while fighting his stress cold. The packing and moving had him running on a thin rope of stress and his immune system had taken a hit. Kathy Stabler was coming over before Maria left for work with Eli to care of Ben while Munch slept. Moving to comforter over his head and hiding from the beam of light coming in, he longed to be out and observe Maria feed their son.

The white creamy food dribbled down Ben's chin as his tongue did a reflex and pushed it out. Scooping it up with the baby spoon and moving it around with plane sounds, Maria grinned when he mimicked her grin and popped it in. With two big swallows, the food went down and Ben cooed, spraying food particles on Maria's shirt. "You are so lucky this is not my work shirt," She smirked, clapping her hands when he clapped happily. "I'm so proud you swallowed your food, Ben. Good boy."

"Bababa gadaga," Ben replied, checking out the food that had landed on the tray. "Baba."

"Can you say 'Dada' or 'Momma'?" She asked, wondering if he was going to say his first words. "You daddy would be very proud if you say 'Dada' when he's around." Maria stirred the contents in the bowl and scooped up just a little. "Can you open up?" She asked cheerfully, flying it around as Ben watched her hand. "Here is comes!"

Daba!" Ben happily squealed and took in the spoon, working hard to swallow the food instead of pushing it out.

Maria laughed and wiped his chin with his moist bib. "You're taking to the food better then some babies do. You could be president with your attitude, my little man."

Over the next ten minutes, Ben was happily fed by his mother until he was done, turning his head away from the spoon with a pout. Keeping him strapped in the high chair, she placed the bowl and spoon in the dishwasher and answered the door when she heard Eli's familiar voice in the hallway. "Thanks for stopping by, Kathy. Wouldn't have called if John wasn't ill."

"Oh, no problem. How bad is it?" She placed three year old Eli on the floor and handed him his bag of toys.

"Nothing bad. It's more like a stress cold from our upcoming move after I retire. He hasn't been sleeping well the last few days and has been constantly scratching his neck from stress to the point he could break skin." She unstrapped Ben from the high chair and lifted him up. "I just fed him some baby rice cereal and he did very well. I have some bottles in the fridge if he gets hungry and the changing table is over by that wall there," She pointed in the direction to show her. "Well, you basically know where everything thing is, of course. If you need help with finding something, don't feel shy knocking on the bedroom door and asking John."

Mrs. Stabler nodded and held her hands out for Ben. "We'll be fine. Eli does really well with babies younger then him and might just go ahead and ignore him anyway. He has his bag of toys, so he'll be distracted. How long is your shift today?"

"Four hours - give or take. Don's been cutting them down the closer we get to the wire." Maria motioned for her to follow her to the bedroom so she could change her shirt and talk to Kathy through the door. "I have to admit, I can't wait to get away from everything I've seen and witnessed."

Kathy bounced Ben in her arms and patted his back softly. "I understand. I can't wait for Elliot to leave Special Victims. It does take a toll on our relationship."

Looking over at the lump in the bed, Maria had to agree. Kneeling down and combing her fingers through John's mostly silver hair, she fully knew what she meant. "I know what you mean, Kathy. It's been a bumpy road for us." Kissing John's forehead as he slept, she walked out and grabbed for her jacket. "At least he and I have stuck together through everything and I know you and Elliot will be fine."

"I hope so." She cracked a small smile and placed a hand on Maria's shoulder. "I'll call if anything comes up, okay?"

Nodding and kissing Ben's forehead, Maria Frank gave her a wave and left for the few hours she had.

M*M*M*M*M*M*M*M*M*M

Moving a few more things from her desk and into a box, Maria's desk was slowly looking more and more bare with every little thing she placed into the cardboard box she had stashed under her desk. Hearing a woman Fin and Marks had arrested earlier that day cry in the holding pen, she raised her head enough to see Tutoula release a man they had interrogated. The man lashed out at the woman in the pen, throwing his fist between the bars and collided with her chin.

"Hey! Get out or get arrested!" Fin snarled, grabbing the back of his collar and shoved him out department door. "Make a choice." Trudging in Maria's direction, he sat down in the chair beside her metal desk and heavily sighed. "I fuckin' hate people."

"Wanna lay back my desk and tell me it all started when you were a baby?" She smirked, tossing the cardboard box under her desk. "What's up with the cry baby in the pen?"

"She murdered her kids, thinking her husband would have taken her back. Havin' a Susan Smith moment, ya know?" He tapped the desk top with his fingers and leaned back. "And those tears are not for the three kids, but for her husband. He's filing for divorce and will be testifying against her about how she treated him and the kids."

Maria Frank shook her head slowly and chewed on the end of her pen. "I don't get people. Why didn't he take the kids when he left?"

"Tried to, but the court system allowed her to keep them since she was their mother and we both know all mothers are suppose to be kind and godly." Fin sarcastically explained to her, smirking when she cracked a smile.

"If that was true, my mother would still be alive and drying me out of my paychecks." Maria leaned back and tossed her pen on the desk. "Whatever. I'm going to be done with this shit soon. All I want to do is hug my baby, kiss my man and crawl into bed until the world ends."

"I hear ya, baby. I hear ya."

Returning home and saying good bye to Kathy and Eli Stabler, Maria Frank checked on napping Ben and quietly peeked into the bedroom to see John laying on his side and reading a book. "Hey, handsome."

Placing the book down and lifting his head a little, he broke out a small smile. "Hey. How was work?"

She shrugged and sat down on the bed. "The usual terrible things. Fin arrested a mother for killing her three kids, thinking her husband would take her back. Crazy bitch cried in the holding pen from when I sat down to when I left. But enough about my hell. How are you feeling?"

"Better, but still not all the way there."

"Have you eaten anything today?" When John shook his head, Frank headed into the kitchen and made him an easy to eat late lunch. Waiting for him to sit up in bed, she fed him carefully instead of him doing it himself. "Haven't done this in a while," she softly commented, forking up some egg.

Giving her a smile, Munch replied, "I know. We've been busy caring for Ben. How was his first solid food session?"

"Good. Really good. He seems to love baby rice cereal." She smiled sheepishly and added, "I think I enjoy making plane sounds."

John laughed softly and laughed louder when she made the sound, moving the fork around. To humor her, he opened his mouth and she popped the fork in, surprising him. "I didn't expect that." He said with a cocky smile, slowly chewing.

"I figured you didn't," Maria softly chuckled and worked on forking up the some of the last eggs. "What some more like that?" Nodding with a grin, he watched the fork with his eyes and held his mouth open. For the next few forkfuls, they had fun with her 'flying fork' game until Ben woke from his nap. "I should go take care of him. He's probably hungry."

"Go ahead. Not like I'm going anywhere," He smirked, laying back down as she got up.

Placing the plate in the sink, she reached into the crib and scooped up the baby, soothing his tears. "Hey, what's the matter? Are we a little hungry?" Checking to see if it was the case and not just a diaper change, she hightailed into the bedroom and sat down as John rolled over to watch her. There was just something about her nursing their son that fascinated him.

Not wanting to touch him in case he passed on his cold, Munch watched as she removed her shirt for easier access and lowered one strap for Ben to latch onto her right breast to feed. Closing his eyes with content, the little Munch slowed to take a breath and then continued. "Does it hurt anymore?"

"Oh, no. It's more like a tugging feeling then anything."

John smirked and cracked, "Like when I play with your breasts?" Maria blushed and nodded, showing a shy smile. "Hey," He reached out and caressed her arm gently. "You know you don't need to be shy around me. I've said, touched and seen everything of your body. Although, I am getting jealous of my offspring going to town with your chest." He cocked an eyebrow and gave her a look.

Frank rolled her eyes and softly sighed. "I figured you were getting jealous about him."

"Well, I've never had to share your ever so beautiful breasts before. Now, since you're nursing him - the best thing for him anyway - makes me jealous I have to share him."

"I don't see you playing with them any time soon anyway, unless you want to accidentally..." She paused and left it sitting in the air, wondering if he was going to get it.

Contemplating what she said, he asked after a long pause, "Do you know what it tastes like?"

Tilting her head slightly in thought, Frank patted down a small curl on Ben's head with her hand. "The nurse told me it tastes sweet, like honey, sugar and syrup. Not as thick as store milk, but it's sweeter. Why? Are you wondering if you should taste it?"

Looking sheepish for a moment, John made eye contact with her and answered with honesty in his voice. "If it doesn't bother you, yes."

Nodding her head slowly, Maria leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Alright. I'm sure there are other women out there who let their men taste it out of curiosity. Once you're back to full health, we can certainly talk about it. For now," She slipped her fingers between Ben's mouth and her breast, "little sport here has fallen back to sleep and needs to be burped."

"I'm going to get up for a moment," John announced, moving to sit up and stretched. "I should take a shower or something since I'm feeling slightly better. Just a few more days and you are a free woman, my dear sweet Mar."

Maria laughed. "I'm sweet? After today's shit-fest, I'm surprised I'm sweet."

"I thought we were suppose to watch our language around the baby?"

She shrugged and patted Ben's back, who slept on her shoulder. "At this rate, he's going to be saying various words with my retirement coming up, the move after that and getting everything baby proofed when he learns to crawl. I won't be surprised if his first word is 'shit'."

Laughing as he stood, Munch smiled at the pair before heading to the bathroom. After a hard day, there was nothing better then seeing her relax with her boys. Made him one happy man.

To be continued...

Author's note - No idea how much longer I'll let this go, but since I'm having way too much fucking fun and enjoying this, I'll keep going until I feel it's ready to end. And, yes, I've done a lot of reading, and advice from a friend, after men tasting breast milk and what it tastes like. Hey, curiosity is a wonderful thing. Sure hasn't killed me yet!