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Olivia rolled over and laid her head on her fiance's bare chest. She groaned feeling the morning's beam of sun flow through the bedroom window.
She was only eighteen weeks pregnant but felt like she was further along. She was pretty big for four and a half months.
Elliot was awake, but his eyes remained shut, not ready to greet the new day. He wanted more time to lay with his pregnant fiancee before they had to get ready for work.
They had re-hired Olivia but only for desk work to consult on cases with the promise to take it easy for the baby's sake and her own.
The blue eyed man rubbed the brunette's back and she groaned in response.
"Your back hurt, angel?" He asked, softly. His voice groggy and filled with sleep.
"A little....The baby is awake and I can feel it moving," she whispered. Her voice sad.
It confused Elliot.
He opened his eyes and kissed the crown of her head. "Why are you sad, baby?"
Olivia sniffled and cleared her throat. "Hormones," she mumbled.
Elliot smoothed her long dark brown hair back, lovingly. "It's ok, baby," he assured her and looked at the alarm clock.
It was 6:47am. The alarm would be buzzing in thirteen minutes to tell them to get up and ready for work.
"Get a little more sleep, Liv. I'm going to have a shower and I'll make you some breakfast."
Olivia rolled back on to her back so Elliot could get up.
"Can't sleep," she mumbled, closing her eyes again.
Elliot got up and kissed her forehead. "Well get a little more rest," he whispered and gently rubbed her bump, which sheltered their son or daughter.
Olivia nodded and got comfotable.
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Elliot walked back in to the bedroom fifteen minutes later clad in a blue fluffy towel. He found his pregnant lover still in bed, sound asleep. She was laying on her back, one arm over her eyes and her other hand resting on her swelling stomach.
The detective rubbed the bump and leaned down to kiss her on the lips. "Baby, wake up," he cooed.
Olivia sighed and her tired mocha brown eyes fluttered open. "Hi," she greeted her lover with a dreamy smile.
Elliot smiled back and caressed her flawless naturally tanned cheek. "Hi. Another sex dream, huh?"
Olivia blushed. "Yeah," she breathed, sitting up. "Gosh, I wish we had time before work."
Elliot laughed lightly and helped the brunette up out of bed.
"It's not funny," she grumbled, now grumpy.
The blue eyed man wrapped his arms around the brown eyed woman and pulled her close, being careful of their sheltered, gestating child and rubbed soothing circles on her back.
The mood swings had hit full force due to her raging hormones.
She rested her head on Elliot's shoulder. "Sorry," she whispered. "My ankles are swollen and my fingers. I couldn't even take my engagement ring off to put it on a necklace," she finished sadly.
Elliot kissed the crown of her head. "Are you sure you're up to going to the precinct today? You can stay home and get some more sleep, angel."
The brunette took her head off her fiance's shoulder. "No, I'm ok. I need something to occupy me," she answered, "I better get in the shower."
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Olivia turned the shower on, making sure it wasn't too hot and stripped out of her pink and black cotton pyjamas.
She stood naked, in profile, in front of the full lengthed mirror on the back of the bathroom door.
She smiled and ran her hands down the curve of her belly. Olivia could not believe how big she was at just eighteen weeks. Either it was just a big baby or Dr. Stone miscalulated the dates. Or....She was pregnant with twins, thanks to Elliot's super Stabler sperm. But she'd only seen one baby on the scans.
She rubbed a couple soothing circles on her belly and stepped in to the shower, sluggishly.
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Olivia leaned heavily in to her fiance and yawned as they walked from the car to the building, which housed the Manhattan Special Victims Unit.
Elliot stopped and rubbed Olivia's back. "Maybe you should catch a few up in the cribs or go home back to bed."
Olivia shook her head. "No, I'm ok."
"No, you're not. You're tired."
Olivia glared at the blue eyed man. She was angry all of a sudden. "Just 'cos I yawned?! I yawn all the time! Get over it!"
Elliot sighed, trying to keep his anger down. "Liv..."
"No! I just want to work, ok?! I just wanna do my job until I have to go on Maternity Leave!" She screamed.
"You don't have to work! You need to rest! I'm sick of you making me out to be the bad guy! I'm your fiance!"
"Leave me alone!" She yelled with fury in her eyes.
Elliot put his hands up in surrender. "Fine. I give up," he said and walked in to the building alone.
Olivia felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, just below her ribs. She doubled over in pain and happened to see Casey heading toward the building.
"Ahhh! Casey!"
Casey rushed toward her best friend and helped her stand up straight.
"Honey, are you...." She began but then saw that Olivia was going to be sick. "Oh shit. Hang on, Liv..." she said to her friend and looked around to see if an officer was around. "Officer Michaels drive us to Mercy General. Hurry."
"Yes, ma'am," the young officer said and helped Casey help Olivia in to the back seat of the squad car.
Olivia was panicking the whole way to the hospital. Casey had called Dr. Stone and had tried her hardest to keep Olivia calm as pre-mature contractions coursed through her body.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no," the pregnant brunette kept murmuring, as she rubbed her belly. She had her head leaning on the top of the seat, looking up to the car's dirty roof.
"It's gonna be alright, Liv," Casey tried to assured her friend.
The brown eyed woman shook her head. "Don't make promises that you can't keep, Casey," she replied, breathing heavily. Trying not to cry.
Officer Michaels pulled in to the ambulance bay. "We're here. Need my help?"
Casey opened the back passenger door. "No, thanks, we should be alright," she answered and helped the brunette out of the car.
The ADA helped Olivia in to the hospital and up to the Maternity floor to find Dr. Stone standing at the desk waiting for them.
"What happened, honey?" Helena asked concerned as she helped her in to a wheelchair.
Casey decided the push Olivia in the chair and Olivia talked to Helena on the way to an empty hospital room.
The pregnant brunette exhaled a deep breath. "I...I had an argument with Elliot in front of the precinct," she answered.
Helena sighed and helped her patient on to the empty hospital bed.
"Honey, I warned you about stress and the damage it can cause, especially with Pre-eclampsia."
Olivia sobbed and nodded as she was connected to monitors, to monitor her and the baby.
Dr. Stone caressed Olivia's arm, reassuringly. "The contractions seem to be minor according to the monitor. How do they feel? Are they strong?"
Olivia shook her head. "Just like cramps."
"Well thanks to Casey's quick thinking, you and the baby should be ok. I'm just going to grab the sonogram machine so we can check on the bub. Lay down and get some rest, honey. Casey, would you come out in the hall with me for a minute?"
Casey nodded. "Sure. Back in a minute, Liv."
Olivia, who was now laying down just nodded and sniffled, softly caressing her belly.
The ADA followed the doctor in the hallway. Confusion etched in to her face. "Yes?"
Helena licked her lips and looked at the red head. "You need to call Elliot."
Casey furrowed her brow and began to panic. "Why? Is there something that you're hiding from Olivia?"
"Oh no, no. Elliot is her fiance and the father of that child. He should be here with her."
Casey sighed in relief and nodded. "Of course. I was going to call him anyway. I'll do it now," she replied and headed out to use her cell phone.
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Elliot growled in the privacy of the locker room and took his anger out in his locker. It had been about half an hour since the argument with his pregnant fiancee and he was still berating himself for yelling at her. Her blood pressure must have elevated.
She should be in the squad room sitting at her desk, typing stuff up. It was time to apologize and give her a kiss. If she'd let him, of course. But she'd probably pull away from him.
He headed downstairs and was shocked to see his lover's desk unoccupied. Her coat wasn't even on the back of her black three wheeled desk chair.
"Fin, have you seen Olivia?" He asked in panic.
Fin shook his head. "No, man. I thought she was upstairs with you," the detective answered his co-worker, looking up from his paperwork.
"Oh shit," Elliot said and ran out of the squad room.
Not having the patience to wait for the elevator, the detective ran down the stairs.
He reached the lobby panting for breath but still managed to run outside to the cracked and dirty sidewalk. His fiancee was nowhere in sight. "Shit," he murmured.
The vibration of his cell phone frightened him.
"Stabler," he answered, not bothering to check the caller ID.
"Elliot, it's Casey. Liv's in Mercy General. She had some contractions," she informed him over the line.
"Oh God....Thanks Casey. I'm on my way," he replied and hung up.