A/N: Cragen pushes peoples buttons. Literally.
DISCLAIMER: Dick Wolf owns the characters. TStabler© likes to play with them. A lot. She owns the story: plot, narrative, dialogue, and stuff. Thanks!
"Wow," Olivia panted as she giggled, falling backward onto the bed. Her breathing was still ragged, her husbands hands were still possessively running up and down her body as he chuckled, lowly and deeply.
"Who says married people, with kids, have no sex lives?" Elliot asked, nuzzling into Olivia's neck.
Olivia laughed, rolling onto her side. "Clearly, people who never knew real love. People who...aren't us."
Elliot kissed Olivia, playing with her bottom lip between his teeth, when a loud cry from the baby monitor interrupted the kiss. "Right on schedule," he sighed. "I'll go. You can't move your legs yet."
"You know me well," Olivia said, kissing him as he got out of the bed in search of his sweatpants.
He pulled them on and walked through the archway into the nursery, connected to the master bedroom, that all of their children had slept in at one point. "Ella Victoria Stabler, you spoiled little princess," he cooed, chuckling as he lifted the seven-week-old baby into his arms. "Daddy's got you, pepper."
Olivia, her robe tied tightly around her, walked in and rested a hand on his shoulder. "She's gonna be a daddy's girl, I think," she said with a smirk.
"Like you're not turning Oliver into a momma's boy," Elliot chuckled back at her, placing a kiss on her forehead. "You recovered fast this time," he said to her, kissing her lips.
Olivia nodded, resting her chin on his shoulder. "I'm almost back to my old self. I think my body's so used to popping out kids that it's rebounding sooner than the doctor thought," she said with a laugh.
Lizzie rolled over in her bed, having woken up because she heard her baby sister cry, and she gazed out of her window. "Huh?" she asked herself, seeing something odd. She got out of the bed, padding over to the large window, and looked out at the station wagon in the driveway. Her Grandpa Don sat in the driver's seat, smirking. He looked up at her and waved, with a gentle nod. He backed out of the driveway, stopping as he pulled next to the trash bin. He stuck his hand, holding a book, out of the window and dropped the volume into the can. Then the car moved, impossibly fast, down the street. She blinked, shook her head, and crawled back into her bed. "No more pickles before bed," she mumbled to herself, pulling her quilt over her head.
It seemed like only seconds later when her mother opened the door. "Lizzie, muffin, come on. Time to get up."
"Saturday," Lizzie whined into her pillow.
"Yes, and we're going to Grandpa Don's for Vinnie's birthday, remember?" Olivia asked with a chuckle. Once she was sure Lizzie was getting up, she backed out of the room, into the hall, almost knocking into Elliot.
"Woah, Momma!" Elliot laughed, holding a baby in each arm with matching diaper bags slung over his shoulders. One pink and brown, one blue and brown, each engraved with the baby's name.
"Sorry, honey," Olivia said, smiling as she saw him carrying their newest additions. "Everyone up?" she asked, taking Ella out of his hands and wiggling her, kissing her, and coing at her.
Elliot smiled at the sight, warmly, and said, "Ellie and Ollie are ready to go, Maureen is up, Dickie's wide awake and watching TV, and Kathleen is getting dressed. I think we actually might make it out of the house on time today!"
Olivia laughed and kissed Elliot, exchanging children with him. She returned Ella to his open arm and took Oliver out of his hands. "There's a first time for everything, as they say," she said, smiling. She walked with her husband and new twins downstairs to the living room, waiting for the rest of the Stabler clan
Once everyone was ready, they piled into their van and headed out to the home of their friend, surrogate father, and captain. As they arrived, Maureen pointed out the cars of their friends and family, and then said, "I think Aunt Casey and Uncle Frank are here! Do you think they brought Carrie?"
"Honey, Carrie's only eight months old. I'm pretty sure they brought her," Olivia laughed.
Elliot pulled into the Cragens' driveway and parked, then hopped out to get his family out of the van. He opened the sliding side doors and watched his fifteen year old, his eleven year old, and his twin eight year olds, who would celebrate their ninth birthday in less than a month, climb out, heading up the walkway. He took one of the car seat carriers out of its base, handing it to his wife, then took the other one himself. He watched Olivia throw the two diaper bags over her shoulders with a smile. She lived for her family, and nothing seemed to be a bother or a worry. "I love this," he said, shutting the door.
"What?" Olivia asked, turning to face him.
"Our life, our family," Elliot said, smirking at her. "It's all so perfect, baby. It just keeps getting better, and I can't wait to see what the future holds."
Olivia stopped, moved in close, and kissed him. "Neither can I, baby," she whispered, a gleam in her eyes.
"Hey," Cragen called from his front step. "Will you two stop making out on my lawn and bring my grandbabies in here, please?"
Elliot laughed. "Yeah, Pop," he said. "We're coming." he took Olivia's free hand with his and they walked up the steps into the house. "Hi, Ma," he said, giving Cragen's wife, Maria, a kiss on the cheek.
Cragen smiled at Elliot, and wondered how he got so lucky. Elliot and Olivia weren't his kids, but he and Maria were as close parents as Olivia was going to get, so they became the in-laws. They were related through a different marriage now, anyway.
"Hello, handsome," Maria chuckled. "Ah, Livvie, you look amazing. So soon after the twins, too!"
Olivia laughed. "Baby weight drops pretty fast around the Stabler house. The kids give me quite a workout, when I get back to work it's worse, and at this point, my body knows it should prepare itself for Stabler number seven." She dropped the diaper bags to the floor and took a seat on the couch, settling the carrier with Ella sleeping inside on the coffee table.
"Woah, there, Tonto," Elliot chuckled, sitting next to her, putting Oliver down next to his sister. "You gotta give it at least five years," he said, smirking.
There was laughter, and Kevin, Don and Maria's oldest son, walked up. "Yeah, you two have to give the rest of us time to catch up!"
"You married a Stabler," Olivia said, referring to his wife, Elliot's sister, Vanessa. "Be prepared to have at least three. And sometimes, Stabler babies come in pairs."
Frank, Elliot's brother, cocked an eyebrow and shouted in from the kitchen. "We're good with the one, thanks."
"Excuse me?" Casey asked, smacking her husband in the head.
"For now," Frank added, quickly. "Sheesh," he muttered.
Don Cragen chuckled and said, "This is what I've always wanted, ya know? A huge family. Lots of friends and a huge, huge, family."
"Me, too," Olivia said, smiling down at her sleeping daughter in her carrier. "Mine's a bit bigger than I anticipated, but I couldn't be happier."
Elliot, looking down at his son, said, "Me, either. And ya know, a couple more kids couldn't hurt. We did start awfully young, Liv. We got a few baby-making years left."
"You carry the next one and it's a deal," Olivia chuckled.
Kevin chortled, handing Elliot a beer. "That's something I'd pay to see," he told his brother-in-law.
Cragen looked into the dining room and saw the Stabler kids, his daughter Shelly and her husband Trevor, and Alex and Dean with Abby. "Do you guys ever wonder...I mean, if it was possible, would you go back in time? Change anything?" he asked, sighing. "Would you want to move ahead? Find out what the future holds?"
Elliot pouted a bit and shook his head. "I wouldn't change a damn thing about my life. I married the woman of my dreams, we have six amazing kids, all of our friends are happy, it's perfect," he said. "As for knowing my future? No thanks. I love waking up every day waiting for its surprises, its shocks and its blows, the mystery of it all, and knowing that I get to live through it with Liv."
"If I wasn't already married to you, I'd think that was a proposal," Olivia said, letting her head fall onto his shoulder.
Elliot turned and kissed her forehead, and whispered, "It was. Every day of my life, I feel like none of its real. That it's all a dream. I want to ask you to marry me, every day, just so I know you really are mine."
"She's yours," Cassidy said, stepping in from the kitchen, holding a beer. "I should know, you punch me every time I hit on her to prove it."
"Yeah," Elliot said. "I do," he laughed. "Are Munch and Fin here?"
Cassidy nodded. "They're out in the back with your parents, Stabler. Your dad is working the grill and Fin is hitting on your sister."
"Which one?" Elliot asked, his eyes wide.
"Becky," Cassidy said, wagging his eyebrows.
Elliot laughed. "He doesn't know, then," he said. "I'll wait till she slugs him."
"What were you guys talking about?" Cassidy asked, slumping into an armchair.
Olivia picked up Ella, as she opened her little eyes and wiggled, waking up. "We were talking about whether or not we would go back in time to change anything, or if we wanted to see the future," she said, making goofy faces at her daughter.
"I'd go back," Cassidy said, nodding. "I'd like to get to Olivia before you," he said, smirking as he sipped his beer.
"You couldn't go back far enough, man," Elliot laughed.
"Not to mention I'd break both your legs," Cragen said, seriously. "Don't fuck with my family, Cassidy. I have had to work way too hard, and do way too much, to make sure everything turned out perfectly, and you will destroy it."
Cassidy, Elliot, Olivia, Kevin, and Maria, even baby Ella, all seemed to be staring. "Okay, Cap," Cassidy said, stunned. "I was kidding. Besides, it's not like I could really go back in time, right? Time travel, that's pure fiction."
"Yeah," Cragen said, quickly chugging half of his beer. "Pure fiction."
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