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Disclaimer: Again, all I own is the baby.
Elliot starred at the ceiling above him. His doctor told him he wasn't allowed to sleep on his stomach for a few weeks, which he hated. He liked being able to wrap his muscular arms around Olivia's tiny but toned body whenever he wanted to but right now he couldn't. Another thing he hated. I'm so lucky he thought to himself. He had 5 wonderful children. Eli, his youngest, was four years old. He had the cutest curliest blonde hair and he loved Olivia. Elliot laughed out loud, to some it seemed like Eli loved Olivia more then his own mother.
Elliot groaned from a slight pan in his shoulder as he reached over to the side table by the couch. He picked up a picture frame and looked at the picture it held. It had been a Birthday present from his children. Maureen and Kathleen were behind Olivia and they both had a hand on Olivia's shoulders. Dickie was on Olivia's left and Lizzie on her right and Eli was in Olivia's lap. That was his favorite picture. He loved seeing the beautiful smiles on all of their faces. The support that his kids had given both him and Olivia had been wonderful, it took a lot of stress off of Elliot. But most of all it took some stress away from Olivia. The less stress she had, the better.
His love for Olivia grew every day. He hated to see her in pain. It had been a long rough road since Olivia's attack. He clinched his hands in to fists. He wished he could get his hands on Lowell Harris. He wouldn't think twice about filling that scumbags body full of lead. Elliot smirked… that would be after he beat the living shit out of him. Then maybe the woman he loved could have some closure, because right now that beautiful women in the picture… had none.
Olivia grabbed the steaming bag of Chinese take out and walked up to there apartment. She had had to work late and didn't have any time to cook. She had been slowly trying to learn how to cook. Thankfully her last few meals had been better then the first… burnt lasagna wasn't good at all. She laughed at the thought.
She turned the key in the door knob and walked in to the apartment. Elliot saw her and went to stand up to help her.
"I've got it babe. How are you feeling?" She asked sitting the Chinese down on the coffee table.
"Fine.. I wish I could go back to work. It sucks being here all day every day by myself. I miss seeing you." he said sitting up on the couch.
Olivia smiled; "You'll be able to come back soon enough El.. But if it helps.. I miss seeing you sitting across from me.."
Elliot pulled her over to him, planting small kisses on her neck.
Olivia grinned happily as the pilled up beside each other on the oversized couch and flipped on a movie and began eating.
Olivia bit her bottom lip.. She knew she was going to have to tell him sooner or later about her being pregnant. It looked like it was going to be sooner rather then later.
She looked up at him.. His brawny body. The beautifully chiseled arms that made her feel so safe.
"What is it Liv?" he asked noticing her stare
"El, baby I need to tell you something.. Something ive needed to tell you for a few days now." She said, her bottom lip trembling.
Elliot placed the Chinese take out box on the coffee table. A concerned look growing on his face. "What is it baby?"
Olivia took a deep breath.. "There is no easy way for me to say this.. Because you know me better then anyone does. You know my fears… you except my flaws.. It's just.."
"Liv, Baby what's wrong… are you okay?" he asked praying that there was nothing wrong with her.
"Elliot.. I'm pregnant.."
A/N: I'm sorry this is so short, but as I was typing this up I found out they have called hospice in on my great grandmother so I have to go to the hospital. I Hope you enjoyed this chapter even though it is short.