A/N: Was he asleep? Did he hear her? What else do the kids do to that nursery, and who surprises them with help and something that they really had forgotten?

DISCLAIMER: Dick Wolf, genius, owns SVU and its characters. TStabler©, fan of genius, owns this story, the narrative, the dialogue, and everything but the characters.

Olivia looked up at his closed eyes, his smiling face. She kissed his lips lightly. "El," she said. "Baby, I just told you I'm pregnant."

Elliot caressed her back softly, letting out a soft. "Mmm hmm."

Olivia raised an eyebrow, mentally counting to three, and smirked when, on three-and-a-half, his eyes shot open and he looked right at her, wide-eyed, shocked, and said, "What did you just say?"

"You heard me," Olivia teased, "Or you wouldn't be having this little panic attack right now."

"No," Elliot said, sitting up, shaking the sleep out of his eyes, "Tell me again. I need to make sure I wasn't dreaming."

Olivia laughed, took his face in her hands, and held him steady. She gave him a soft kiss. "We're," she said. She gave him another tender kiss as she said, "Having." She pecked the end of his nose, saying, "A." She dropped her forehead to his, looking right into his eyes, still cupping his face. She watched a tear roll down his cheek as she whispered, "Baby."

Elliot slowly brought his hands up to her face, wiping away her own falling tears. He chuckled as he said, "We're having a baby."

Olivia nodded, keeping her forehead pressed against his. She laughed and let out a tiny squeal when Elliot found strength from somewhere and flipped her over onto her back. "What are you doing?" she asked, chuckling, sniffling,

"What do you think I'm doing, honey?" Elliot asked, running his hands over her body. "My favorite pastime," he mumbled, kissing his way up her naked body.

Olivia noticed something different in his kisses. They were, if it was possible, which she didn't think it was, more emotional than they'd been. "I though you were tired," she whispered, running an affected hand through his short hair.

"Never too tired for you," Elliot said, kissing further, higher, reaching her chest, taking a nipple into his mouth. "For this," he whispered sucking around the hardened bud. He let it go with a small pop, then moved up, meeting her eye-to-eye, his tip playing at her entrance, teasing. "For us," he said, looking intently into her still-watering eyes. His right hand skimmed down her body, worked between them, and came to rest on her stomach. He caressed her belly lovingly and said, "Baby," very softly, right before he smiled and kissed her.

Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck, looked back into his soul-swallowing blue orbs as he pushed into her, and let herself get lost in him and his touch.

"Dickface!" Maureen yelled, "It's crooked!"

Dickie sighed, covered in paint and wallpaper-paste, as he turned to his sister. "It's a baby, Maury Povich! It's not gonna care!"

"But Mom and Dad are!" Kathleen yelled. "Fix it!"

Dickie huffed as he pulled the Baby Looney Tunes border off of the wall. "Why do I have to do this?"

Trevor, with a can of stain and a brush, staining the bookcase to match the rest of the furniture, said, "Because you said, 'Oh, hey, I wanna put up the border."

"Are you always such a lawyer?" Dickie asked, rolling his eyes.

Alex, laughing, answered for him. "Yes, he is," she said. The doorbell rang, then. Fin put down his paintbrush and said, "It's probably Melinda. I'll get it."

"How many people do you think we can fit in this room?" Munch yelled after him, peering over his shades.

Cragen looked at Munch with a screwdriver in his hand and asked, "Why the hell are you always wearing those damn sunglasses? We're inside, if you haven't noticed."

Munch looked back at Cragen, stunned, and said, "I'm shielding my eyes from the government's experimental, mind-altering rays, given off by fluorescent lights."

"I knew I shouldn't have asked," Cragen muttered, going back to putting the changing table together.

Fin came back into the room with Melinda as expected, but they both looked very uncomfortable. The woman who came in behind them told them all why.

"Casey, what the hell are you doing here?" Alex asked, anger dripping from her words.

Olivia didn't realize how tightly her eyes had been shut, or how hard her nails had been digging into Elliot's back, until she opened her eyes and felt actual pain. She threw her head back, marveling at the intensity of this moment. He wasn't working harder, or faster, than normal, but there was more raw, pure emotion between them. It felt, if she was remembering correctly, like the first time they'd ever been together, in Vegas.

Elliot felt the same thing, moving slowly, never breaking contact completely but making sure each stroke brought him all the way back in, no matter how far out he'd gone. He brushed her sweaty hair back and dropped his head to kiss her, feeling his whole body burn and every muscle tense. "Holy shit," he mumbled, screwing his eyes shut.

"Elliot," Olivia groaned, a long, drawn out cry of his name. Almost whining, she said it again.

Elliot felt as if his whole body was on fire, ready to let go, but he couldn't stop, couldn't let go. "Fucking Christ, Liv," he moaned, sounding like a growl. He grabbed one of her legs and hiked it up higher on his body, dropping his forehead to hers, looking into her eyes and breathing hard as he hit into her, over and over again. He kept running his hands over her head, over her face, kissing her frantically. He felt her tighten around him and his eyes rolled back into his head. "God, baby," he whispered.

Olivia held him down to her, tightly as she convulsed and pressed her lips to his to muffle her cries, though in a private villa, she didn't need to. She kissed him, deeply, clutching him tightly. She heard him grunting and felt him moving in shorter faster thrusts.

"Olivia," Elliot grunted against her lips, spilling into her, thrusting through incredible tightness, holding onto her, feeling the most incredible release of pressure. "God, baby," he breathed, panting, trying to calm them both down. He rolled them over, this time knowing Olivia would be thankful for the breeze filtering through the window, and he said, "I love you."

Olivia, breathing heavily as she rested on his chest, with him still inside of her, said a very breathy, "I love you, honey."

"I love this baby, too, ya know," Elliot panted, skimming his fingers over the sides of Olivia's body. "Probably only the size of a thumbtack, and I love the little life inside of you more than anything, baby. You, this baby, our kids at home, you're my life, Liv. My whole life."

"A life we never would have had if we hadn't gotten drunk and stupid in Vegas," Olivia said with a laugh, kissing his sweaty, muscular chest.

"Nah, baby," Elliot said, brushing her damp hair back. "We may have gotten drunk. Stupid? No way." He bent his head, kissed the crown of Olivia's, then said, "And we would have had this life. It would have taken us too long to get here, and it wouldn't have been this exciting, but we would have gotten here eventually. You have to believe that."

Olivia sighed as she snuggled into him, loving the way his body molded against hers perfectly. "I believe you," she whispered.

Elliot kissed her again, then he held her tightly to him as they both finally drifted off to sleep.

Casey stood, staring at the room full of people, and shrugged with a sigh. "I have been acting like a giant child having a massive temper tantrum."

"That's for damn sure," Fin spat.

Casey looked at him sadly, cringing when she saw Melinda in his arms. "I've been a jerk, I know that. I, uh, heard from some of the people at the office where you went, Alex, and I wanted to bring some things over. And help." She dropped two large boxes gently to the floor, then looked up at Dickie. "Hey, uh, little Stabler, could you use a little help with that?"

"Could I ever!" Dickie cried with a grin, jumping off the ladder.

Casey laughed and climbed up, smoothing out the border, making it perfectly straight.

"Okay, call me cynical," Trevor said, "But you spent the last three days, trying to screw with one of their highest-profile cases, the months before that treating them like shit for getting married, now you bring a box of picture frames and nursery decorations and want to help them prepare for Baby Stabler number five? I don't trust you, Novak."

Casey stepped off of the ladder to grab more of the border strip, then looked at Langan. "Olivia is...was...my best friend. I miss her. I was jealous, and I had no reason to be. What I wanted from them, deep down I knew was never gonna happen. Getting upset and angry about it cost me..." she paused and looked at Fin. "It cost me everything, it ruined my life. I just want to get my life back, and get my friends back."

Fin scoffed. "Never gonna happen," he muttered.

"I can try," Casey said, glaring at him. "I have to try. If I don't...I don't care that they may never forgive me, but I'll never forgive myself."

"We did it!" Maureen cried, interrupting Casey's pity speech, high-fiving her sister, Kathleen.

Cragen looked at the crib and sighed, imagining his little surrogate grandchild sleeping in it, and he said, "That looks beautiful girls."

Kathleen smirked with her arms folded, looking oddly like Olivia, and said, "We're good, huh?"

No sooner had the words left her mouth then the crib collapsed into a pile of wooden pieces. "You've gotta be kidding me," Maureen spat, her face falling into a Stabler scowl.

Munch sighed and looked at Trevor and Alex. "We're gonna need more coffee, guys," he said, kneeling down and starting to help Maureen and Kathleen rebuild the crib. He held up a bag and said, "You forgot the nuts."

"Actually," Lizzie said, looking around, "I think we've got all the nuts we need right here."

The group laughed as Melinda picked up a paintbrush to help fin, Alex left in search of more caffeine, Trevor continued to stain the bookcase, and the rest of the furniture was being built, correctly this time. Casey, from her ladder, looked down at the scene below and sighed. Olivia, having Elliot's baby, seemed right. It seemed natural. It seemed like she wanted to be a part of it. It seemed like Casey Novak had finally woken up. But, as they say, things aren't always as they seem.

A/N: Is Casey up to something? A day on the beach of Olivia and Elliot is fluffy and a lil...uh...not so fluffy. (Ahem, wear your helmets kids.) Reviews are like beach towels. Soft, fluffy, and they keep the sand out of my bum. o..O Or something. Thank you for reading! Leave one here or at TMG212 on Twitter!