A/N: A dream, a phone call, and a day out with the kids, running into an old friend. Not really.

DISCLAIMER: Dick Wolf owns SVU and characters, but he certainly didn't create 'em like this. TStabler© did. Story and contents belong to her. Thanks.

"I've waited thirty-two years to meet you," Olivia said, "But now that I'm here, all of the things I wanted to say, and ask, they don't matter. Just, tell me why."

"Why what?" the smug asshole looking at her, with her eyes, asked.

"Why did you rape her, that night? Why didn't you do anything when you found out about me?" Olivia asked. "Just…why?"

The prick chuckled. "I wanted to fuck her, she said no, I did it anyway. It was a fucking party, Olivia. I wanted to party. I followed her home and got what I wanted. I left her something to remember me by," he said, chuckling. "You."

Olivia gasped. "You wanted her to…"

"Yeah," the psycho told her. "I wanted her to have my baby. I knew you'd be beautiful, but damn, if you weren't my daughter…"

"Hey!" Elliot spat, slamming his hands down on the table. "Cut it the fuck out."

"I don't see you complaining about the way she looks, Stabler," the man said, smirking. "Tell me. Does she scream? Her mother screamed. I made sure she fucking screamed."

That was it. Olivia lost it. She leaped over the table and landed two solid punches to his face. A right hook and a left jab. All those months in the gym breaking punching bags, pretending they were Elliot, paid off. She heard cracking, she saw blood, she kept hitting.

"Liv!" Elliot yelled, wrapping his arms around her. "Liv, come on. Stop!" he cried, pulling her off of the man who was her biological father. He ripped her back into his arms, and they both peered down at the asshole, bruised and bleeding, but laughing.

Laughing.

"Yeah," he said. "Your bitch of a mother fought back, too. You're a bit stronger than her, though. I would have loved it if she fought like you."

Olivia woke with a start, turning her head to the blaring sound of her phone ringing. She stared at it for a moment, listening to the sweet melody of, 'Taking Chances' play. "Elliot," she whispered with a smile. She reached for her cell, missing him terribly. He'd only been gone two days, and she'd had nothing but nightmares and destructive thoughts without him. "Hey, baby," she said, into the phone. "Yeah, you did. But I'm glad you did. I miss you, too. Uh, what? You haven't seen me in two days and you ask me that? Pajamas, El, it's three in the morning. Are you…the blue ones with the pink stars on them that Maureen got me for my birthday. Do what with them?"

"You heard me," Elliot said, smirking. He leaned back in his hotel bed, imagining the look on Olivia's face. "Slowly. Like I would. Yes, we're really doing this, now take them off. So put it on speaker, baby. And take a picture, I'm not paying an extra ten bucks a month for unlimited picture messaging so Lizzie can send her friends pictures of kittens." He chuckled when he heard Olivia roll her eyes. "Yes, I'm serious." His eyes widened as he heard what she told him to do. "Well, you're a little late, baby. I was naked when I dialed your number," he laughed. "But, uh, the minute I get home I will certainly do that for you."

"Good," Olivia said, tossing her tank top over her head. "I've already got a song picked out. Okay, pajamas off. Now what? Excuse me? You kiss your mother with that mouth?" she teased with a smirk. "You know, you're the only one who could ever…technically, yes, but…oh, God," she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. "El, please, catch this son of a bitch so you can fly back here and do it instead of talk about it." She leaned back on the bed, skimming her hand up over her nipple, the way Elliot had just asked her to, squeezing lightly. "Oh, El," she groaned.

"Mmm, Liv, baby," Elliot moaned to her, his own hand getting lost in his hair, scratching hard at his scalp, the way Olivia had just told him she would be doing if she were with him. "Baby, what else would you do to me?" he asked, "Because I'd certainly be unable to control myself if I was with you, I'd kiss and lick every inch of that perfect body, making my way to that juicy, warm, wet…"

"Oh, Jesus, Elliot," Olivia cried, sliding her hand down her body and running her fingers up her slit. "So wet, baby. Are you? Tell me. Yeah, baby, I am. I want to suck you, El. Run my tongue up and down, slowly, then take you into mouth, down my throat, swallow you whole, I want to watch you as you watch me. I love the way your eyes stay locked on mine, the way they, mmm, God, El, the way they glaze over with lust, and love, and need, and the look in your eyes right when you're about to…"

"Come on, baby," Elliot groaned. "Harder. I want to hear you, Liv. God, I want to be there, so badly, pumping in and out of you, fast, deep, hard, baby. Yeah, like that. God, make that noise again!" He tightened his grip on himself and stroked faster, tugged harder, seeming to race her to the finish line. "Oh, fuck, baby," he grunted. "God, I wanna hold you, make you scream. Rub that clit for me baby, scream for me, Liv. That's it, God, just like that, baby."

"Holy Mother of god, El," Olivia gasped, rubbing herself the way her fiancée was telling her to, "Are you stroking for me, baby? Faster, El. Oh, God, baby, I love it when you talk dirty," she moaned, hearing him say something particularly vulgar. "Harder, El. Go, baby!" She heard him grunt and she felt herself clenching around her own fingers, and she knew he'd be getting his wish in a moment.

"Fuck, Liv," he grunted, jerking and convulsing as he heard her scream his name. Not loud enough to wake the kids, but loud enough to be considered violent. Since they were on the phone it was right in his ear, the way he liked it. He spurted into the towel, grunting Olivia's name and a few choice curse words, as they both breathed heavily into the phone. "God damn," he panted.

Olivia laughed, disbelieving. "Oh, my God, El," she whispered to him. "Did we really just do that?"

"Yeah," Elliot chuckled to her. "I needed you, baby. You should probably be expecting another one of these phone calls tomorrow night. And, uh, every night until I come home."

Olivia laughed, still trying to catch her breath. "It's not the same, but it was amazing," she told him with a sigh.

"Just something to tide us over until we're back in each other's arms," Elliot said to her, a sadness in his voice. "I miss you, baby. I love you."

"I love you, too, El. Come home, soon," Olivia pleaded.

"Sooner than you think, Liv," Elliot said. "Goodnight, baby."

Olivia sighed again, not wanting to hang up. "Goodnight." And as fast as he'd come, he was gone.

"Can we get pizza?" Dickie asked, holding the oven-makeable pie up.

"Your father yells at me every time I order it, and you want me to buy it? Actually keep it in the house?" Olivia asked, raising an eyebrow. She sighed at the thought of Elliot. He'd been gone almost a month, and while the phone-sex was amazing, there was only so much her fingers could do. Though, she was getting quite good at cumming at just the sound of Elliot's voice. She missed holding him, she missed his temper, she missed his smell, she missed him so fucking much. She had to put a hold on all of the wedding plans, and now she was too big for the dress she'd bought. She didn't mind, she loved being pregnant, she loved carrying Elliot's child, and she loved making love to him in order to get said child. She couldn't wait to do that again. She smirked, lost in her thoughts, when she shook her head and looked back at Dickie. "No," she said, suddenly back in the present.

Dickie gave her the Stabler puppy eyes. The ones that she could never refuse. "You could always tell Dad you made it."

"Yeah, he'd believe that," Olivia scoffed. "For a fourteen year old son of, well, two cops, you lack common sense."

Dickie shrugged. "It's pepperoni, Ma," he said, trying one last time.

"Put it in the cart," Olivia said, sighing.

"Love you, Mom," Dickie chuckled.

"Love you, too, son," Olivia laughed back.

Kathleen ran over, holding two boxes of cereal. "Okay, Mom. Look, one of these is all whole-grain-heart-healthy-keep-Dad-alive-type food, and this one he's actually gonna eat. What do we do?"

Olivia looked at her. "Buy 'em both, eat the sugary stuff before he comes home, put the healthy stuff in the sugary stuff's box. We wake up before the sun comes up, he'll be too tired to taste it."

"You are such a Stabler," Lizzie said, proudly. "Katie, our little girl is growing up."

"Indeed, Lizzie," Kathleen said, pretending to wipe away a tear.

"Thanks, I think," Olivia said, laughing as she tossed the cereal into the basket. "When is Maureen coming home again?"

Lizzie thought for a second and said, "Two weeks. Then she's back for the whole flipping summer. Joy."

"Hey," Dickie said. "Think about how I feel. If this kid isn't a boy, I'm gonna be the only Y-chromosome swimming in a sea of estrogen! Do you know what that's like? Especially, when all of my friends only hang out with me because my sisters and soon-to-be-Stepmom are hot?" Dickie shuddered and made a funny noise. "Please, Mom, give me a baby brother, before I join the Military just to prove my manhood!"

"Your father was a Marine, Dickie," Olivia said, smirking, "And he's damn proud of it."

"Dad also has a brother," Dickie reminded her.

"He hates his brother," Olivia laughed and pushed the cart further down the aisle, but stopped when she noticed someone in front of her. Someone she really didn't want to see, but who'd seen her. She smiled, slightly, and tried to push on, but he called her.

"Olivia! Wait," he yelled. He walked over to her and said, "Thank you for, uh, not shooting me anywhere important. And thank you for realizing that I wasn't myself. You know who was behind it all, now, don't you?"

"Yeah, Trevor," Olivia said, nodding. "I do."

Trevor heaved a hefty sigh. "Have you talked to him?"

"Yeah," Olivia said, biting her lip. "I wish I hadn't."

"Well, he's finally going to pay for what he did, Olivia," Trevor said, resting his hand on her shoulder. "Everything he did. He'll never know what he gave up by ignoring you all these years. If he was sane, he'd be so proud of you."

Olivia dropped her gaze to the floor and smiled. "Thanks, Langan."

"If it means anything to you," Trevor said, furrowing his brow, "Cragen's proud of you. And Elliot. They're both tremendously proud of everything you had to face, and how you got through it all. Me, too." He paused, gauging her reaction. "I'm proud of you. I wish things could have been different between us, and a part of me will always love you as more, but you're a friend, Benson. I consider you one, anyway, and I'm proud of you for not killing the motherfucker. It took a lot of self control."

Olivia laughed, the first real laugh she'd had since Elliot left, and she shook her head at him. "Wow, thanks. I, uh, almost did, ya know. Elliot had to pull me off of him."

"He's a better man than I," Trevor said. "I would have let you do it. See, that, I think, is why you chose him. He'd never let you destroy yourself like that. Just like you'd never let him do it. You didn't let me do it, either, Olivia. And I will be eternally grateful." He looked around at the bemused faces of the kids and chuckled. "Congratulations on the baby, the engagement, invite me to the wedding, I'll see you in court, and there's someone waving obnoxiously at you from the storefront window." He nodded at Olivia, who smiled and nodded back, then walked back down the aisle.

Olivia, slightly confused by the outpouring of sincerity from him, turned to face the front of the store, as did all of the kids. Her eyes widened, her face lit up, and she left the cart right where it was as she ran, heading straight for the sliding exit doors. She was faster than the three kids, so she got to him first, and he laughed as he lifted her into his arms and spun her around and held her tight.

"You're home," Olivia whispered, burying her head in the crook of his neck, nuzzling.

"I'm home," Elliot said, pulling back from their tight embrace just a bit so he could look at her. "God, you are a sight for sore eyes," he told her, kissing her passionately, ignoring the groans and giggles from his kids. "And hands," he whispered to her, chuckling as he kissed her again.

Olivia laughed into their kiss and that's when they both broke apart, abruptly, they stared, wide-eyed at each other, then simultaneously looked down.

"Has that ever happened before?" Elliot asked, stunned. the baby kicked. He was holding her tight enough that he'd felt it.

"No," Olivia said, a tear rolling down her cheek. "I think he, or she, was waiting for Daddy."

Elliot, tearing up himself, put both his hands over the barely five-month-swell of her belly, and sniffled. "Thank you," he whispered. "I'm here, kid. I'm never leaving you guys again." He looked up, then, and pulled his other three kids into his arms, holding them all tightly. "I told Cragen the second I got back, that there was no way I was leaving my family again, for anything. If I go anywhere, you guys have to come. That goes double if it's a case Liv and I have to work on together."

"Oh, El," Olivia gasped, "Honey, you didn't have to…"

"Yeah, I did, baby," Elliot said, turning back to her. "I went crazy without you. I was completely unbearable, they almost sent me home, but couldn't, because I was the only one Connelly would talk to. I'm addicted to you, baby. Being with you, and being a father to my kids, and this little guy, or girl, that's the most important job I have. He understands that." He took Olivia's hand, then jerked his head beckoning his kids to follow them. "God, I'm glad I made it back before you could do something stupid, like put the shit cereal in the good box, or buy a pizza."

Olivia looked at Dickie, then at Kathleen, watching them run toward the cart. "El," she said, "What makes you think we'd do something like that?"

"Liv," Elliot said, chuckling, "Any good man knows his family, his wife and kids, better than he knows himself."

"Wife?" Olivia asked, cocking an eyebrow. "We didn't finish planning…"

"We will," Elliot interrupted. "But, until then, how about we go pay Liz a little visit?"

A/N: Aw, Donnelly's gonna marry them? Who are their witnesses gonna be? And is the baby a boy or a girl?