A/N: They may have underestimated, just a bit.
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"Liv," Elliot said, leaning over Olivia on the plane. "Are you feeling okay?" He knew she hated to fly, and he knew they were about to hit a rough part of the flight. She had been sleeping since takeoff, owing to their impassioned and sex-filled final night in Vegas, and he noticed, now that she'd woken up, that she looked slightly pale. She blinked and shuddered as if she were about to be sick. "Baby, you need to get out?" he asked as he moved to allow her to pass if she needed to. His instincts were right; she shot up and bolted down the aisle and ran into the unoccupied bathroom, leaving Elliot concerned, and slightly nervous, sitting in his seat. When she came back, she looked better and as she sat in her window seat, she sighed.
"Okay," she said, leaning her head on his shoulder, "I feel fine now. I felt like I was going to be sick, but once I got into the bathroom, the urge to throw up went away." She shrugged and nuzzled the crook of his neck. "I have the urge to do something else, now, though," she muttered into his ear as she licked the rim and bit his earlobe gently.
Elliot looked at her, slyly, and smirked. "Liv, you minx!"
"Well, I'm married to a sexy beast and I just can't control myself," she whispered as she ran her hand up his strong arm and raked her nails against him as she slid it back down. "I want you, El. Now."
Elliot shot her a smug grin. "Wait five minutes, then follow me," he said, his heart beating a bit faster. He couldn't believe they were really gonna do this. Sure, fooling around in their seats during turbulence was fun, but this was a whole new barrel of monkeys. He slinked into the bathroom and waited, drumming his fingers along the sink. He looked around, nervously, at the cramped washroom and tried to figure out how, exactly, they were supposed to do what they planned on doing. Elliot was alone in there and he felt suffocated; add Olivia to the mix and then try to make them move, it seemed impossible. His heart gave a heavy thud as the door opened and Olivia wormed her way into the closet-sized room.
Elliot watched her slide the bar on the door, letting the outsiders know it was now occupied, and said, "Honey, are you sure you want to…"
He wasn't allowed to finish talking. She kissed him roughly, which shut him up. She spun them around and hopped up on the small counter, yanking his jeans button loose and his zipper down. Her ferocious impatience was turning him on and his nerves disappeared. He let his hands wander to her jeans, and tugged them off her hips. As she raised herself slightly off of the shelf-like surface, he pulled down her panties and stroked her to test her readiness, gasping at how wet she was. "Christ," he whispered, pulling away from her kiss.
"You have no idea," she said, snarky. She wrapped her legs around him and looped her arms around his neck. "Have you ever done this before?" she asked, trying to maneuver her body in the tight corner of the bathroom.
Elliot shook his head, smirking. "No," he said, grabbing her legs and pulling her closer to the egde of the counter. "You?"
"Uh-uh, never." She looked up into his eyes and he saw the glimmer of playful evil and the shining, glowing love, along with something else that he thought he recognized, but he couldn't be sure. "It's nice to know that we can still share a few first-times," she quipped. She leaned her head back and moaned quietly as he slid into her quickly, starting out at a speedy pace. They had to finish fast, as people were probably getting on line to actually use the toilet, so they made it a competition. Staying as quiet as they could, they were relentless in their efforts. He tried to get her off as fast as he could; she used every trick she knew to get him to come over to the dark side before her; in the end, it was a tie, and even at their fastest, it still took thirty minutes.
Elliot walked out first, and sheepishly smiled at the five people who were doing a seemingly choreographed hopping-jig outside the bathroom. "Sorry," he said, and when Olivia followed him out, and he saw their eyes widen, he quickly added, "My wife is, uh, pregnant, and she's been sick. I was taking care of her in there."
The looks of shock and disgust were replaced by ones of sweet adoration as the couple made their way back to their seats, but Olivia stopped, dead in her tracks. "El," she said, putting a hand over her stomach. "Why did you tell them…"
He interrupted. "Liv, I had to have a good, honorable reason for being in there with you. Come sit down." He saw the silly expression on her face and softened. "I didn't mean to upset you, baby. We're trying, and the way we go at it, it'll happen soon. If it hasn't already."
Olivia grinned. "I'm not upset, El. I think…" she paused. She didn't want to tell him until she was sure, because Olivia's hunch, though probably right, should not be shared with him while they were still on the plane. He'd want to celebrate. The bathroom line was too long, now, for them to properly do that. "I think you're right."
They walked through the airport terminal and found their children, Munch and Alex waiting for them. The kids ran to them and pulled them into an enormous group hug.
"How was it?" Maureen asked, smiling.
Kathleen looked at Olivia dreamily. "Was it romantic and sentimental?"
"Did you bring us back tee-shirts and take tons of pictures?" Lizzie asked with a simper.
"How much money did you lose and did you knock Mom up?" Dickie questioned, slapping his father on the arm.
Elliot slapped his son in the back of the head. "It was absolutely amazing, yes it was, yes, yes we did, we won three grand, and none of your damn business," Elliot answered.
Olivia chuckled and absentmindedly rubbed her stomach, an action only Alex noticed, and responded to with a shrill shriek. "Jesus, Alex, what the heck?" Olivia siad, leaping into the air.
"Nothing! Benson, can we talk?" Alex cried, jumping up and down.
Olivia tilted her head. "It's 'Stabler,' and can it wait, I'm tired. I'd like to go…"
"I'd like to talk to you, now, please!" Alex said with a big smile.
"Okay," Olivia sighed. She gave Elliot a deep kiss, then kissed each kid on the head. "We'll meet you guys in the car," she said. She followed Alex down the corridor toward the doors, getting far enough ahead of the rest of the group to chat. Alex turned to Olivia and said. "You're having a baby!"
"I am?" she asked, shocked.
"Aren't you?" Alex queried.
Olivia smirked, unable to hide her excitement. "I don't know for sure, yet. Maybe. I'm late. I didn't realize how late until Elliot threw out my birth-control pills. I thought for sure I'd start cramping and my system would go haywire, but then, after I thought about it, I realized I'd been forgetting to take them for a while, we'd been so busy at work and then with everything happening with us, and you and Munch...Elliot and the kids have kept me so damn occupied…"
"Woah, Olive Oil, how late are we talking here?" Alex crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes.
Olivia looked at Alex and smiled. "Um, two months."
"And you didn't notice?" Alex almost yelled.
"Christ, Al, it's one week out of the month! I was so wrapped up in other aspects of my life that I honestly didn't even realize I hadn't had it! It only hit me when I woke up yesterday and felt nauseous. And today, too. And we had been talking about trying to have a baby, and he got so excited, it never occurred to me until now that I could already be pregnant."
Alex ran a hand through Olivia's hair and smiled. "Well, when are you gonna tell Elliot?"
"Tell me what?" Elliot asked as he walked up behind Olivia. He, the kids, and Munch had caught up to the girls. It appeared their chat was over.
"Oh," Olivia said. "That the purple shirt you wear to work sometimes makes your eyes look bluer. Let's go home, huh?" she said quickly, pulling him by the hand. She shot a warning, scornful glare at Alex, silently telling her to keep her mouth shut, as they walked out of the airport and into the New York City evening.
"So, you went to Vegas only to end up back in New York," Maureen said, holding up a photo of the Statue of Liberty. It had been a week since they'd came home, and the pictures they'd developed had finally come back and they were beautiful.
"No, honey, that's New York, New York. It's a hotel. Your father wanted a slice of real New York pizza, so we went there for dinner. I gotta say, it was better than the real thing," Olivia said, as she took the photo from her step-daughter and put it in the album.
Elliot scoffed. "For twenty bucks, it had better have been good."
Lizzie held up a photo and made a face at Olivia, then turned to her father. "Dad, I don't mean to insult your skills as a photographer, but I can not tell what I'm looking at here."
"Let me see that," Olivia said, taking the picture from Lizzie with a smile. "Hmm. I don't know. Here, El, what do you think this is?"
Elliot took the picture, stared at it for a moment as the rest of the pictures slid from his lap to the floor, and his eyes started to fill up with tears. "When? How? I mean, well, I know how, but…"
Olivia chuckled. She leaned over and whispered, "That new bed is pure magic, El." She kissed his cheek and traced the edges of the ultrasound picture with her ring finger. "The first night on that beautiful bed gave us this beautiful baby."
"This is so amazing," he said as he stared at the sonogram. Then, he jerked his head up. "You went…you went to the doctor without me?" He looked over at her, sadly, hurt.
Olivia's eyes fell. She cradled his face with her hands and kissed his lips sweetly. She smiled and shook her head. "No, baby. Of course not. I started to think that I could've been pregnant when we were still on our honeymoon. When we came back, I needed to know. I wanted to be sure before I said anything to you, because I know how much you wanted this. So, during lunch last Tuesday, I went to see Warner. We're going to the actual doctor, together, tomorrow."
Elliot wiped his eyes and looked at his wife. He brushed his thumb over her lips, lightly, and rubbed his nose against hers, still lost in their private whispered conversation. "So, all of the actual trying we've been doing is…"
"Just a whole lot of fun," Olivia said with another soft kiss. "We underestimated ourselves, El. We never really had to try that hard at anything, did we?"
"Not anything we ever did together, no." He kissed her and held her close, running a hand down her body to rest on her stomach, thanking God for finally making his life complete.
It had been a rough week, adjusting to their new roles as husband and wife, Captain and comandee, remaining unofficial partners, and now stepping into the role of expectant parents would add another cup of stress to the already overflowing pot that was too hot to handle. Monday, they would find out how much they could really take, when a new case, a visit from the new Cheif of IAB and some more unexpected news would push them to their limits.
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