A/N: Sorry to my lovely reviewers for the delay, I've been busy and this chapter wasn't working out how I wanted it to but here it finally is. Please read and review for more.

Disclaimer: Only own Zachary.


Olivia had gone to her optometrist appointment alone, so as soon as she returned, Elliot asked her from the couch, if she needed to get glasses.

Groaning, Olivia dumped her purse on the kitchen counter and slumped down on the couch beside Elliot, cuddling in to him. "Yeah, I do... but only for reading, writing and watching television, oh and driving," she informed her husband and sighed.

Elliot kissed the top of her head and said, "That's okay, you'll still be gorgeous. Didn't you say your mom has reading glasses?"

"Yes, she does," Olivia replied and looked around. "Where's Zac?"

"Bathroom," Elliot told her and moments later the door fully opened.

"Mommy! I thought I heard you come home!" Zac greeted her excitedly and ran up to her.

"Hi, my sweet boy," she greeted him back and lifted him up on to her lap. "Were you a good boy for daddy?" she asked and kissed him on the cheek.

Zachary nodded innocently. "Of course I was, mommy. Wasn't I, daddy?" he said, looking at his daddy for a moment before turning his attention back to his mommy.

"You were, Zacy. Tell mommy what we did, son," Elliot played along.

"We cooked cookies, mommy," Zac told her proudly.

"You baked, Zac... You bake cookies, not cook them, baby," she corrected him gently.

"Sorry. We baked cookies," he repeated.

"You did?" Olivia asked, acting overly enthusiastically for her son's sake.

"Yeah, yeah. You're favourite ones. Chocolate chip and Maca... Macade..."

"Macadamia nuts?"

"Yeah, that's right, mommy."

"Ooh yummy. Where are they, kiddo?"

"In the kitchen," Zac replied and jumped off the couch before grabbing her hand and pulling it, causing both and Olivia to laugh.

"Hang on, lil man," Olivia said through her laughter as she slowly sat up. "Show me the cookies."

"Up there," Zac said, pointing up at the kitchen counter top.

Rubbing her small bump, Olivia said, "Ooh, yummy." She picked one up and took a bite. "That's so good. Thanks, guys."

"You're welcome, mommy."

"Yeah, mommy, you're welcome," Elliot laughed and pressed a kiss to her lips.

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Cleaning the bathroom, Olivia hadn't heard Zac come in as she'd been lost in her own little world, cleaning the bathtub with homemade chemical free cleaner. She stepped back but was startled by the yelp of pain from behind her. She turned around and saw Zachary on the floor, holding his little foot, crying.

"Oh, my sweet boy," she said, squatting down in front of him. "I'm so sorry, I didn't hear you come in. You okay?" she asked concerned.

Zachary took a few deep breaths to try calm himself down but was unsuccesssful, so Olivia picked him up, giving him a cuddle. "Oh, it's okay, lil man," she assured him, rubbing his back. "I thought you were napping while daddy went to the store."

"I woke up and came to see you, mommy," she sniffled.

"Well next time, mommy is cleaning or something, let mommy know you're there, champ, cause I didn't hear you come in. You're a stealthy little guy, kiddo," she laughed and tickled his ribs.

Zac giggled in joy and Olivia wiped away the wet streaks on his cheeks from his tears.

"All better now, baby?"

"Yes, thank you, mommy," he said and leaned his head on her shoulder.

"Well let's get you ready to go to grammy's," she said and carried him in to his room, silently thankful that Zac had clothes, shoes and toys at Angela's in his own room, which was Elliot's old bedroom.

Opening up the bottom drawer, Olivia asked, "Which pants you want to wear?"

"The jeans," Zac replied, pointing to a pair of blue denim jeans.

"Jeans it is," Olivia said and grabbed them out before opening the drawer above it. "Let's find a t-shirt to go with them."

Zachary looked through the drawer and pointed to a red and blue stripped t-shirt. "That one, mommy."

"The stripped one?"

"Yes, mommy."

"Okay." Olivia stood him on the floor and helped him get changed.

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Walking out of the room with Zac holding her hand, walking beside her, Olivia saw Elliot emerge from the kitchen. She hadn't heard him come back home. "Hey, when did you get home?" she asked and kissed his cheek.

"Only a couple minutes ago. Were you and Zac okay while I was gone?" he asked, picking up their son.

"God, Elliot, would you quit asking me that all the time? I'm not useless, I can take care of our son, you know?!" she accidentally snapped, startling both Elliot and Zachary with the sudden outburst. She took a deep breath to calm herself and said, "I'm going to take Zac to your mom's now. Say see you to daddy," she told him, rubbing his back.

"See you, daddy."

Elliot kissed Zac's head. "I'll see you tomorrow, bud. Be a good boy for grammy and Aunt Emily," he said and stood him on the floor.

"Come on, Zacy. Let's go to grammy's house," she told him and escorted him out of the apartment building, in to his booster seat in the car.

Watching, Olivia walked out without giving him a kiss before she left, like she usually did, Elliot sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

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He didn't mean to make it sound like he thought that she was useless and couldn't look after Zac, herself or their unborn child because he knew it certainly wasn't true. She was very capable and was a wonderful mother and wife.

Elliot sighed and decided to set up the apartment ready for their night alone together.

First, he headed in to the master bedroom and placed the bottle of massage oil on the night stand and sprinkled rose pedals on the bed and around it before he headed back in to the kitchen and started on dinner. Olivia's current favourite. Beef Stirfry with Noodles.

Just finishing dinner and setting the filled bowls on the romantically set up table, Elliot saw Olivia finally walk in and close the apartment door behind her.

Upon seeing the lovely sight, Olivia gasped. "Oh honey, this looks so wonderful. I love it," she praised him and wrapped her arms around his neck, placing a tender yet passionate kiss on his lips. "Thank you."

Elliot returned the kiss and said, "You're very welcome, baby. We both need this night." He guided her to one of the seats and pulled it out. "Take a seat, madam."

Blushing, Olivia sat down. "Why thank you, sir," she played along and Elliot pushed her in before taking his seat opposite her. Being as hungry as she was, Olivia dug right in. "Mmm," she moaned, really enjoying it, causing Elliot to laugh.

"Nice, huh?"

"Hmm, very. I love when you cook this for me. You always make it the best," she told him and rested her left hand on the table, stretching it to be as close to Elliot as she could get it.

Elliot placed his on Olivia's and entwined his fingers with hers. "I'm glad you like it. I love cooking it for you," he replied and caressed the back of her hand with his thumb.

As much as they loved their son, they were enjoying the peace and quiet and the private time to themselves.

"So, have you felt the baby kick yet?" Elliot asked.

Olivia shook her head and said, "No, still only flutters so far. I'm sure I'll feel him or her kick in about a month or so at the most."

Elliot ate some more and nodded. "I hope I can feel it the first time. I missed the first time with Zac."

"I hope you do too, El," Olivia replied and put down her fork to rub her belly, smiling. "You still think that it's going to be a boy?"

Elliot grinned. "Yes, I do. And I already have a name I like for him."

"I think it's a girl but tell me," she said, smiling, and shaking her head.

"I like the name Ryan," he told her and she nodded.

"I like it but I still think this little one's a girl," she said and ate some more stirfry.

"You got a name you like?"

Olivia shrugged. "Still looking for the perfect name which catches my eye," she replied.

"Well tell me one you really like. I bet there's atleast one," Elliot coaxed.

"Well I do like the names Emma and Julia," she confessed, smiling.

"I really like the names but I don't see a little Emma or Julia Stabler running around this apartment, baby, but we have plenty of time and it's a boy, so..." he said and finished with a small laugh.

"Not it's a girl," Olivia laughed with him. "But yeah, we have time to pick the perfect name."

The rest of dinner went blissfully before Olivia took Elliot's hand in hers and coaxed him in to their bedroom for some 'dessert'.

"Come on, handsome. Let's make full use of this night to ourselves," she purred seductively and winked.

Elliot groaned. She was turning him on and seeing that he was getting an erection made Olivia blush.

"Oh yeah, someone wants me," Olivia gloated and made quick work to get rid of Elliot's pants.

With all their clothes discarded somewhere on their bedroom floor, Elliot wrapped his arms around Olivia from behind. Kissing her neck, he ran his hands down her breasts to her thighs and back up to her belly and rested his hands on her bump as he continued to tease her neck with gentle nips and light kisses.

Olivia wrapped her arms behind her, resting her hands on the back of his head as she moaned. She could feel herself getting very wet. "Oh God, El," she panted, "stop teasing me."

In response, Elliot gently turned her around and delicately laid her down on the bed. "Sit up and I'll give you a massage, gorgeous."

"Ooh, I like the sound of that. My back's been aching a bit the last couple days," she said as she sat up.

Elliot grabbed the bottle of massage oil and opened it, squirting some on his hands. "Why didn't you tell me that your back was aching, baby?" he asked and put his hands on her shoulders, beginning to massage her.

Olivia moaned in pleasure and dropped her head forward. "Oh God, that feels so good."

Continuing to massage her, Elliot kissed her neck again. "Well there's plenty more massages to come especially while you're pregnant. I want you to tell me when your back hurts, Liv, and I'll give you a massage," he told her softly.

"Oh, that sounds great, El, thank you."

"Not a problem, Liv," Elliot replied and moved down her back.

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With the massage over, Elliot laid Olivia back down on the bed, horizontal from the bed head and leaned over her, his knees on either side of her hips.

He reached down, cupped her cheek in his hand and kissed her nose. "You ready?"

Olivia nodded, looking in to his eyes.

"Then guide me in, baby," he whispered, giving his wife full control of their love making.

Olivia reached down and guided him in, exhaling deep puffs of airs as her body accepted him.

"You okay?" Elliot asked concerned and rested his forehead against hers.

"Yeah, just a little too quick," she assured him in a whisper.

"Tell me when you're ready."

Olivia nodded and when she was ready, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed him deeper in to her.

On cue, Elliot began to trust in and out of her slowly, gradually picking up the pace as they both worked their way up to bliss.

"Baby, let go, I'll be right behind you," Elliot grunted in her ear, continuing to move in and out of her body, being extra cautious and gentle, not wanting to risk hurting their unborn child.

"Not yet," she panted, "Last... longer."

"We have all night. We can go for a second round," he told her breathlessly and kissed her hard on the lips.

Breathing heavily, Olivia tried to focus on something, so she didn't orgasm yet, but that all went out of the window when she felt her husband's hand drift south.

His hand quickly found the place where he knew would make Olivia lose it.

Teasing her swollen clit, Elliot tried hard not to explode, listening to her moan and whimper in his ear as he felt her inner walls clench his member.

Olivia cried out in ecstasy with her orgasm, milking Elliot's with it.
"That was instense, beautiful," he said, coming down from his high, leaning over her, keeping his weight off her tummy.

"Oh yeah. We don't have to worry about waking Zac, so it's better but I wouldn't trade him for the world."

"You don't need to explain to me, Liv, I understand what you're saying," he said and kissed her on the lips. "Tell me when you're ready for more," he told her softly as he slid out of her body and laid down behind her, spooning her.

"Mm-hm," she mumbled, tiredly. Her eyes drooping quickly.

The room fell silent as they both had a post love making nap until she woke up and straddled Elliot, ready for round two. She rubbed herself over his crutch and grinned when she felt him begin to harden again beneath her.

Elliot groaned and opened his eyes, smirking when he gained eye contact with her. "Oh hello. Ready for round two, huh?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist, his hands resting just above her butt.

"Yep," Olivia whispered seductively and leaned over to kiss him. "Make love to me, handsome."

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After round two, Olivia and Elliot both fell back to sleep.

Olivia was practically sleeping on top of Elliot, not as close as she would have liked though due to her bump. Her head resting on Elliot's chest and arm flung over his stomach. His arms wrapped around her loosely.

Suddenly the phone began to ring, startling the both of them.

Groaning, Olivia looked up at the alarm clock. "2:06AM?!" she grumbled and went to get up but Elliot stopped her.

"I'll get it, babe," he said and got up to answer the phone, not caring that he was still naked from their two love making sessions.

After hanging up, Elliot returned to the master bedroom to get dressed quickly.

"Who was it?" Olivia asked, half asleep.

"It was my mom. Zac's got an upset belly. He's begging to come home."

Olivia nodded and snuggled in to her pillow more, rubbing her stomach. "Well bring my baby boy home," she whispered and went back to sleep.