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Olivia had woken up before the alarm went off and was enjoying the peace and quiet. Her head was resting on Elliot's chest and his arms were wrapped tightly around her. Elliot's soft breathing was so soothing and had this calming effect on her that she had almost drifted off but that hope was shattered when the sound of the alarm blared throughout the room.
Elliot groaned and slapped at the alarm until the noise died. "I don't want you to go," he murmured, turning into her arms and burying his face in her neck.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him to her. Her fingers ran through his hair as she dropped kisses onto the top of his head, "I know baby, I don't want to go either." Never had anything been more true. She wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her days wrapped in his arms at home with her family but that couldn't happen. With the baby and finding a new place, they needed her income, not to mention she would go stir crazy without a job and the fact that she was pretty sure that if she didn't return soon she would get fired.
He sighed, enjoying the feeling of comfort he got anytime she was in his arms, "I'm going to miss you."
"I'm gonna miss you to," she whispered against his cheek, leaving kisses on the side of his face.
He made his way to her lips, kissing them softly but full of passion, resting his forehead against hers, "Just promise me you'll be safe."
"Always," she replied honestly and certainly before kissing him again.
"Okay. I trust you, more than anyone else on this planet," he kissed her collar bone, and rested his head back down on her chest.
"I love you so much," she cooed, snuggling down with him under the warmth of their blanket.
He kissed her again and holding her tightly, "I love you more than any words could ever possibly explain."
"Don't make me cry," she whispered, hiding her face in his chest.
He ran his hands through her hair, knowing that it soothed her, "Please don't cry. I wasn't trying to do that. I just want you to always know how much I love you."
She nodded her head against his chest and he felt the teardrops hit his skin. "I don't want to go," came her muffled cry, as her body shook.
His heart broke for her, "I know, I know. Just calm down, you're going to be okay. As soon as you walk in there and get back into the swing of things, you'll be fine." He felt her nod against his chest, "You're strong, you can handle anything that comes your way."
She kissed his chest, "I love you."
"I love you too," he kissed her deeply, pushing back on the bed and hovering over her. His lips trailed over her jaw, back to her ear, and down her neck until they heard Noah's babbling and the beginnings of a cry come through the monitor.
Olivia chuckled at the frustrated sigh that escaped his lips, as he flopped down next to her, "We can pick up where we left off later tonight."
"You promise?" He asked, sounding like a kid in a candy store.
She moved on top of him until she need air, "I promise."
"Okay," he said breathlessly, pulling her face back to his and claiming her lips.
She took his face in her hands, savoring the taste and the feel of his lips on hers before reluctantly pulling away, "Someone has to get Noah before he starts screaming."
"I'll get him and you can get a shower," he gave her a quick peck before helping her off of his lap.
She wrapped the sheet around her and made her way to the bathroom, "I want to give him his bottle before I leave."
"Okay, I'll get it ready for you," he smiled, throwing on his shirt and leaving her to shower.
Olivia came out in a pair of black dress pants, a blouse, and a matching blazer that perfectly concealed the small bump that had begun forming, "Does this look okay?"
Elliot did a once over, "You look great."
"Thank you," she replied giving him a sweet kiss. He handed her the bottle as she picked Noah up out of his high chair and made her way into the living room.
Elliot watched as she starred down at Noah. The care she took in cuddling him close and making sure he knew she loved him. She was truly an amazing mother. He moved over to them and sat down next to her, letting rest against his chest. He kissed her cheek, "You are a good Mom. Don't doubt that because you have to go to work. He knows you love him more than anything."
She kissed Noah's head as he finished his bottle and drifted off in her arms, "Mommy is going to miss you sweet boy."
Elliot kissed her temple and checked the time, "You have to go or you're going to be late on your first day back."
Olivia kissed Noah's cheeks and forehead. "I love you," she whispered to his sleeping form. She let Elliot take him into his arms and put him in his crib.
Coming back out he took her in his arms and kissed her, "I love you. Have a good day back. We'll be waiting for you."
"I love you too," she said kissing him once more before grabbing her gun from the lock box and strapping it on the waist band of her pants next to her badge. She grabbed her cellophane, purse, and keys and was out the door.
Walking into the 1-6 she was greeted with Congratulations from almost everyone. Most of them on Noah and some on the wedding, which she wasn't even sure how most of them knew about. She made it to her office pretty much unscathed, closing the door behind her. Sitting down in her chair she took out a couple new pictures she had brought with her to fill the frames on her desk. One of Noah, one of her and Elliot on their wedding day, and another of them with all of Elliot's children.
The door slammed open as Fin walked into the office.
"Wait what happened to knocking?" She joked.
"No time, four year old girl kidnapped from a park fifteen minutes ago," he rattled off from the note he had made when he got the phone call.
"Grab Nick and Amanda, I'll call for the dogs and meet you in the car," she replied watching him leave and picking up the phone to make the call. It was going to be a long day.
She finally made it back to her office around noon and was greeted by Elliot and Noah. "How long have you been waiting?" she asked kissing him and taking Noah.
He checked his watch, "About a half hour, but no big deal. I brought you some lunch." He pulled out a chicken salad from the take out bag and set it on her desk.
"And how are you little man?" She cooed. Noah smiled at her and giggled as he slobbered around his fist and nuzzled into her neck.
"He's been good. After his nap we had some lunch and then I took him down the street to the playground," he told her taking a seat on the chair next to her desk. "How has your day been?"
She shrugged her shoulders, sitting down in the chair and putting Noah on her lap, "Busy, we having a missing little girl with no leads. It's been tough."
He nodded in understanding, "Children were always the hardest ones."
She kissed the top of Noah's head and opened her chicken salad, "I never really understood it though, until now. Now that I'm a mother, I can't even picture going through that. The pain her parents are going through, that would tear me apart."
"You can't think about it that way. These parents need you to be the strong one, to be the person who can bring their daughter home. You're not a parent on cases like this because if you let that come out, it's impossible to work it," he told her, remembering all of the cases he had worked when all he had wanted to do was go home and protect his children.
"I understand now why it was so hard on you," she said making eye contact with him and hoping he knew that she did understand him.
"Just don't let it consume you," he advised. "When you come home, talk to me, let me in and let me help you. Keeping it inside isn't healthy."
She let out a sigh, "But you left this job so you didn't have to deal with the victims and sadness anymore. I don't want to bring that back to you."
He moved to her chair and kissed her forehead, "There isn't anything in this world that I wouldn't do for you. Whenever you need to talk to me, about anything, you talk to me."
She took his hand in hers and kissed his palm, "You are truly the best man and I am so lucky that you're mine."
"I'm the lucky one," he replied capturing her lips with his. "Now eat, I have to keep you and the baby full or I'm not doing my job."
She chuckled and shoved a forks full into her mouth, "See I'm eating."
He chuckled watching her scarf down the rest of it, "When do you have to disclose?"
"Huh?" She asked slightly confused.
He took her empty container and threw it away, "About the baby. When do you have to tell them that you're pregnant?"
"Ugh," she sighed, "I forgot about that. Honestly that's the last thing I want to do. Maybe I'll just wait until it's obvious that I'm pregnant."
"Whatever you think is best, but I think if you just get it out in the open it would be better. You know how they get with things like this," he said arguing his point.
She shrugged, "Maybe I'll just email it to them."
He couldn't help but smile, she would forever practice avoidance. "I don't think that would go over too well, but if you want I can go with you?"
"Did you forget the part where you pretty much pissed off everyone when you worked here?" She chuckled and was happy when he got that mischievous glint in his eyes. "So as much as I would love for you to go with me, I don't really think you would help my case."
"I guess you're probably right, but I would go and even kiss ass for you if that's what you needed me to do," he replied kissing her lips softly.
They were interrupted when Nick walked through the door, "Sorry guys I didn't know you were here."
"It's fine. What's up?" Olivia asked wiping at her lips, and motioning for Elliot to do the same since he had some of her lipstick on the corner of his mouth.
He brought her over the paper, "We might have a lead. Turns out Mr. Williams isn't the biological father and Mrs. Williams is thinking maybe her ex has something to do with the kidnapping." He picked Noah up from her lap, bouncing him around the office tickling him and making him giggle.
She looked over the paper, "He has a record and he just got out a month ago,
pick his ass up."
Nick gave Noah to Elliot and was on his way.
"I'll let you get some work done, I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay," he said kissing her.
"ByeBye Noah, momma loves you," she kissed his forehead. "Love you too," she kissed Elliot.
"We love you too," he kissed her again.
She helped him with diaper bag and watched as her whole world walked out of her office.
Sitting back down at her desk she got started on the mountain of paperwork she needed to catch up on from the last month. She thought about her conversation with Elliot and when the right time to disclose was. Maybe he was right? Maybe she should just get on top of it and tell them now, just get it out of the way and over with? With everything in her life, her last worry was pissing off her bosses, but she hopped they would be understanding. That was it, she decided to tell them.
Finally making it home that night, it was after 8 but she hoped Noah was still awake so she could do bath time with him, "El, I'm home." She dropped her bag and slipped her shoes off and made her way through the apartment.
"Hey, I didn't hear you come in," Elliot smiled from his seat beside the
bathtub.
"Mama," Noah squealed in delight reaching for her.
She kissed Elliot and rolled her sleeves up, "Are you having fun in your bath?"
"Wa wa," he said splashing the water, getting both of his parents wet.
"Good boy, Noah. You're such a smart boy," she encouraged, pouring some of the warm water over his tummy.
"How was the rest of you day?" Elliot asked her, dumping some baby shampoo into her hands so she could wash Noah's hair.
"Good," she smiled, "I told them I was pregnant."
"How did they take it?" he asked her, washing as Noah continued playing with the little toy boat that was floating around in the water.
"Surprisingly well. They gave me the same run down as my doctor as far as chasing after perps and things of that nature but other than that I'm free to carry out the rest of my duties as CO. Once the baby comes I'll be on maternity leave and they'll have a temporary replacement come in," she told him rinsing Noah's hair.
"I'm so proud of you," he said wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her cheek.
"Me too," she chuckled, "I really didn't want to."
Elliot put some baby wash on Noah's dinosaur wash cloth and lathered it up, "I'm happy you did though. You would have worried about it the whole time."
"You're probably right, I'm happy I got it out of the way," she smiled watching as Noah giggled when Elliot washed under his arms. "I also talked to them about my hours."
"And?" He asked, momentarily tearing his eyes away from Noah as he tried to read her face.
"Well, they said that I can start working from eight to six and that I'll only get called in if it's absolutely necessary. As long as I get my paperwork done and nothing falls through the cracks that I can keep this schedule until maternity leave," she told him as if it was the most normal thing.
"Wait, how did you get them to agree with all of this? This doesn't sound like the same pricks I used to deal with," he said handing her Noah's towel so she could catch him.
"I threatened to quit. Told them I would take my pension and tell any number of lawyers that I know how they treated a pregnant woman who had spent almost half of her life on the force. So, they shut up and gave me what I asked for," Elliot looked at her stunned as he got Noah out of the tub and put him in
her arms. She cuddled Noah in his shark towel and put the hood up, drying his hair.
"I love it when you're Badass Benson," he said taking her face in his hands and kissing her until they were both breathless.
She pulled back, her face flushed and her lips red a swollen, "God do I love you."