A/N: Will Elliot talk Olivia out of quitting? Is she really thinking about it? And what name do they choose for their girl?

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"I don't know," Olivia said, answering Elliot's question. "Maybe."

"Liv," Elliot began. "I know, and you know, that this wouldn't happen, but if you leave, I am scared to death that you're gonna end up just like Kathy. I'm gonna get a new partner, who you'll hate, and won't trust. I would never, ever, look at anyone the way I look at you, but you'd never believe me. You won't know where I am or what I'm doing. I'll tell you, and you won't believe me. I can't go through that again, not with you. It'll kill me."

Olivia looked up, shocked at his words, and shook her head. "It won't be like that," she promised. "I trust you, El. I know you would never do anything to hurt me or our family. And you'll talk to me, right? About work? I'll know that you're working, having been there myself."

Elliot scoffed. "Liv, part of the reason I fell in love with you was because I spent more time with you than at home," he reminded her. "I was never home. I would never come home. We'd never see each other! And I wouldn't talk to you. Once you put this life behind you, I wouldn't wanna put the horror in your head that doesn't need to be there anymore." He sighed and caressed her cheek. "The reason we work as great as we do is because we're partners. The love and the trust that we had for each other at work carried over into a real relationship. I couldn't handle it if we lost that." He looked into her eyes, sighed again, and asked, "Baby, is this really what you want?"

Olivia bit her bottom lip. "I love my job, El, you know I do," she admitted. "I just, I don't want to miss anything. I don't want to miss any first steps, or the first time our little girl rolls over."

"Did you?" Elliot asked. "Did we miss anything Joshie's done, Liv?"

Olivia shook her head. "No, we didn't. I just don't want the kids to grow up resenting me because I was never there. El, I don't want…I don't want to become my mother."

Elliot sighed. "That's what this is?" he asked, slightly relieved. "Baby, we have been here for every moment. Josh comes to work with us, so will…she. You are nothing like your mother, at all. You are warm, and nurturing, and incredibly hands-on, with all of the kids. Our children will never resent you, because you have been, and will be there for them. Always."

Olivia smiled slightly at him. "I don't want you resenting me, either."

"Why would I…are you serious?" Elliot asked, letting go of her.

Olivia shrugged. "Well, I just thought, maybe, you'd want me to…"

"You thought I'd want you to stay home?" Elliot asked, furrowing his brow. "Why the hell would you think that?"

"Casey said Fin wants her to quit," Olivia said, walking out of the nursery into the bedroom. "He practically demanded that she leave. He wants her to stay home with the baby, be a mother, a wife, a…"

"Fin is nothing like me," Elliot said, following her. "And Casey is nothing like you. I want you, Liv, just the way you are. How I fell in love with you. I want to walk into work every day and see you in the desk across from mine, I want to watch you chase perps and console the victims, and I want to be in that interrogation room, going head-to-head with you, playing good-cop-bad-cop until we break them, like we always do." He pulled off his shirt and slipped out of his jeans, looking for his sweatpants in the drawer. "Baby, I know who you are. I knew who you were when I married you. You hate cleaning, the most you cook is pasta unless it's one of the rare times we cook together, I would never ask you to make that your life. It would kill you. It would kill me. Us." He turned to look at her and he felt his heart give a thud at the look on her face.

"You have no idea how relieved I am to hear you say that," Olivia told him, throwing her arms around him.

Elliot squeezed her close, closing his eyes in relief. "I need you with me, Liv. Always."

Olivia nodded into his chest.

"Joshie and…ya know, we still haven't picked out a name for her," Elliot said, changing his train of thought. He pulled back from their embrace to look at her, kissed her nose, and asked, "Any ideas?"

Olivia bit her lip again, nervous about what Elliot would say. "You remember, when we had that first stake out together, and to keep each other awake we started talking naming our unborn children?"

Elliot laughed. "God, yeah. We came up with things like Coco Chanel Benson and Dallas Cowboy Stabler."

"Yeah," Olivia chuckled. "Then we actually got serious. You told me when you had Maureen, you wanted to name her something else, but Kathy wouldn't let you. You told me that if you ever had another girl, you'd give her that name. I asked you why, and then you started singing the song."

"You remember…baby that was five years ago," Elliot said, stunned, turning the bed down to get in.

"I remember it like it was yesterday, El," Olivia said, smirking. "The way you sang that song. And you told me the story, about the girl falling in love with someone her father hated, and he forced her to marry someone else, and she died of a broken heart. The man she loved drove himself crazy with guilt and killed himself to be with her," she explained. "It was all so beautiful. The name is beautiful."

Elliot looked at her with nothing but warmth and love in his eyes. "Really, Liv?" he asked, the happiness evident in his voice.

"Leyla," she said. "It means dark beauty, and you said you wanted her to have my features, which are pretty damn dark. This might be kind of pushing her in the right direction."

Elliot pulled Olivia toward him, ran a hand down her body, resting it on her belly. He smirked as he looked into Olivia's eyes and he sang, "Leyla, you got me on my knees. Leyla, I'm beggin' darlin' please. Leyla, darlin' won't you ease my worried mind…" he stopped singing and kissed Olivia. Deep and slow, passionate, he kissed her as his hand caressed her belly, saying hello to his daughter.

Olivia pulled away from the kiss, slowly, and looked into his eyes. "I love when you sing to me," she said, smiling. "You usually do it in cars on stake-outs," she laughed.

"I will sing to you every night," Elliot said, smiling back at her, "For the rest of our lives." He kissed her again and said, "You know what my favorite song is?"

Olivia nodded. "That one by Edie Brickell, something about lights on the river. You only played half of it, once, and I haven't head it since."

Elliot chuckled. "I never let you hear the whole thing. It was kind of embarrassing, because we weren't together." He began humming, taking her in his arms and swaying, then he sang, "There's so much more to see, why stay behind when you could go off with me? Olivia, won't you let your heart come home?"

Olivia gasped and grinned at him.

"Yeah, the song's called 'Olivia', and it's about this guy who's madly in love with a girl named Olivia, and he wants her to be with him, even though she's never even given him a second glance," Elliot explained. He kissed her lips gently and said, "I haven't heard it in a while either. I stopped listening to it when you, uh, kissed me in your sink. I didn't need the song anymore, because I had you."

Olivia laughed and kissed him again. "You are such a romantic," she said.

"For you, baby, I am," Elliot said. "You and little Leyla Olivia Stabler."

Olivia raised an eyebrow and opened her mouth to speak, but Elliot stopped her.

"Joshua Elliot," Elliot said, giving her a look. "That's all I'm saying."

Olivia rolled her eyes and sighed, nodding. "You win," she said, chuckling.

"I know I do," Elliot returned, finally crawling into the bed and pulling her down to him gently. He pulled the covers up over them and snuggled close to her. "I won, a long time ago, the minute you kissed me."

Olivia cuddled into him and said, "I think I'm the one who won that night, El."

They wrapped themselves together and kissed, slow and quiet, until they fell asleep.


A chirping phone woke them , at four in the morning, and Elliot shot a hand out to get it. "Stabler," he mumbled, his face pressed into the pillow. He popped it up, though. "What?" he asked, sounding panicked. "All right, stay calm, we'll be there as soon as we can. Is Fin trying to find any…yeah, um, it's her last name and birthday. Stabler, not Benson. Yes. Right. Bye."

"What was that all about?" Olivia asked, awake. "And who needed my database password?"

"Cragen," Elliot said, getting out of the bed to find clothes. "He needed to get into your open case files. Looking for any cases Munch may have worked on."

"What happened, El?" Olivia asked, panic rising in her, too, as she got up and pulled on some clothes.

Elliot sighed as he zipped up his jeans. "Someone broke into his house. They hit Alex, knocked her out. Someone took Ben," he told her, his eyes wide as he reached for his shirt.

Olivia's eyes widened and she bolted from the room. She knocked on Maureen's door and when it opened, she greeted the groggy blonde with a pained expression.

"Mom? What is it?" Maureen asked, going off Olivia's look. "What happened?"

"We have to go, baby," Olivia said, kissing her forehead. "Watch Joshie?"

"Yeah, of course," Maureen said, nodding.

Dickie, opening his door because he heard the noise, said, "We all will. Go."

Olivia kissed him on the cheek and gave him a proud look. "We'll call you as soon as we can," she said. Elliot, behind her, kissed Maureen and Dickie and followed her down the stairs and out the door, praying their Godson was okay.

A/N: Who kidnapped Baby Munch? What surprising thing does Joshie do when Olivia and Elliot get home? And a doctor's appointment reveals something lovely about Leyla. Want it? Click and make it happen! Follow TMG212 on Twitter, too. =)