Hi guys! I come to you with this heavily smutty AU where Elliot and Olivia have a baby sometime after the reunion. Is it realistic? No. Am I going to pour my heart and soul into it? Yes, very much so. Also, for context I would like you to know I write my angst to Taylor Swift and my smut to Michael Bolton. Fight scenes are 100% Johnny Cash hahaha

I would also like to thank my family at the DDC, I would not have been able to publish this without your encouragement. I'm gonna go a bit on a tangent here, but I truly feel the need to say it. When I was a teenager I was profoundly ashamed of reading smut and of myself, my favorite smut fics were under heavy guard in the crevices of my brain bc I was too ashamed to keep them on my phone. That only I could access. Over this past month, I've made friends that have become family. Without your encouragement I don't believe I would have reached the point where I am, free to publish my work and be proud of it. Without your love I wouldn't feel this unstoppable sense of happiness and wonder. I am awed by each and every one of you. Proud and humbled to have been lucky enough to have met you, to call you friends. To quote the first show I ever wrote a fic about in the back of a notebook that has remained hidden in my parents basement "there's some people who are so much a part of us, they'll be with us no matter what. They are our solid ground. Our North Star. And the small clear voices in our hearts that will be with us … always".

This one is for the DDC

Also we have found Skyscraper77 and she's vowed to update Turmoil so we are shook and I'm sorry if I creeped anyone out in the process hahahaha ( Mack). Natalie is proud tho and her smile was totally worth it!

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2:56am.

Olivia sighed at the numbers on the clock as she stared at the darkness. Elliot mumbled "Liv?" The lines dividing where she ended and he began had long ago been blurred. Her pain was his pain, her happiness was his happiness and now, on this cool April night, her insomnia was his insomnia.

Elliot stretched out his arm and cupped her face. "What's wrong?"

As she melted into his warmth, she confided "I'm happy. Pure, unadulterated happiness. And I — I haven't had it all at once before — and I'm scared it'll just go away. There's my fear — that I have to be ready for combat".

Elliot kissed her then, his lips sliding warmly over hers. He knew he'd been the source of her pain for so long, that was something he had to live with. But now, now here she was, in his arms, finally his. "I love you, you are the love of my life, and I'm not going anywhere. Our family isn't going anywhere. And if anyone comes at us — we'll face it, together".

In that moment he slid himself over her, peppering kisses on her face, kissing every inch of her throat, focused on calming her wandering mind, focused on feasting on her breasts until she thought he'd reach her heart. They'd loved earlier in the evening, but as he'd learned, every time they came together, their passions would only momentarily quench a thirst so defiant, feeding it only left them greedy for more. Every inch of her body mesmerized him; she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Her audible gasps only spurred the trail of kisses he was trailing down her torso, leading him directly to her warm center.

Olivia felt his warmth, it never ceased to amaze her, how they'd been lovers for so little and yet…no man had ever known her the way he did, no man had claimed her the way he had, she'd given, she'd taken from no man in the way she had him. Kissing her inner thighs, he prolonged the ache that pooled in the depths of her being, making every moment still feel like the first. She moaned out his name as he kissed her wetness, as he moved his tongue over her, finding her wet and sensitive. His first kiss sending electricity running through her, creating a biting sensation on her skin that she knew could only be eradicated by pushing into him, demanding more, giving more, spreading her legs further. As he clasped her hips with his arms, and buried his face into her, she could feel the pressure building, his tongue sliding over her entrance, finally settling on her clit, making circles around her most intimate spot, teasing it until she could only focus on the sensation of his presence between her legs, until the shiver in her thigh became a steady tremble, his name mangling in her throat as the pressure built, until finally, she could no longer fight it any longer. Her hips shaking like lightning as she came around his fingers, into his lips.

As he trailed kisses up her silhouette, he couldn't stop considering the depth of his luck. Before him was a beauty more rare, more valuable, more precious than a fistful of the finest diamonds. And she loved him. She wanted him. She welcomed him into her life, into her family, into her bed, into her. He'd always prayed to Saint Christopher, asking him for wisdom in his choices, asking him for guidance. Now he knew. For all the saints that had accompanied him in life, for every prayer he'd ever whispered in the hollows of his heart, god had taken mercy on him.

"Beautiful, the word was created to describe you, Olivia. When I laid my eyes on you for the first time, I felt the flames of hell licking my feet. I prayed to heaven, hell and everything in between. There was never anyone else but you — for my mistakes, for my mistakes, I'll have to live everyday with the loss of every day I didn't get to love you in the eyes of God and man. We're here, we have today, and the rest of todays' until we're gone, and even then, our souls will forever be entangled, until forever ceases to exist. I firmly believe a love like ours survives something as small as death, may he cast the first stone he who would dare question the infinity of our love". His words brought tears to her eyes and filled her heart with love. She was safe in his embrace, safe in his love, safe in him.

Olivia reached out and erased the space between their lips, slowly but efficiently shifting their positions. Over him, she reached her hand out to touch his face, her thumb tracing lines that time had carved, then moving towards the curve of his lips, his lips that she had longed for so many times, and now were hers to touch, to love, to kiss. She aligned herself with him, allowing him to enter her, to love her, to give himself to her. As they became one, she felt the immensity of the love she had towards him, the depths to which he had seeped himself inside her. Every day since they'd met, like a persistent drop of water, eroding her walls one by one through the years. Even during the time they'd missed, even then, his presence was something she had felt every day, even on the days she had least wanted to, maybe mostly on those days.

Desiring her had once felt like his greatest sin; today, it was his greatest blessing. Angling himself up to her, he slowly pulled her hair, exposing her neck, a move he'd learned would elicit approving moans. He found the spot on her neck he knew could push her over the edge, teasing it, tasting it, savoring it. Feeling that she was near, Elliot moved his hand between them, slowly gracing his thumb around her clit, timing each stroke to his thrusts, to the pistoling of her hips. Finally bringing himself back to her breasts as she cradled his head in her hands and scram out his name, pulsating around him, until the rush of the blood in his pounding temples was all he could hear. Reality focused to this one moment. As he emptied himself into her, his entire body trembled, causing him to crush her into him, ultimately tumbling them onto the mattress, their weight on his back, the softness of her breasts on his chest.

Once their breath had settled, Olivia rested her head on Elliots chest, falling asleep to the steady beat of his heart. Before he drifted off to sleep, he kissed the top of her head, whispered his love towards her, and thanked the heavens that he'd lived enough to be loved completely by the love of his life.

…..

Elliot was sitting on Noah's bed as he waited for him and Eli to finish choosing cleats, even though he knew they always ended up settling on the blue ones. He spotted Olivia as she came back. She'd surprised him this morning when she'd dashed out the door. He'd hesitated to ask her what was the matter. Amanda's father had taken a turn for the worse over the past few days and the doctors didn't think he'd make it to the end of the month. Not quite here yet, June was closing in, holding the wretched promise of being a somber month.

He walked towards her, innocently embracing her, feeling the chaos of her mind before she had even spoken a word.

"El-Elliot I need to talk to you", her voice sending shivers down his spine

"Liv, what's wrong?" His voice deep with concern

Olivia took in a deep breath, unable to even understand the words that were about to come out of her mouth "Elliot, I'm pregnant".