Trevor, Olivia and Carisi leapt up, loudly cheering and clapping for Noah as his little legs pumped as fast as they could beneath him to the home base.
"GO NOAH! COME ON BABE!" Olivia shouted with great abandon, so proud and so thrilled for her son. Trevor wolf-whistled loudly, cheering beside her. Another woman beside Olivia laughed and smiled at her. "Its my son," she told her excitedly, as Noah's foot hit the base. His arms plunged in to the air with pride as he beamed toward his mother and her friends before back at all of his team mates who were up to congratulate him.
"Go… go give him a hug!" Trevor urged her, knowing that's all she wanted to do.
She didn't need much convincing. She made her way the dugout where his team were milling around, cheering and giving him high fives. Olivia looked back at Trevor and Carisi both looking so proud, she was so happy that Carisi had opted to take videos and pictures for them.
After his friends had cheered him, Olivia waved Noah over to the fence where it opened up to give him a big hug.
"I did it, Mommy!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms around her, "I ran so fast, did you see?"
"Yes my love, I saw, I am so, so, so proud of you!" she grinned, squatting down to his level, hugging him tightly. "Congratulations!"
"Did Trevor and Uncle Sonny see me too?" he asked, looking up to see them waving at him. He waved back. Olivia smiled.
"None of us missed it, my love, you did so good!" she exclaimed. She was careful not to distract him too much, the next batter went to get up so she cut it short. She kissed his cheek. "Ok, ok, back to your game! Good job, I love you!" she hugged him and kissed him again. Noah turned back to his team mates and Olivia hot-footed it back to her spot beside Trevor unable to keep the smile from her face.
Trevor put his arm around Olivia and gave her a squeeze, sharing in a bit of her pride for Noah. He remembered exactly how it felt to get his first home run at his little league game; how proud his Dad had been. "That was awesome, he belted that ball, what a little champ!" Trevor remarked.
He glanced down at Noah who lingering at the fence, waving trying to get Trevor's attention. He glanced over and smiled, waving back at the little boy. Noah waved him over. "Honey, I think Noah wants me to go over there, is that okay?" he asked her.
Olivia beamed at her boyfriend, "of course, if you want to…"
Trevor made his way over quickly to the dugout. Carisi was smiling. "Cap, I don't think I've ever seen you this happy," he remarked, nudging her. "I love it, and I think Trevor's a good guy, don't tell him I said that though," he joked.
She glanced at him and smiled. "Thanks Sonny… look at that," she nodded toward her boyfriend and her son, interacting. Trevor was squatted down deeply to meet Noah's level and they grinned at one another. Olivia couldn't make out anything, but Trevor held Noah's thin arms within his hands and was making her son's smile grow, "could you take a photo?" she asked. Carisi had his camera ready to go, he took a few photos of Noah hugging Trevor tightly.
Olivia felt so overwhelmed with happiness for her little boy and also content that Trevor seemed to be just as caught up in the flurry of excitement. "He sure does love Noah, Liv…" he showed her the candid photos that he took which made Olivia's insides turn to mush. She saw Peter pointing out to the field and having a little chat to Noah. The coach came over to him and they chatted briefly before he shook hands with him. The both laughed and Olivia watched Noah slip his hand in to Trevor's.
"He does," she nodded as they both sat back down. "And Noah loves him too," she added.
"Do the rest of the guys at work know about you two?" Carisi wondered casually.
She turned to him and cocked her head, "C'mon, don't play that game with me," she smiled, "Fin knows, so everyone probably knows by now."
He chuckled. "I meant outside of our SVU bubble…"
"Well," she sighed, watching Trevor wrap it up, "they're about to because dating an ADA is a conflict of interest so we have to do some paperwork and declare it…"
"Oh the big guns, it's serious!" Carisi teased her with a wink as Trevor came back to and sat down. "I just met Noah's coach," he smiled as if he were proud of himself.
"I see that," Olivia replied, slipping her arm beneath his, cuddling up to him for extra warmth. She was taken by surprise by just how involved Trevor was getting, he was so excited about the game and so proud of Noah, cheering him along as loud as Olivia.
There was conflict within her about it, she wanted that relationship for Noah – she wanted a good man in his life even if it wasn't necessarily a father but, she was so scared of her son getting more and more confused about Trevor's role.
She took his gloved hands in hers and gave it a squeeze. She felt him squeeze back, still, their silent communication that they used to assure one another from the very beginning of their relationship.
"What a nice afternoon…" Trevor remarked. They'd taken a little drive just outside of Manhattan to the beach. He'd had it planned the day before, wanting to do something a little more special than just hang out at his place.
"I know…" Olivia remarked, "you kinda get used to the world of taxis and ubers, I forgot how nice it is to just cruise in a car without some stranger navigating things," she laughed, reaching over to rest her hand on his thigh.
"You're not wrong there, I have to keep taking the car out just so the battery doesn't die but I loathe driving in the city, I get anxious because of everyone beeping their horns," he laughed.
The range rover was a nice car, nicer than any cars she'd ever owned. The interior was luxurious and there were so many bells and whistles that she couldn't really figure out the necessity of them. Trevor had pointed out all of the comfort features to her when they got in it. He had some things custom installed which he was proud of, but careful not to show off. "Do you have a car?" he wondered.
She laughed, "Probably."
"What do you mean probably?" he started to laugh at her answer, "Liv?!"
She laughed too. "I mean, there's one in my spot beneath my apartment but it may have been stripped for spare parts by now."
Trevor did a double take, shocked, but began to laugh. "Liv! Are you kidding me? Please tell me you're joking. How long has it been since you've checked on it or taken it for a drive?"
She shrugged, nonplussed but laughed with him if only because of how amused he seemed. "I don't know? A couple years? It's a bomb, Trev, I don't even care… the last time Noah and I took a few days to go upstate, I hired a car, it was much more comfortable."
He was really laughing now. "So wait, wait…" he tried between bursts of hysterics, "you have a car, it lives in your car spot, but you haven't been down there for … years?"
She looked at him, amused, wondering why he found it so funny. "Well, I mean, I'm sure I'd know if it was gone, but… yeah that's about the gist of it."
He shook his head, "you are hilarious. Why don't you sell it?"
"Like I said," she smiled, "it's probably been stripped by now…"
"Don't you have to go to your car garage for anything?"
She shrugged, "Like what? I hate driving, I'm not great at it and that car has seen many a bad day," she joked. "I just take the subway or an Uber or… well, now you," she gave his knee a squeeze.
He just smiled at her shaking his head in disbelief at her ambivalence.
They arrived at the beach that wasn't particularly fit or warm enough for swimming but it was clean and had a fantastic view. "Thanks for taking me out on this cute little impromptu outing," she grinned at him as they got out of the car. Trevor grinned right back, feeling the joy radiating from within her.
He was always so happy to see her smile; he couldn't recount too many smiles from her in the long time they'd known one another. She definitely smiled more with him and it made him feel happy that some of that could have attributed to keeping company.
"You are very welcome, baby," they met at the back of the car at the trunk. He paused, reaching down to lift her sunglasses from the bridge of her nose. He pushed them up on top of her head and cupped her cheeks in his hands and gave her a kiss. "Thanks for coming with me."
He let go of her and opened the trunk to grab a blanket. They walked hand-in-hand down the sand toward the water. It was quite cold and she couldn't wait to cuddle up with him and watch the ocean. There was something so calming for her about it.
She also loved that all she had to do was mention to him that she liked being close to the water and he made it happen.
"What about here?" he asked, nodding towards spot that wasn't too far from the shore.
"Sure…" she agreed. He passed the blanket to her and spread down the picnic rug and gestured for her to take a seat. She sat down and waited for him as well. They spread the warm blanket around them and Trevor pulled her closer.
"Arghhh, I love it!" she exclaimed, looking across the wide expanse that was the ocean – waves crashing against the sand making her feel largely insignificant. "Thank you, I needed this."
"Baby, you doing okay?" he asked kindly, wondering for the past few days. Since he'd been away she had seemed down in the dumps and he was concerned about her.
"Yeah…" she smiled, "I just missed you but it was so nice to have time with Noah too, I think I need to make sure I spend as much time with him as I do with you, it's all …balance."
He nodded with agreement.
"What about you?" she wanted to know, "how are you doing?"
He wrapped both of his arms around her and pushed her gently on to her back on the blanket for a long, warm syrupy kiss, his body halfway covering hers. "Pretty fucking pleased with myself, quite frankly, making out on a beach as if I'm still 17," he chuckled, kissing her again. "17-year-old Trevor would be pleased too," he declared as he pulled away, smiling down at her.
Olivia laughed at his silliness and allowed him to pull her up back up. "You're funny… but… don't change the subject."
"A bit of a rough week, honestly," he shrugged, "More angry texts from Len, mostly just… her random thoughts, like a string of consciousness when she's mad," he was able to smile.
"Wow," Olivia remarked. "What is she saying?"
He plucked his phone out of his jacket and handed her his phone. It was locked. She went to pass it back but he nodded back toward her, "It's 0209."
"Random," she remarked.
"Not really, February 9 – that's when we went on our first official date in Chicago."
A grin spread across Olivia's face, "you really are a schmaltzy bastard… I love it," she grinned at him.
He chuckled taking the phone from her hand and tossing it aside, "I love you… I knew on that date after watching you try to tackle deep dish pizza and try to pretend you weren't worried about marinara breath that it was going to be something special… you were so fucking hot that night."
She felt her cheeks reddening. "Mmm, you were pretty sexy from memory… I kind of expected you to be uptight and very… fancy. You know, the kind of guy that takes a woman to a fine dining, 9-course degustation meal."
Trevor laughed out loud, "You thought you knew me, huh? Well, you got me all wrong, baby." He playfully scooped his arm beneath her peaked knees and drew her in to his lap, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her softly. "I can be fancy if I need to be, but mostly I want the company, not the pretentious food."
She circled her arms around him, enjoying their closeness, enjoying that he was able to hold her and dwarf her against his broadness.
"And you thought I was Olivia Benson, the misery guts of the 1-6," she joked.
He laughed, "Well, I did kind of think that, but I knew it wasn't through any fault of your own plus… you see a lot of shit, I don't know how you are able to trust anyone…"
Olivia turned serious and shrugged. "You really do some days have to make a very clear distinction between work and home – but it's hard, you've witnessed it."
He nodded, letting his eyes linger over her smooth skin, taking a gamble to broach a subject that he wasn't sure about. "Liv, I wanted to talk to you about Elliot," he began, knowing that while she was close she wouldn't be able to run away if she didn't like how the conversation was heading.
"Okay…" she tried not to feel instantly tense.
"I'm glad that you guys talked the other night but I could hear him trying to get you back on the case and I'm concerned," he let the words linger, worried that she would be upset with him.
"I told him no, that I can help with reports and evidence, but I'm not going near the crime scenes, the discoveries or whatever else. He thinks we're going to go back to normal, Trev, but it was more than 10 years ago, none of that is normal to me anymore… we don't have a rapport, we don't have a friendship – there's … nothing."
"I'm not worried or jealous in that respect Liv, I'm worried about you going to a scene that you don't need to get to that point of possible re-trauma. If it's not out of line for me to say so, you're obviously still dealing with some of this stuff, my concern is that it will get worse by working on this case."
Olivia held on to Trevor's biceps and avoided his eyes, trying not to become annoyed or irate just because he had struck a raw nerve. It was confronting that he was so well aware that she wasn't over what he had done to her. She had showed Trevor her vulnerability and she needed to re-train her brain to not get defensive or to resent sharing that part of herself if he brought it up, but to rather let him be there and look out for her.
She thought for a second, collecting all the matter in her brain that seemed to go to thick, murky oil whenever she thought about him and the unfiltered terror that she had experienced a few years earlier. She winced for a second, afraid that the words wouldn't come out as articulately as she wanted them to.
"I don't want to sound like I'm a woman who is at the mercy of a man, but I'm letting you look out for me," she said softly, "no," she stopped herself, "I want you to look out for me," she clarified, "and I am trying hard not to feel stubborn and not to try to prove myself to anyone, but I meant it when I told Elliot I wasn't part of that case, I need you to believe that I'm strong enough to say no to him even if he makes me feel like I have no other choice."
"I believe in that," he said firmly with a nod. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. "And thank you… for letting me look out for you… I don't want you to think I'm trying to control you or tell you what to do, I will always respect your decision and support you – even if I don't agree, Liv, I hope you know that."
She returned his kiss.
Surprising him, she got up. "Where are you off to?" he asked. She nodded to where the gentle waves were lapping at the sand. He watched her kick off her sneakers and socks.
"Liv your feet are going to freeze," he remarked.
"They'll survive. I can't come to the beach and not get my feet wet…" she told him over her shoulder.
"You're crazy. Don't think I'm going to warm them up for you." She glanced at him and gave him a smile. He couldn't resist the warmth of her. He knew that if she came back to him complaining of cold feet, he would definitely be helping warm her.
There wasn't much he wouldn't do for her.
He watched her walk down to the water and stand on the wet sand anticipating the next wave to break and reach her feet before receding back to the surf. He registered the exact moment that the water hit her, she almost jumped but instead, she hugged herself in her black puffy jacket and stayed still, looking out in to the horizon.
Trevor realized that it was all healing for her; she was calm, free and if nothing else, a little bit colder than when they had arrived.
She stood for awhile, walking along the damp sand, visibly shivering before making her way back to him – granules of sand sticking to her feet.
"Are you freezing?" he wanted to know, noticing that she was trying to hide the chattering of her teeth. "Come here, sit down and get this blanket around you…" he was a little amused. She sat and let Trevor wrap her up, cuddling her close.
"Do you want to go sit in the car with the heater on?" he wondered.
She shook her head. "No… I'll be okay."
Trevor had an idea, "wait here…" he said, "I'll be one moment."
She didn't have time to ask him any questions so she sat waiting for him. He was so sweet and kind and didn't mind that even though he'd warned her about the water, he was still only concerned with making sure she was okay.
The beach was absolutely deserted save for herself and Trevor and she loved the serenity of that, it felt momentarily like it was theirs.
"Look what I found…" he showed her a towel.
"Ew, where did you get that from?" she asked.
He chuckled, "I put it in the car when I went to New Jersey and forgot to take it out, I wasn't sure where I was staying and I have a weird thing about hotel towels sometimes…" he grinned bashfully. "If the texture is off… I can't use them."
"Oooh the first weird thing about you," Olivia laughed, delighted by a strange idiosyncrasy.
He laughed, "Yeah, I am weird about textures," he admitted.
Trevor sat back down and lifted her ankles, wrapping the towel around her feet, drying them off. She laughed more, feeling a little ticklish, but incredibly grateful that they were dry and a little warmer. He drew the towel away and dusted off the dry sand remnants from her soles.
She reached for her socks. "Thanks baby," she said softly, lifting her knee beneath her chin to pull them back on.
"You're welcome," he smiled. Once both of her socks were back on, Olivia laid back on the blanket and looked up in to the cloudy sky. Trevor did the same. She shared the blanket with him again.
She smiled at him, adjusting her grey beanie down over her ears. "The blanket only covers your torso," she joked, his legs poked out the bottom since he was so tall. He rolled over to face her, propping himself up on his elbow. "I'm warm, I don't mind."
"I'm still a little chilly," she replied, turning her head to give him a smile, hoping that he would get closer and kiss her.
He didn't ever miss the cue, he scooted toward her and leaned over, hovering over her. He pecked Olivia once briefly on the lips. He pulled away and looked in to her eyes, smiling faintly. She found it hard not to get lost in the pools of blue that really saw her. She watched them fall shut as he went in to kiss her again, just as brief. Olivia wasn't sure what he was doing, but the sexual tension started to flare between them. She lifted her head to recapture his mouth.
Trevor pulled away another time. Olivia did her best to not let him know it was frustrating her. She stared back at him, trying to tell him with her eyes not to mess around – to kiss her like he meant it, like he wanted her, like he needed her.
He lifted his hand and raised it to the side of her face, resting his thumb on her cheek and burying the rest of his fingers in the hair at the back of her neck. Olivia's hand found his waist, slipping her middle finger through his belt loop as she did when she was trying to be good.
He rested his lips against the groove in hers and parted his mouth slightly. She couldn't help herself, she dared to taste his tongue, briefly running the tip of her own along the line of his bottom lip. She heard a soft hiss coming from the back of his throat and knew she had weakened him. In turn, his tongue pressed against hers, swirling around it and eliciting a moan from her.
Olivia let her hand slid up beneath his shirt, letting it explore the muscular plains of his back that was now almost entirely covering her. His mouth worked against hers making absolutely no attempt to break despite how ragged their breathing had become.
She buried her other hand in his hair, letting her nails rake against his scalp. He groaned, letting her know he very much liked the feel of it.
His mouth moved from hers down her cheek, planting soft little kisses to the intimate space of her neck close to her collarbone. Olivia moved her head, allowing him the room to work his mouth on her skin. She felt his warm tongue and ignored the fact that she was probably going to have a bruise there the next day. It felt too good to protest.
She arched her own body in to him, allowing him some room between her legs, feeling his erection grow. Her hand smoothed its way down from beneath his clothes to his backside, squeezing it over the top of his jeans.
"Liv!" he exclaimed with a little chuckle, breaking his warm mouth from her skin.
She chuckled too, "I love this ass…"
She let go and ran her fingers up and down the dip of his spine as he continued kissing her. She felt a hand at the hem of her jacket, the sound of the material of both of theirs was almost comical but even more, frustrating. He couldn't find his way beneath it so instead he ran his hand over the top of the material, looking for her breast.
At last Olivia laughed. "I really want you…" she said softly with a regretful sigh. "I really want you to…"
"Really?" Trevor asked. "Right here?"
"Right now…" she confirmed.
He laughed in disbelief. "I don't know if I can…" he looked around, suspicious of anyone watching.
"No, I know," she agreed, "we can't… there's too many layers of clothes on my body right now and … if someone sees…"
She brought her hand up to her face, frustrated. "But… I want you…"
"I want you too…" he replied, letting his hand travel from her waist down her thigh, squeezing her flesh.
"Oh jeez…" she laughed, "that's too much right now…" she sighed.
She felt his hand make its way between her legs and let her eyes fall shut. "Shit, Trevor… what are you doing?" she felt his hand covering her rubbing her softly. He kissed her cheek and her temple and the corner of her mouth as he worked his hand.
He smiled. Her head became dizzy but she knew it had to stop or else they'd have a problem. Or at least she would.
"I don't want you to stop, but you have to stop…" she said softly, grabbing his hand tightly to make it stop moving.
He pressed his forehead against her temple and kissed her. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Me too… but I hope you'll be ready to go when we get back…" she turned to face him.
He sighed. "Do you know a short cut back?" he asked jokingly. "Cos, I'm ready now…"
"So am I," she murmured reluctantly. "If you weren't so tall, I would suggest the car…"
He chuckled. "I am way too tall for that, trust me, I've tried." Trevor moved back, creating some distance between them and rolled on to his back and sighed. "Later?" he asked. "I'm sorry…" his tone was regretful.
Olivia smiled at him and nodded, trying to ignore the feeling tingling within her and the racing of her heart. They glanced at each other a little drunk with desire, sharing a smile. "What are you thinking?" he asked.
"What's the quickest route back to your place…" she joked. "But no… seriously, we purposely made the effort to do something that isn't just laying around, we should continue with our afternoon."
He nodded in agreement, "but this does mean that when we get home I'll have to make up for what happened here…"
She chuckled. "I wouldn't be expecting anything less."
Trevor shut the door with his foot and kicked off his shoes. Olivia did too. He dropped her overnight bag. "What are you doing with that?" she asked, going to pick it up. "I want to get changed, I'm freezing…" she remarked.
He took the bag from her, "Okay," he said simply, "I'm sure I can think of a couple of ways to warm you up," he winked and suddenly the urges they'd both been ignoring during all late afternoon lunch began to resurface.
"I wish you would…" she remarked, standing on one of the steps that led the way to his room. She leaned over and kissed him.
"Better get upstairs then…" he commanded her gently. "Get yourself in to something a little more…" he let his eyes linger over her winter outfit, "easily accessible."
She smiled at him and turned her back, heading up, feeling him trail behind her with her overnight bag in hand.
Once upstairs, Olivia unzipped her jacket and opened her bag looking for something else to put on. Trevor pulled a white t-shirt from beneath his pillow and handed it to her with a kiss on her cheek. "Here…"
She grinned at him and brought it to her face to smell it.
"Hey don't be a creep," he laughed, "I'm here you don't have to sniff my shirt." He took his phone from inside his own jacket and put it on the table beside the remotes and other things and hung up both his and Olivia's in his closet space and returned to her, sitting on the edge of his bed. He reached over and pressed the heating button on the remote that sat on his bedside table.
Olivia pulled off the sweater she had beneath her jacket, exposing a thin cotton v-neck. She was wearing a pair of black leggings which were so thin that the skin of her legs were cold to the very touch.
She shivered.
He watched as she wriggled the leggings down her hips, rolling them down her thighs, exposing sexy black underwear that he'd not seen her wear before. His penis grew a little hard from thinking of peeling all of her undergarments off and touching her in all of her intimate places.
Trevor grabbed her hand and pulled her on to his lap. "You are just the right amount of dressed for what I have in mind…" he told her, kissing her between his words.
Olivia wanted Trevor so much and she couldn't even bother herself to try to hide it. She felt him lifting the hem of her cotton shirt, pulling it over her head. She felt his eyes fall upon her breasts constrained by a black, lacey bra that felt so silky to the touch.
The cold air bit at her skin and she couldn't wait to warm up. Trevor noticed the goose bumps rising to the surface of her skin and the way she visibly shivered. He pulled away from her, "maybe we should get in to bed, you're still freezing."
She nodded in agreement. She got up, standing a little exposed in her underwear that he didn't at all seem to mind. She felt his eyes all over her as she slid beneath the covers, snuggling in for a moment. "Don't you dare think about getting in here with all those clothes on…" she warned him.
He laughed and dressed down to his trunks. She pulled back the covers, inviting him in to his own bed. "Hurry up, it's freezing…" she said to him playfully.
Trevor took no time sliding in next to her. He wasted no time drawing her body close to his. "Holy shit," he gasped, feeling the freeze of her thighs pressing against his, "Liv! You are so cold, how did you get so cold?" he wondered.
"I don't know! Just warm me up…" she demanded. He didn't hesitate, he rubbed her arms with his warm hands.
"How are you so warm?" she asked accusingly.
"I was rugged up… you shouldn't have got your feet wet," he challenged her, "if your feet are cold your body will be cold."
"Can you stop lecturing me and kiss me?" she asked, smartly.
He did as he was asked and pressed his mouth against hers, letting her arch herself against his warm skin. His tongue prompted her mouth open, wanting to pick up where they left off at the beach.
He tried not to flinch as Olivia's cold hands inched up his chest. She laughed in to his mouth, realizing he'd noticeably shivered.
Along with the disruption of her laugh was his phone. The tone rang shrill, echoing throughout the room. He almost jumped a mile. "Don't worry about it…" he told her.
"You can't not worry about it, you've got a kid," she told him pointedly, nodding toward it. "Who is it?"
He groaned with frustration and rolled over. It was a private number. He sighed, feeling like the vibe had been thrown all out. He picked it up reluctantly and pressed it against his ear.
"Trevor Langan," he greeted the caller.
"Seriously?" he sighed, flopping on to his back, instantly annoyed. "Why didn't you just call from your actual number – what is this, a burner cell?" his impatience and frustration was evident. He gave Olivia a stare and shook his head, alerting her to the fact that this was not someone he wanted to speak to.
"I just don't know what it is that you want to discuss…" his voice trailed off, trying to keep as calm as possible. He drew the phone away from his ear and turned it to the speaker, turning the volume down a little.
It was Helena, Olivia recognized her voice
"We need to discuss what you're doing to Eloise, how your actions are going to affect her life." Helena snapped, "or has your daughter taken a backseat in your priorities since you've been able to openly start seeing your side piece."
He took a deep breath and Olivia rolled her eyes, ordinarily she would have been offended, but she knew the type of woman he was dealing with. It was all best friends and rainbows until she didn't get her way.
She also knew that the only thing that really pulled Trevor back in to communication with his wife was matters of his daughter. She could see him visibly trying to collect his cool.
"Helena," he spoke slowly, "I want Eloise to have parents that get along, who co-parent, who don't manipulate each other or call names or insult each other's relationships. I've never said a single nasty thing about Sean, I'd like you to give Olivia the same justice."
"Oh fuck her, Trevor," she snapped. Olivia rose her eyebrow and leaned her head against her partner's upper arm, loaning him some physical support. "Everything was fine until you started officially seeing her –"
"Yeah, everything was fine for you, you were getting your cake and eating it too. Olivia has nothing to do with this. I can't even believe we are having this conversation. I'm over the nastiness, Helena, if you can't be nice, don't call me. We will have to deal with lawyers and mediation, this is out of control."
"I fucked Sean three years before I left you – did you know that? Eloise might not even be your baby," she laughed nastily.
Olivia was shocked at the vitriol that spewed from this woman's mouth.
"Stop," Trevor said, a little feebly, a pang of hurt clipping his voice. "don't make me hate you Helena, I don't want that for Eloise."
"Well if she's not your child we won't have to worry about it, will we?" she asked snarkily. "you were a fucking terrible husband, an absent father most of the time and you thought you could make up for it by throwing money at the problem – what did you think I would do?" she asked him rhetorically, "sit around and wait for you? No, I met someone else."
Olivia could see Trevor visibly buckling beneath her cruel words. She felt for him. He was trying not to get emotional, trying to stay calm – but her words were wounding and she saw it immediately and heard it in his tone. No doubt that his ex would have picked up on it too.
"I worked hard to give you everything you wanted. You wanted more money, I worked harder. You wanted a baby, I gave you a baby. I just wanted you to be happy even when I was sacrificing my own needs. I don't care what you think about Olivia but I loved you so much that it took me a good solid two years to start healing from your leaving."
"Oh bullshit, Trevor. You didn't love me, you loved having your picture-perfect family. I found love elsewhere, many times with different men and you didn't even fucking notice… it would have been a relief if you had."
There was a quiet moment that passed through them. "I noticed," he said at last, clearing his voice. It was thick with emotion and Olivia suspected he was choked by the lump in his throat. "I just didn't want to believe it," he added, swallowing hard again. A second clear of his throat, "So thanks for the confirmation, I'm ending this conversation, you can speak to my lawyer. Bye."
He ended the call and sat for a moment; stunned, shaken and ashamed that Olivia had witnessed it.
"I'm sorry," Liv said softly. It took only seconds for his emotion to turn to anger. She could feel it; it was palpable.
He breathed in long deep breaths through his nose, trying to keep a lid on it but it became all too consuming. He lifted his arm and pelted his phone against the wall with everything he had, letting out a scream of frustration.
"Trevor!" Liv was startled, she'd never seen him lose his temper before.
She went to grab his arm but he shrugged her away. He got up out of the bed and put a pair of gym pants on and headed downstairs, needing to be alone.