Thirty weeks pregnant at 51 years old was bullshit. That was her new word for this whole experience. It was amazing, beautiful and she wouldn't change it for the world, but it was bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit. And what was even more bullshit is that she had another 10 weeks to go, seven if she was lucky.

Her ankles were swollen, her back hurt, her breasts were huge and heavy,, her face had gotten fatter, her belly was big, Hannah kept shoving her feet in her rib cage, which Michelle had said was kind of a good sign because that meant Hannah was head down already but excuse her if she didn't feel like it was. And the worst part was she was horny. All the fucking time. But she couldn't get comfortable in any position they tried. It always ended with her overly irritated, her not pleased and her angry. Beyond angry.

Elliot was trying. He was trying so hard. Even offered the night before to use a toy on her so there wouldn't be the pressure of his body applied but she didn't want a fucking toy. She wanted him. She had turned her body on him, pushed his hands off of her and had fallen asleep pissed off and unsatisfied. In the morning she had awoke in the same mood and Elliot was just letting her be. Letting the emotions roll through her as they came and was attempting not to take it to personal.

That day she had three meetings and by the time the first one was over she just wanted to go home. The NYPD had been working with her. Everyone knew she was a geriatric pregnant cop, so they tried to come to her, instead of her going to them. She should have been thankful, instead it just pissed her off. Another way for the men around her to undermine her abilities.

She was sitting at her desk, in the middle of meeting one and two when there was a knock at her door. Elliot was on his way with food for her because with her grumpy ass, she had forgotten to grab her breakfast and lunch and she was starving. But she knew it couldn't have been him yet. She tried not to groan, really tried but it came out anyways. She almost cursed the person who opened the door without her consent because Jesus, she was splayed back in her seat, her feet propped up on her table, her belly big and round in front of her and she just wanted a moment to try to get the damn swelling in her feet down. "Elevate your feet." That's what Michelle had told her. At her last appointment her blood pressure was slightly elevated but not enough to raise much concern. She was only advised to eat a little healthier, to try to lay off the salt and she had already been trying to do that.

When her eyes made contact with the person walking in, she almost smacked her head on her desk. Why? Why at that moment when she literally felt like she was about to start chucking shit around her office.

"Brian, what are you doing here?"

He looked scared, like a puppy dog with his tail between his legs and God, just the look on his face was enough to piss her off more. There was no way she was moving from her current position, so she stayed silent, waited for him to say something. And when he just stood there with his hands in his pockets, she huffed. "Look, I am not a good mood today so if you just came to stand here, can you please do it outside of my office."

Fin must have seen him to late to intercept him because he was at her door as soon as the words escaped her mouth. He eyed her apologetically for not saving her from the man currently standing in front of her and fuck, she maybe should have called in that day because everyone was just pissing her off. "You need anything, Captain?"

"I don't know. Do I need anything Cassidy?"

"I just, I just wanted to see how you were doing."

"Well, I'm doing as fine as I can be doing. That all?"

She saw the moment his eyes flickered to her newly ringed finger. She thought everyone had known by now that Elliot proposed but the look on his face proved that theory wrong. "Yes, Elliot and I are getting married as soon as the baby is born."

He nodded and glanced back at Fin like he wanted some privacy with her. But Fin wasn't going anywhere and he knew that. Especially with the current mood she was in. "That's great, congratulations."

"Thank you."

"So, you're doing okay?"

"For being pregnant at 50, I'm doing pretty well."

"And everything is okay, with the baby, I mean."

She sighed. It was a question she was accustomed to hearing. Because of her age, everyone seemed to assume that something was wrong with Hannah. "She's perfect."

"She?"

"Yeah, she."

He nodded, a small smile on his lips, "A little Olivia."

Her hands absentmindedly rubbed along her belly, "A little Elliot and Olivia." The baby girl she was carrying was a product of both of them, even if Brian didn't want to believe it.

"Right. A Benson and Stabler. The world better watch out."

"That's what we all keep saying," Fin said. He had taken a spot against the doorway. His eyes never leaving the man standing in front of her. Him and Elliot had an agreement. He looked after her at work, Elliot looked after her at home. A powerhouse to protect their Liv and Hannah.

"Yeah, well be lucky you two don't have to raise her," she said. She was going to kill all of them, that much Olivia already knew.

Her ass was hurting already, a downside to sitting now so she shifted slightly, enough to get the pressure off that one spot but Hannah didn't seem to like that much, because as soon as Liv shifted, Hannah did as well. Her feet or her butt, Olivia never knew, went straight into her rib cage causing her to groan in discomfort, her hand flying up to take hold of her side.

Fin and Brian were quick, both of them stepping closer to her and her hand up caused them to stop, "She just moved. I'm okay."

She had learned that stretching a certain way could get her shift, so she tried to stretch her torso out but that only caused Hannah to shift more inside of her ribs, instead of out. The groan that time was louder, causing both of the men to once more step closer to her. And fuck, the angle Hannah was in was causing pain to shoot up her side and she could swear she could feel her rib cage sticking out more. "She's in my ribs," she whispered to the two men who were eying her like they had no idea what to do.

"You want to try to stand?" Fin asked as he made his way closer her.

Maybe that would work. A different angle in her torso might cause Hannah to shift herself into a more comfortable position, so she attempted to lift herself up on her feet, only succeeding in causing the pain to grow inside of her. "Fuck." That wasn't going to work either. Her ass was back in her seat, her hand putting pressure against her bulging rib cage and God, she was too old for this.

And like perfect timing, Elliot chose that moment to walk into her office. His hands carried a bag with a breakfast sandwich and a salad and a tray with a cup of coffee, ice water and strawberry banana smoothie. Everything she craved on a day to day basis.

He took one look around the room, Fin standing next to Olivia, Brian across her desk and what the fuck was Brian doing there. He was about to ask but the look of pain on Olivia's face stopped him. She was hurting. Physically hurting. "What's wrong?"

He was already setting the food down on her desk and making his way over to her. Her mood had been all over the place lately but hormones had that affect on women, so he was trying to work through them with her.

"She's in my ribs."

Something they had both learned the last few weeks was that Hannah was a rib hugger. It caused Olivia so much pain, so much discomfort and he really wished he could share it with her somehow. Having children was so hard on a woman and he understood why God had chosen them to do it. There was no way men would survive.

But what they had also learned was that Hannah liked his voice and Hannah didn't like being uncomfortable. So, he always tried to help shift her out of the spot her mother didn't want her in. He didn't pay any mind to the men that were present in the room, just knelt down in front of her and placed his hand on the rib cage she was holding. He could feel Hannah behind it, could feel the bulge and God, his poor mama.

"Lean your body back, baby."

"It hurts more like that."

"I know. But you gotta give her room to shift."

The groan that escaped her lips caused Fin to take a step back. If anyone was getting hit during this it was going to be Elliot, not him.

As much as she hated the sound of it, she listened to him. Stretched against the pain to lean her body completely back against her chair. Elliot's hand stayed firmly on her rib cage, applying pressure to whatever part of Hannah was pressing against her. She groaned with the movement, groaned more with the added pressure against her, "Elliot..."

"I know, Liv. I know."

"No, you don't." Because he really didn't. Men got to have all the fun and the women had to handle all the hard shit.

His eyes drew up to hers, "Okay, I don't. But you know I'd take it away if I could. I'm trying here."

His voice, like always, caused Hannah to move. Not in the way she needed to move but she moved. "Talk to her." He was trying, she knew he was trying and fuck, if she could just have a bomb ass orgasm again, she wouldn't be in such a shitty mood. Maybe a toy wouldn't be that bad of an idea.

He smoothed his hands along her bump, leaned in so close his lips were touching her, "Hey, Hannah. It's daddy." Hannah had always liked the sound his voice. Always seemed to move every time she heard it and this time was no different. He could feel her start to move, could feel her start to wake up and he applied pressure once more against the area stuck in Olivia's rib cage. "I know you're comfy but mommy isn't and if mommy isn't, no one is happy. So, can you please cut us ALL a break and move your butt. Please."

He could not only feel the moment Hannah shifted, he could hear the moan of relief from Olivia. He whispered a, "Thank you, princess," to her, smiling when she kicked his hand and moved his eyes back to woman who was staring at him with that look in her eyes.

As her hand reached out to stroke his cheek, she said, "Thank you." For everything.

"Anytime."

They seemed to have forgotten hat they weren't alone because when Fin cleared his throat, they broke eye contact, Elliot standing and reaching for her sandwich and smoothie. "Thank you, I'm starving."

"Yeah, I figured."

She didn't even hesitate taking a bite of her food and once Elliot knew she was good, his eyes peered at the man still across her desk, "Cassidy."

"Stabler. I just stopped in to see how Liv was doing. Heard about the baby. Congrats by the way. On the baby and the wedding."

"Thank you."

When he doesn't offer Brian anything else because really he never liked the man, ever. Brian nods, "Well, I'll head out. Take care, Liv."

Since her mouth was full she only offered him a tight lip smile and nod before the man headed out of her office. She wasn't trying to be rude to him but the state of her hormones was making her be rude to everyone. And when she peered at Fin, the man who was supposed to catch people on her off days, he lifted his hands in an apology, "I was in the can. Didn't know he was here until I heard his goddamn voice."

"Well he's lucky I didn't throw something at him."

"Maybe you should make sure you eat before..." It doesn't take much for Fin to close his mouth. The look of irritation on his boss's face and the look of fear on Elliot's had him moving towards the exit. The last thing he wanted was something thrown at him.

"Go do something, Sergeant." She said. Her voice full of agitation and God, she needed to get laid.

Fin nodded and closed the door behind him, leaving Elliot and Olivia alone in the closed blinds of her office.

"You feeling better?" He said as he leaned against her desk. He not only knew she was in a bad mood, he knew the real reason why she was in the bad mood. The woman couldn't get comfortable. She couldn't get comfortable in any fucking position she was in, let alone a position he tried to put her in. Even if he wanted to just use his hands or mouth on her, she not only still couldn't get comfortable, she didn't want that. He had felt like he tried everything to get her comfortable. But fuck, it wasn't working. And fuck, she was horny. She still wanted to have mind numbing sex, it was in her eyes but her belly. She just couldn't seem to work herself around it.

"Great. Now you're going to call me out on my mood?" She really didn't need that from him too.

The way his eyebrows raised at her in that moment made her breath catch. Elliot was working around her mood, was making sure he didn't trigger her, was making sure he said the right thing not to piss her off, but sometimes she was just being completely unreasonable. At that was exactly what she was being.

"Liv, I know exactly what is wrong with you right now."

"Yeah, that I'm 50 and pregnant?" She didn't know why she was still playing like he had no idea what he was talking about. The man was her fiance. Her fiance. Fuck, in a few months he was going to be her husband. She had just insisted on waiting to be able to fit into a nice gown but if she said the word, they'd be in a courthouse the next day.

"No, you need to come. Really need to come. I can guarantee you're wet right now." She needed to be taken care of. He knew that, she knew that and that's why he had suggested a vibrator the night before. It may not have been exactly what she wanted, but it was going to give her exactly what she needed, a release.

She took a deep breath. Felt the liquid pool at the apex of her thighs. If intercourse was no longer going to work with them, they were going to have to be intimate other ways and she was going to have to get over. Not that she didn't love the man's mouth and fingers but nothing compared to his dick. Nothing.

He leaned his body close to hers, his hands settling on each of her arm rests, "So are you going to let me help with that?"

Her eyes widened at him in disbelief. There was no way he was suggesting what she thought he was suggesting. "What, now?"

"Yes, now."

The pang of arousal in her clit almost made her whimper. There was no way. They were at her job, in her office. "Elliot..."

"I'll be fast. You know I'll be fast. I know your body, baby." His hand had already landed on her thigh and began a slow journey upward. But when her thighs clenched harder together because fuck, there was no way she could allow what was about to happen. "And trust me, Fin isn't going to take his eyes off this door if he knows what's good for him."

That made her laugh and when his lips leaned into kiss her softly, she finally loosened her thighs enough to allow his hand to move all the way up.

He was right, the man knew her body better than she thought she knew it herself. From the very first time he had touched her, her body had been in overdrive and it only increased with her pregnancy.

He didn't have to look down to know where to place his thumb over her maternity slacks, he just kept his lips solid on hers to catch her moans, and pressed his thumb solidly against her.

God, they by far were not her best orgasms, by a mile, but even a small one was perfect. She could feel the tension leave her body, could feel herself relax into the pleasure and yes, that was exactly what she needed. "Mmm," she said quietly.

"Better?"

She could use more, could use his hand moving through her soaked folds but her meeting was due to start in five minutes and they were in her office. "For now? Yes. I want more when the kids are sleeping though. More of anything that will work."

He nodded, "You got it, baby." He would always give her anything she wanted and he was determined to give her everything.