She'd labored for 48 hours. Pushed for 3.
Grace Olivia made her entrance around 3am on February 14.
She was perfect; Stabler eyes and Benson hair. A nose like her mommy's and lips like her daddy's.
Elliot cried while Olivia marveled at the bundle in their arms.
"We made her," she whispered, later that night as Grace nursed like a champ.
"We should make like… 30 more," he said, only half teasing.
"How about one or two?" She smiled, closing her eyes and laying against him.
"One or two is great, eventually, cause she's pretty damn perfect for right now."