I Will Love you Forever
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them
Summary: What will happen when an old love comes back into Olivia's life? Will it change for the better or worse?
A/N: Got a lot of great responses from my readers, thanks to all of you who took the time to review! You guys keep me going!
I hope everyone likes the way I chose to take this story, it is very angsty from now until the end, and don't shoot me, i kinda left a small cliff hanger at the end of this chapter, but the next will be up tomorrow!
Meet Andrea
"Did you tell him?" Fin whispered to Olivia at the coffee pot.
"No." Olivia answered bluntly.
"Don't ya think you should?" He asked mockingly.
"Fin, I'll tell him." Olivia barked quietly. With that she returned to her desk with two cups of coffee. She extended one out to Elliot, who took it graciously.
He took a sip, and made a face as the stale liquid ran down his throat, "I see that Munch still makes the coffee. I guess some things will never change." He smiled.
Munch faked hurt, but was just glad that his friend was able to make comments, as rude as they may be. "You know you missed it." He answered.
"Actually, I did." Elliot smiled.
"So, you set a date?" Elliot asked, leaning over to talk to Olivia. She had seemed oddly quiet, and he desperately wanted to get something, anything out of her.
"Not yet." She answered, not being able to make eye contact with him. "He just proposed recently."
She faild to tell him that the real reason the date had not yet been set was because then this whole engagement would be final, and she was still a little unsure. She loved Mike, but this was a big comitment
"Oh, well congratulations then." He smiled, trying to sound happy for her; failing miserably.
"Benson, Stabler" Cragen called form his door. He loved that he could say it again. "You two up to catch?"
"Cap, I am so past ready to catch it's ridiculous." Elliot answered, pushing himself out of his chair.
"Good, we got a rape/homicide in central park. Meet Melinda there."
That night Olivia sat on her couch in the apartment she shared with her daughter and fiancé. She had told Mike about Elliot's return, but hadn't talked to him about it face to face because he was still in court on a case.
She sat in her flannel pajama bottoms and white tank top. Her legs were folded under her as she sat in silence and drank some coffee.
Andrea was playing quietly in her room, and Olivia was thankful for that. She looked so much like her father, and while Olivia had always loved that she could see him each time she looked at her, tonight she just wanted to forget him.
Her mind was still reeling from seeing him again. She had loved him once. She had pictured growing old with him, but now she had Mike. She loved Mike.
She silently thanked whoever was at the door, when she heard that knock, for interrupting her thoughts.
She raised herself off the couch and looked through the peep hole.
"Dammit!" She silently cursed when she saw Elliot at the other side.
She unlocked it, and let him in. "How did you find the place?" She asked, not meaning to sound upset.
"I called John, I hope that's okay." He offered.
"No, no, it's fine, come on in." She redeemed her self, as she held the door open for Elliot to walk in.
"What's up?" She asked shutting the door, and running a hand through her freshly washed hair.
"I just wanted to drop off a file Melinda sent me." He answered honestly. "I tired to call your cell, but it was off."
"Yeah, it's charging." She answered.
Elliot placed the file on the counter. For the first time…ever… they stood in uncomfortable silence. Then Elliot noticed the toys in the living room.
"Mike have a kid?" He asked, not knowing if he wanted to know the answer.
Olivia followed his gaze to the living room, and saw the stuffed animals scattered about.
"Oh jeeze. Ya know, I tell her to pick up her toys all the time. I guess I just don't see them anymore." Olivia answered, avoiding Elliot's question.
"Mommy, when can I have dessert?" A small girl asked as she emerged from the hall beyond the living room. She was four years old, and wearing a purple night gown. Her hair was brown and in a braid. She had piercing blue eyes, and a beautiful smile that held her small voice.
"Later baby." Olivia answered.
"Mommy?" Elliot thought.
"She's yours?" Elliot asked. He couldn't mask his hurt. He had wanted so desperately to have children with Olivia, and now she had someone else's.
Andrea walked right up to Elliot when she finally noticed him standing in her kitchen. "Who's this Mommy?" She asked, straining her neck to look up at him.
Olivia didn't know how to respond, thankfully Elliot answered for her.
"My name is Elliot; I'm your Mom's new partner." He said, crouching down to her level and smiling.
"Oh, I'm Andrea. Hi." She smiled.
Elliot couldn't believe how much she looked like Olivia. "You are the spittin image of you mother, you know that?" He asked, still crouched.
Andrea just smiled and nodded; causing Elliot to let out a small laugh. "Mommy says that I have my Daddy's smile though." She answered. "And my sister's nose. Right Mommy?" She asked, looking to Olivia for conformation.
"That's right kiddo." Olivia smiled.
"You have two?" Elliot asked, shocked, as he stood back up to face his ex.
"No." Olivia chuckled. "She's my only peanut."
"Me and my sister have the same Daddy, but different Mommies." Andrea explained.
"You and Mike are lucky to have such a great kid." Elliot said, disappointment dripping from his voice. Olivia didn't know what to say, but again, thankfully someone else spoke for her.
"Mike's not my Daddy silly." Andrea laughed. "He's my Mommy's fance, but not my Daddy."
"Oh yeah, then who is your Daddy?" Elliot asked looking at the small girl.
"Mommy says that he's with God." She said sadly, looking at the floor. "With Milton, my goldfish."
Olivia couldn't help put let a quick laugh go as he daughter explained.
But Elliot only felt confusion. "Liv?" He asked as he looked to her for an answer.
It was now or never. "Umm, Elliot, why don't we go inside." She motioned to her couch.
"Baby, why don't you go in your room and play? I'll call you when dessert is ready." She instructed.
When Andrea was in her room Olivia poured herself some scotch form the bar. "You want a drink?" She asked, trying to avoid the subject.
"No, I'm good thanks." Elliot answered.
"Why don't I pour you one anyway?" Olivia answered, knowing that after she told Elliot that Andrea was his, he would need it.
TBC... I told you it was a cliff hanger! Don't hate me, just throw reviews!