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Elliot reached across the sedan to push open the door for Liv who was balancing coffees and snacks from the bodega just a block away.
"Thanks," she huffed, handing the items over and popping down beside him in the passenger seat.
"Stakeouts suck," he grumbled. "'Specially now."
Ignoring the weight of his comment, she nodded and sunk back in her seat.
"Seriously."
"We used to have fun," he said slowly, looking at her.
"Uh huh, when you didn't have a wife at home."
He grumbled some type of acknowledgment and crossed his arms, sighing.
"Don't start," she warned, rolling her head to look at him.
"What?" he asked.
"You always do this. If you wanna be with me leave your wife."
"Olivia," he growled.
"Don't Olivia me."
"You won't let me leave my wife."
"Well you should have thought about the consequences of fucking her without protection."
"Hey," he barked, looking at her.
"Sorry," she grumbled, sighing. "I love Eli…" she trailed off.
"I know you do," he said after a moment, reaching across the console to take her hand. "I'm sorry…"
"Stop apologizing… what's done is done," she sighed, squeezing his hand and turning her attention back to where it was supposed to be.
"We did have fun though," he whispered, "especially on stakeouts."
"Please don't?" She begged softly, letting her eyes fall shut and pulling her hand away.
"Hmph."
A knock on the passenger window made him jump and pulled him from the memory he'd been lost In.
Unlocking the door, he watched his young detective pull it open and climb in with coffees and snacks.
"Y'alright there, Sarge?" She laughed, settling into the seat beside him.
"Yes… yeah sorry, it's rare that I get a moment of silence," he laughed, "it's like my brain breaks when that happens. Too many crazy kiddos at home"
She laughed. "How many?"
"Total or at home?" He laughed, and her jaw dropped.
"Total?!" She exclaimed.
"Almost nine total," he said with a chuckle. "Five from my first marriage, four with Liv. But… well it's complicated."
"We've got time," she laughed, handing over his coffee.
"Thanks," he nodded, taking it. "Yeah that's fair… I don't even know where I'd start," he laughed.
"How about with your crazy ones at home?" She offered, laughing.
Elliot laughed, too. "Sure… so there's Emma, 13, Noah, 11 very soon, Teddy will be one in 2 months, and Liv is 12 weeks along with number 9."
"Sheesh," Ella laughed. "All planned?"
Elliot snorted. "The only one of my kids who was planned was Teddy. We just finished paying him off."
Ella laughed and nodded for him to continue. "Yeah, when I came home from Italy almost 4 years ago and Liv and I got back together-"
"Wait…" Ella said, doing the math.
Elliot laughed again. "Emma was an accident. Liv and I were together for a few years until I got back with my wife when she got pregnant with Eli, and then we had a one night thing after a huge case and got Emma. I didn't even know about her until I came home and Kathy died…. Well, went into witness."
"Holy shit," she mused. "This is a soap opera!"
"Tell me about it," Elliot laughed. "And then Liv adopted Noah on her own, we did IVF for Teddy and baby number 9 was a total surprise. But we're thrilled."
"How could you not be!" She smiled. "And your older kids?"
"So Maureen was the reason Kath and I got married right out of high school," he exhaled. "Kathleen was kinda planned, kinda not. Twins, Dickie and Liz, were surprises and so was Eli."
"Eli short for Elliot?"
"Yeah," he said, puffing his chest like he always did when he talked about his namesakes. "He's actually now the second cause his son is the third."
"He's got a kid?" She asked. "How old is he??"
"Twins, actually. He and his… we don't really know, honestly, just turned 18. It was a whole thing. Do you remember that man from the news last year who killed his wife and beat his daughter to a pulp?"
"The one that just killed himself in jail?"
"Mhm. That's her parents. Started cause she was pregnant. We thought it wasn't Eli's, ended up being his and surprise- twins."
"Wow," she muttered. "18… jeez, I'm 28 and can't imagine being a parent."
"My twins are 28," he said thoughtfully.
"Anymore grandkids?"
"A gaggle," he laughed. "One grandson, that's EJ, and then 4 granddaughters. Joey, his twin- they're 4 months, and then Dickie has Anna Kate whose two and a half and Lilly who is three weeks old, and Mo has Livvy who is also three weeks old."
"Both three weeks??"
"We got home from our trip to Venice to our daughter and daughter in law in the hospital giving birth," he laughed.
"You guys have one hell of a life," she chuckled, sipping her coffee.
Elliot's phone rang, and he blindly answered it. "Stabler."
"What, too busy with your partner you can't even look to see who's calling?" Liv snapped back.
"Shoot, sorry baby," he chuckled. "I was just telling Ella about the grandkids."
"Right," she said, voice unsteady.
"Baby…"
"I was just calling to tell you that I'm headed into a long interrogation so I don't know when I'll be out."
"Alright, honey… be safe okay? Kick some ass, I love you very much."
"I love you too," she whispered, voice finally cracking.
"'Livia…"
"I'm fine I just… bye I love you," she said, hanging up quickly.
Ella watched on, brow raised and concern on her face as Elliot waited for Fin to call him next, which he did in record time.
"She okay?" El asked as a greeting.
"Man, your wife is pregnant, hormonal, and jealous, and one, you ain't even looking at your caller ID, and two? You left me with her?"
Elliot couldn't help but laugh. "Fuck man, I'm sorry. She okay?"
"She stormed into interrogation so at least her hormones are being taken out on that bastard and not you."
"Poor guy?" El questioned.
"Nah, suspected of touching little boys."
"She's gonna tear him up."
"Oh yeah. I'll keep you posted, you be safe out there man, okay?"
"Will do buddy, thanks," El said with a nod, hanging up.
"Everything okay?" Ella asked with a laugh.
"Yeah," he chuckled. "She's… the hormones," he shrugged. "She got like this with Teddy, too. Though not as jealous."
"Jealous?"
Realizing he spoke aloud, Elliot's head whipped towards her. "If you ever tell anyone I accidentally said that out loud I'll deny it."
Ella laughed and shook her head. "Secrets safe with me, Sarge. But uh," she paused, looking out the front window at movement on their target, "you can tell her not to worry," she said.
Elliot saw her reach for her gun and the door and followed suit before glancing over at her. "What?"
She smirked. "I'm much more into her than I am to you," she winked, slipping out of the car.
Liv was neck deep in paperwork following the interrogation.
It was 2am when Elliot walked in, having finished up his case around the same time they got a confession from and booked her perp.
The kiddos were at a sleepover at Eli and Sam's, and Elliot passed Fin on his way on.
"She calm down at all?" He asked and Fin laughed.
"Yeah, but I think she's just tired," he nodded, patting his shoulder. "Best of luck, brother."
When he stepped off the elevator, he found Liv waiting in her office.
She knew he was coming, and was trying to act casual in cleaning off her desk.
"Hi baby," he smiled, knocking on the door frame.
"Hi," she muttered. "Ready?"
"Honey," he said gently, approaching her and putting his hands on either one of her biceps.
"I'm tired and I want to go home, so are you ready?"
He sighed. "Olivia…"
"Elliot it's 2am and I'm 54 and pregnant and my boobs hurt and I miss my kids so I'm going to ask you to take me home one more time before I call a cab."
"Kids are at Eli's and you have pumps here," he countered, a little annoyed.
She let out a short groan that mimicked the one their daughter gave him in the middle of the week and stormed out of her office with him close on her tail.
"Olivia will you please stop," he sighed, gently grabbing her arm again when she had no choice but to stop at the elevators.
Turning quickly, she looked at him and her eyes watered. "I'm mad at you."
His face was blank and hard for a moment as he processed her words and reminded himself of all the variables leading to her insane jealousy.
"Okay," he said carefully, trying his best not to smile. "Why?"
"Because. You have no problem working all night with her," she said, stepping into the elevator in front of him.
"As opposed to you working all night with your squad?"
"I'm a Captain, Elliot, I have no choice."
"And what my Lieutenant tells me to do is what I have to do. Olivia, what is going on? Really what's going on?"
Shaking her head, she brushed out ahead of him, walking briskly to his SUV that was parked in front of the precinct.
Just to stir the pot, he sprinted ahead to open the door for her, much to her dismay.
"Tell me what's going on," he asked again as she got buckled.
"Nothing!" She cried, convincing not even herself.
"You're jealous," he laughed.
"Get in the car Elliot," she growled.
"You're jealous of my new detective. Still? Why?"
"Sergeant," she snapped, in no mood for his mocking. "Take me home. Now."
With an exaggerated roll of his eyes, he slammed her door and made his way to the drivers side.
They'd just pulled out of the space when she turned to him.
"I know what we used to do on stakeouts!!" She said, exasperatedly. "I was there. I remember you're handsy… even when you were married you were handsy!"
"What are you accusing me of Olivia," he snapped back, keeping his eyes on the road and his hands at a firm 10 and 2.
"I'm not accusing you of anything, I'm just stating a memory that's made me suspicious."
"Suspicious?! Olivia are you kidding me?"
Crossing her arms, she slouched back in her seat, pouting adorably as they drove the rest of the way home in silence.
When he parked, he got out and walked around to open her door like he always did, but stopped her before she could get out.
"Ella bats for the other team, but even if she didn't? Even if she was on her fucking knees for me and you were cheering her on? I wouldn't do it. Do you know why?"
Her lips quivered and she shook her head slowly.
"Because it took me 21 years to finally make you mine. All fucking mine, and you know what Olivia? As stubborn as you are, I'm that much more possessive. There's no woman I want besides you, even when you're being a giant pain in my ass. Got it?"
Casting her eyes downwards, she nodded slowly and slid out of the car, walking a few steps ahead of him until they made it to the elevator.
The silence was deafening, and when they got to their floor, he took several steps ahead of her to reach their door, fumbling with his keys and stewing internally.
Anger and frustration radiated off of him until a gentle and timid hand that fell to his back, just under his leather jacket, illicitted an instant physical reaction.
Steadying himself, he unlocked the door and pushed it open for her, stepping aside so she could walk in ahead of him.
When he turned from shutting the door, he found her staring at him with wide and hungry eyes.
His possessiveness reared it's ugly head as he rushed her and pushed her against the wall, effortlessly lifting her up so that her legs were wrapped around his hips.
"E-El…"
"No… you've talked enough tonight. You listen."
He waited for her to nod; for her to snake her arms around his neck and caress the back of his head; waited for her eyes to grow dark.
"You're mine. You've always been mine, but the minute Kathy… whatever… was the minute I was able to finally love you like you deserve. And I've never, ever strayed from you Olivia. And I never will. You're the only one l want to come home to, the only lips I want to kiss, the only cunt I want to taste and fuck, and certainly the only belly I want to see carry a brand new baby with when we're boarder-line geriatric. Do you understand that?"
She nodded quickly, tightening her grip of him as her chest rose and fell dramatically.
"Say it," he commanded.
"I… I understand…"
"Good. Now. What do you want right now? Huh? Do you want to go to sleep? Or do you want me to fuck you."
"Fuck me," she whimpered.
His lips on her's forced her head back against the wall, and her hands flew to the buttons on his shirt, hastily working to pull them open.
"El I don't know if I can do this pregnant and against a wall," she said breathlessly, pulling away from him when he pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side.
He looked down and realized for the first time all week just how much their little girl had grown.
Her full and aching breasts were resting now, especially the way she was settled against the wall and him, on her protruding belly.
Giving her a tiny smile, he pulled her off the wall and collapsed back with her on the couch, silently holding her belly and caressing it with his thumbs while she unbuttoned her slacks and knelt up to push them down.
She gasped when his hands flew to her hips, forcing her to stand upright. "Don't want you to fall," he said softly, before pulling down her pants and already soaking thong.
Dropping to his knees, he helped her step out of them, and then her boots, before slowly lifting her leg over his shoulder to rest on the couch.
"Take your bra off," he instructed, his voice low.
Worry flashed across her face; he was never this quiet and demanding during sex, and she'd wondered if she'd gone too far.
"You're fine," he said, reading her mind. "I'm focused, cause I don't think you believe ," he paused to sink further on his knees and place his mouth right beside her clit, "me when I tell you you're the only person I want to make feel good. Ever."
Her eyes filled quickly with tears of guilt and love, and one hand rested on his cheek while the only reached to unhook her bra and let it slide down her arms and to the floor.
"You look like an angel," he whispered in awe, pressing a kiss to the thatch of curls that rested right below her belly.
"I feel like a cow," she mumbled, shaking her head.
"No," he insisted. "You've got no idea how incredible you look. You're glowing. I just wanna be inside you… loving you till you can't move anymore. To prove to you how damn obsessed with you I am."
She whimpered, rolling her head back and putting her other hand on the back of his to pull it flush to her core, which he happily connected his mouth to.
"Suck, El," she whimpered, and he did as he was asked, wrapping his lips tightly around her swollen nub and sucking long and hard.
A low groan sprang from her chest and her nipples tightened from the stimulation.
He knew she wanted more; needed more, but his hands were too busy being splayed on her ass and hips, supporting her and the extra weight she was carrying in her belly, and chose to stick with his tongue to complete the task he started.
"Oh god," she groaned, exhaling a loud moan when his tongue began to flip back and forth against her clit.
She wasn't going to last long; the stress of the day and how mad she'd been at him had sent her into a frenzy of arousal.
"I need you," she begged pathetically. "I need to feel you."
Shaking his head quickly, he dropped it further and plunged his tongue as deep as he could into her clenching cunt.
"Baby…." She cried out, struggling to keep her eyes on him. "Yes baby, yes…"
"Sit," he grumbled, turning her in one swift move and smiling as she giggled and fell to the couch.
He buried his head again between her legs, quickly shoving a blanket under her as he began his assault on her core.
His fingers exploded and drew wetness from her pussy down to her puckered hole, teasing both, while his mouth on her clit continued to bring her to the edge.
"Elliot," she warned, gasping when he pushed two fingers inside of her.
They began a slow and methodical assault right where they needed to, and he smirked to himself when her whimpers became more and more desperate, her pussy leaking onto the blanket below her.
Her first orgasm rocked them both, unexpectedly.
She usually gave some type of indication: frantic tapping on his head or a needy chorus of his name, just before the balloon popped and her body convulsed.
This time, however, she arched up off the couch with no warning, one hand flying to his head to hold him in place while the other held herself up so she could meet his eyes that were just visible below her belly.
When she began shaking and her moans became desperate cries and whines, telling him that the pleasure was too much, he backed off lightly from her clit and pushed her back to a seated and sated position.
His fingers continued to move, massaging the spongey flesh inside of her still quivering cunt while he kissed up her belly, his wet lips and mouth leaving a trail to her nipples.
Her second orgasm was slower and more predictable, born mostly of the special care he was paying to her leaking and taught breasts, all while maintaining the rhythm inside of her.
It was only when she didn't come down from her second orgasm that he knew she was past the point of no return.
"Let go," he encouraged, working his fingers to a quicker pace before pulling them out fast and experimentally.
"C-c-co…."
"Blankets," he said, finding the flesh within her again and picking up speed.
She was a wreck below him: sweaty and flushed; pure arousal on her face with her mouth hung open wide; hair matted and make up smeared.
"Let go," he repeated, knowing her almost had her and finally giving into his own needs by knocking his painfully confined bulge against her knee.
"B-baby," she pleased, gasped and gushing slightly when he pulled his hand away again.
"That's it, Olivia," he cooed, repeating his previous step and adding stimulation to her clit with his large thumb.
"Let. Go." He said a final time just seconds later, commanding and stern as he pulled his fingers free once more and was doused with her.
She screamed out, a drunk smile on her lips with brows that alternated between surprise and pleasure while he continued to allow her to soak him and the blankets below them.
When her breathing became so heavy that he actually became a little concerned, he stood up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and went to work quickly on is belt and slacks.
"Need you," she managed.
Without another word, he pulled her leg over his shoulder and sunk into her.
"I'm definitely not going to last," he mumbled, beginning to pound into her relentlessly.
She reached down to play with her own clit, pulling him in on her orgasm and encouraging him to spill himself, buried to the hilt.
"Elliot," she gasped, boneless.
Damn proud of himself, he leaned down to kiss her very slowly. A gentle peck at first, followed by a sweet nip on her lip before tracing the outline of her lower pout with his tongue.
"Do you believe me now?" He asked after running his tongue across her jaw bone to her ear and nipping.
"Yes… God yes."
"Good," he smirked.
Liv was first to wake the following morning, the sun shining directly into her eyes through their still open living room curtains.
They'd fallen asleep on their deep cushioned couch, facing on another, naked, and with a few blankets draped over them.
She felt his morning erection, strong against her hip, and looked down to see how easily she could access it, wanting to repay him for how damn good he'd made her feel the night before.
Guilt for her irrational actions may have had something to do with it too.
What she found when she looked down was his hand, protectively over her belly, encasing her bump like he always did, but not as fully as usual due to her growing size.
It made her smile, and reaching behind her to the side board, she snagged her phone and snapped a quick photo, adding it to the private album on her phone that they shared.
Next, she checked the time, smiled that they'd at least gotten five hours, and praying that Eli wouldn't be bringing the kids home too early so that she could get a little more.
The effects of being her age and pregnant were taking a greater toll on her than she imagined, and she wanted nothing more than to spend the weekend asleep on the couch with her husband and baby boy who was growing way too fast, instead of going to the first outdoor soccer practice of the season "because the snow cleared."
That wasn't until 11, and she prayed that the text she hadn't yet received from Eli indicated that they still had some time.
But before she risked her kids walking in on their father face fucking their mother, she played it safe and shot a message to her boy.
L: Morning baby boy. ETA?
L: Kids good?
E: Kids are great! We're up and getting ready. Going to stop and grab breakfast to bring over. Should be there in 45 mins. That okay?
45 minutes… she could work with that.
L: Perfect.
E: Great! Craving anything?
She was.
L: Banana pancakes with chocolate sauce and whipped cream.
L: I think I ate them every day when I was pregnant with Emma lol
L: But if that's too specific, whatever you get is fine! :)
E: Banana pancakes with chocolate sauce and whipped cream it is!
E: Wait… is it a girl??
Liv laughed to herself.
L: We don't know yet.
L: ;)
E: Don't get me excited for nothing now
L: Excited?! I thought poor EJ if it's a girl???
E: I'm talking cousins. I love my sisters!
L: Hahaha. Love you baby. I'm gonna wake dad up, see you soon.
E: Love you too momma.
Liv set her phone down, rolled back into Elliot who was still sound asleep beside her, and snuck her hand down between him to tug gently on his cock.
Her soft lips pressed against his muscled chest, and he sighed in his sleep, inching closer to her
With a smirk, she tightened her grip around the head of his cock, and his eyes shot open in surprise as his hips bucked up.
"Well good morning," he growled, dropping his head in order to get a better look at the magic her hands were working.
"I owe you an apology," she said softly, kissing his chest.
"Was too hard on you," he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead and letting out an audible moan.
"We're a team… and I was being a brat."
"Yeah well… You're carrying our newest brat at 54. I lost sight of that."
"It was 3am… or whatever," she said, looking up to kiss him.
"I love you, Benson."
"I love you Stabler… we have 45 minutes."
"Oh?"
"Hm, maybe 40 now…"
"Oh yeah?" He asked with a smirk. "What can I do for you in those 40 minutes?"
"Fuck my face."
"Hi daddy," Emma smiled, coming through the door with Joey in her arms and Sam behind her with both empty carriers.
El turned and grinned. "Wow… big girl gets take out of her car seat in the car now??" He exclaimed, walking over and pulling them both in for a hug.
"She was fussing," Sam laughed, joining the hug when El held an arm out to her, "and knows how to play Auntie Em."
"And Noah has EJ cause he didn't want him to feel left out," Emma explained, answering her dad's unasked questions.
"They're on their way up behind us," Sam added. "Where's Liv?"
"Showering, Eli got the food?" He asked, reaching for his grand baby who went to him with a big smile and wide blue eyes.
"Yeah," Sam nodded, kissing her daughters head. "She needs to eat soon, let me heat up a bottle."
"Sounds good," he smiled, watching her.
She looked tired, and he frowned a little, going over to her and putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Y'alright?"
"I'm exhausted," she whispered with a soft chuckle. "So tired."
"Kids? Eli? All of it?"
"That one," she sighed. "Just… it's hard."
"How about Liv and I watch the kids tonight. You and Eli can have some alone time, or he can bring them here and you can just be alone?"
"I would kill for a night alone," she laughed softly. "Or a chick flick with the girls."
"Alright it's done… want me to tell him?"
"No, I can," she smiled small. "Thanks El," she nodded, looking visibly more relaxed.
"Anytime, and hey? Don't be afraid to ask us for help. You're one of ours too, whatever happens with you and Eli."
Sam wiped her eyes quickly and leaned into El's side. "Thank you," she whispered.
"Everything okay?" Eli asked, coming in behind them with EJ, mellow as ever and giving everyone his signature lazy smile.
"Just… is it okay if I take a night alone? You stay here with the twins? I just…"
He didn't let her finish before he leaned in and kissed her. "No explanation needed. I've gotcha."
"I love you," she smiled small, leaning into him.
"I love you more."
"Dadadadadada," came Teddys voice from the door, making everyone turn to look.
Noah was behind him as the little boy pulled himself up on his two feet, using the wall for help.
"Hi buddy," El laughed. "You gonna walk?"
"Not if these two keep picking them up," Sam laughed, handing over Joey's bottle to Elliot as Eli passed EJ to Emma so he could set the table up.
"We don't pick him up that much," Emma defended them as Noah lifted up Teddy before she finished her sentence.
They all laughed, and El settled in his chair with Joey, taking a minute to scrutinize his curly haired son.
"Where's mom?" Noah asked, slightly nervously, as his big siblings snickered.
"Uh huh. I knew you looked guilty," Elliot said with a huff. "What'd you do, kid?"
"Welllllll," Noah drawled cautiously. "I may have accidentally taught Teddy something."
"Accidentally," Emma repeated in air quotes.
"Accidentally for three hours last night?" Sam asked.
"While he slept!" Eli added.
"Accidentally!" Noah confirmed with a nod. "It was an accident and now Teddy knows a new word."
"And what new word does Teddy know," Liv asked, emerging from their bedroom, almost dressed for the day and sporting just a camisole for the time being, her bump resting under her crossed arms.
Teddy gasped when he saw her, throwing himself forward in Noah's arms, so much so that Noah had to set him down.
The little one began a quick power crawl to his mommy, driven by giggles and a repeated chorus of "mama."
When Liv finally picked him up, she smiled and kissed his face repeatedly. "Hi sweet boy. I missed you too!" She laughed. "Now what did that crazy big brother teach you?"
"Mama," Teddy smiled, squeezing her cheeks with his little hands. "Bubbeeeee," he grinned crinkling his nose and looking down.
Liv froze, looking between her almost 11 month old and her almost 11 year old that was creeping sideways into his room.
"Noah Porter Benson Stabler," Liv said in defeat as the room finally lose their resolve and began to laugh loudly.
"Sorry?" He asked, cheesing nervously and shrugging his shoulders.