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Chapter Nine

"And there's your baby," Olivia's OB/GYN, Dr. Carhart, stated as she pointed the small fetus out on the monitor. She smiled at Olivia and Elliot. The two of them were holding hands and staring at the monitor in awe. "You're going to make great parents."

"Oh, he's not--" Olivia began. She glanced over at Elliot. His face was lit with a joy she had never seen on him. "He's not able to see it," Olivia quickly covered. "Could you point it out again?"

She knew her doctor needed to know that the baby was not Elliot's. She needed to know all of the details. She would know them eventually. This was not the moment. As the doctor pointed to the screen again, Olivia felt overcome with happiness. Her maternal side was showing through.

She was really having a child. She could see it. It was very small, but it was hers. Hers and Elliot's. She knew that Elliot was not the biological father, but he would be there for the child. He would love him or her in more ways than imaginable. The actual biological father would be in Rikers until the child was married and having its own children.

"Woah," Olivia said. She was still in awe. Awe and now a little fear of the future. But that was the future. She looked back at the monitor. Her child was on it.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Elliot asked her. He was seated behind Olivia with his arms around her shoulders in a hug. He kissed the back of her head.

"It is," Olivia said truthfully. Everything about the situation was perfect. At least, it was as close to perfect as it could be considering who fathered the child. She was with Elliot. Elliot loved her. She was having a baby that would be more likely to call Elliot its father than any other man. What more could she possibly want?

Olivia returned to work the next day. She was there for real. She was in control of her emotions, or at least as in control as she could be while being pregnant. She was actually relieved to be back. It had been almost two months since she was actively on the job. She would only get another five or six months before she would be too pregnant to do anything. Of course, between then and now, she would have to tell the rest of the squad.

But that day was still not today. She was not ready for people like Munch and Fin to be in her personal business. She sighed heavily as she walked into the squad room.

"She lives," Munch announced from his desk as he noticed Olivia. He moved away from the desk and walked closer to Olivia's. Casey was right behind him. Officially she was there for business, but she did want to welcome Olivia to her first real day back.

Olivia smiled at Munch as she looked around the room for a second. Munch was leaning against Elliot's desk and looking over at her. Casey was making her way over next to Elliot's desk. Elliot was seated at his desk, but as soon as he saw Olivia he stood up. Munch started to head for the abandoned seat, but he stopped when he saw Casey. He quickly pulled the chair out for her and motioned for her to sit. Casey complied.

"It's nice to have you back," Cragen said from his office door. "When you have time, I would like to have a word with you. Whenever you can."

Olivia eyed him curiously as he walked back into his office. She shrugged it off as she walked over towards her desk. She was greeted with a hug from Elliot. "It's really nice to have you back," he said.

"Fin was worried you'd want out after all of this," Munch added. "The current theory is that you'd be working undercover in vice."

Elliot pulled back and studied Olivia's figure. She was still not showing any signs of pregnancy. She still had her perfect curves. Her thin body. He smiled. "There's a thought. What would that look like?" he mused.

"Well, I'd imagine she'd wear skimpy, slinky clothes," Munch offered.

"Hot slinky clothes," Elliot corrected. "Maybe something in red. Skirts that cover nothing." He smiled. "Hey, you can go do that. It works for me."

"Can we please stop talking about me leaving you?" Olivia asked.

"Amen," Casey quickly added.

"That will never happen," Olivia assured the three of them. She stopped. Technically, it was true. She'd take maternity leave, but she would come back. She did not know when, but she would. That was probably what Cragen had to talk to her about. "Now I'm here to do work, so can we get some work done? Convict a rapist? Doing what we do best?"

"Of course," Elliot told her as Olivia sat down at her desk. Elliot slowly began walking back to his. Munch was glaring at him as he helped Casey out of Elliot's chair. He rolled his eyes slightly once Munch was turned away. Finally, he sat down and gazed across the two desks at Olivia. She was hard at work. Her head was down, and her hair was tucked back behind her ear. This was the way it was supposed to be.