So I got back from the beach on Sunday and sat at my computer desk to try and write some. It turns out that I had a baaad case of writer's block. Ugh. This is the best I could do. I apologize.

Anyway, I'm so proud of our music department. We won first place in everything, except for mixed choir. And we won overall for both band and choir. Everyone who went on the trip is still recovering. About 90 of us became sick. And 100 of us are waiting for the weekend so we can catch up on our sleep.

OH! How about last night's episode! "I like that shirt." Did anyone else notice that she said that while it was still unbuttoned. Maybe THAT'S why she liked it so much.

Okay, calming down.

But when Elliot's new partner said "No wonder your partner dumped you," I actually found myself yelling at the TV.

Poor Elliot. I want to go up and give him a big hug.

Anyways, I'm excited for the weekend. I'll be able to sit here and attempt to write something supergood.

But here you go.

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

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Olivia's body took over her mind. She reacted immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck and opening her mouth to deepen the kiss. She couldn't think straight while his strong arms were wrapped around her, and his lips were pressed against hers. She felt his hands run down her arms and to the bottom of her shirt. He tugged gently.

Suddenly her mind took over. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him away.

"What?" Elliot reached for her.

"No." Olivia swatted at his hand and reached down to adjust her shirt. "What the hell are you thinking, Stabler?"

"I'm thinking of you. And our daughter."

"And you expect me to just put everything that happened between us in the past?"

"Olivia-"

"No. I can't do that. You hurt me. And I know I need to do what's best for Mary." She turned away from him and spoke in a quiet tone. "Which means saying goodbye to you."

"What the hell did I do to deserve this?"

"You're such a hypocrite." She was whispering.

"What?"

"You heard me." She turned back to face him. "A hypocrite. You want me to put everything behind us, yet back when I was first pregnant, I wanted you to put everything behind us, and you didn't."

"Olivia." Elliot lowered his eyes. "I don't-"

"I'm not finished, Stabler." She took a long pause. "I know that what I did was wrong- not telling you what happened between us. But what you did was worse. You were afraid- afraid- to be there for your daughter's birth." Another pause. "As much as I'd like to pretend that nothing's happened between us, I can't do that. I can't lie to myself. To my daughter."

"I understand, Liv. I do. I really do." He walked to where she was standing and placed a hand on her cheek. "Can't we work something out?"

Olivia ignored his question and walked to the doorway of her room, watching Mary. She immediately felt Elliot's presence behind her, but ignored it.

"You regret it?" he asked.

"Regret what?" she replied.

"You know."

"Having sex?"

He raised an eyebrow at her blunt response. "Yea."

She turned to face him. "What the hell kind of question is that? How could I regret having a child with the man I lo-" she stopped and walked back into the kitchen.

"You what?"

She tried to avoid the subject of her choice of words. "How the hell could I regret having a child? Honestly."

"You see? You're not going to turn out like your mother."

"I'm scared, Elliot."

"Why?"

"I can't do this on my own."

"Olivia! Jesus Christ! You don't have to do this on your own! Don't you understand? I'm trying to be there for you. For our daughter. But how the hell can I do that if you don't let me?"

"I-" She was cut off by Mary's crying.

"I'll get her." Elliot left Olivia alone and went to get Mary.

Olivia rested her elbows on the countertop and put her head in her hands. When did things become such a mess? If they hadn't gotten drunk that one night, this never would have happened.

And Mary wouldn't be here.

Did that mean that she did regret everything?

How the hell can I even think something like that! Olivia knew she loved her daughter to no end.

Regret was out of the question. If they hadn't gotten drunk, Mary wouldn't be here. But they did get drunk, and Mary was here.

Everything happens for a reason, Liv. You guys had a child because it needed to happen. You needed some way of showing your love for one another.

Olivia walked to her bedroom doorway. Elliot was sitting on her bed, Mary in his arms. His back was turned to Olivia, so she watched them. Elliot was speaking softly.

"I'm trying, sweetie. I'm doing the best I can to get you the family you deserve. I screwed up my first marriage, and I can't imagine how my kids feel. I'm not going to wreck this for you, either." He sighed, running a finger over her soft face. "I'm going to do whatever it takes."

With that, Olivia walked back into the kitchen. She wanted a life with Elliot. She wanted it more than anything.

But things were just too complicated.

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A/N: Don't worry. They'll be back together before you know it. Hehehe.