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"Noah okay?" Emma asked her dad as they walked down the steps.
"He's alright," El nodded slowly. "Why? He say something?"
"Not outright… more of a… I just know him."
El stopped walking when they got to the bottom of their steps and gently pulled his daughter to sit beside him.
"You're projecting," he said, earning an eye roll from her.
"No," she insisted, crossing her arms.
"Yes…" he chuckled. "Talk to me?"
She groaned very softly. "Daddy… 's'girl stuff."
"Girl stuff or boy stuff?" He asked, trying desperately to hide his smile while his eyes closed to a mischievous squint.
Emma returned his patented look with a small blush, and the pair engaged in a squinted, staring contest that Elliot ended up winning.
"I miss you, daddy," Emma said finally once her soft laughter broke.
His eyes opened wide, filling with concern as he looked at his baby girl. Guilt overtook him and he reached to hold her hand.
"I'm right here, Emma… always."
"I know… I know…"
He watched as she squeezed her eyes shut but looked up to the sky anyways; listened to her whisper that made her sweet voice deeper and her breath that stuttered.
She was her mother in every way, and he wondered then, just briefly, if Finley would be the same.
And then it hit him, like the weight of a ton of bricks, straight to his heart, and he looked back to his girl.
"Emma… I'm right here. I'm here, now. I've been here since I found out about you when you were just nine, and I'll be here until my very last breath. Nothing will change that."
"Not even another girl," she asked softly, face going crimson from embarrassment.
Elliot's hand flew to her chin, raising it up so that he could look into her sparkling blue eyes that held all of the love and concern for others that her mother's did.
"Your new baby sister isn't gonna change a damn thing about how I feel about you, Emma Bee."
She held his eye contact briefly again before the few tears that were threatening to spill finally did.
"I love you baby, girl," he whispered, pulling her into his chest and wrapping his arms around her tightly.
"I love you, too, daddy," she muffled into his chest, letting a small sob escape.
"Hey… don't cry, okay?" He whispered, rubbing her back comfortingly and leaning in to kiss her cheek.
"Sorry," she whispered with an embarrassed laugh, pulling back to look at him and wiping her eyes with the heel of her hand.
"Don't be… What else is going on?" He asked, taking both of her hands in his.
"I… dance and Jake and," she sighed, shaking her head. "It's just been a lot… change is hard."
"Change is hard… but, hey… how about we do this? You take your girls night with your sisters and tomorrow, you and I will spend the day together while mom's at work? Get some advice from them and then if you feel like sharing with me, great, and if not? 'S'okay, too."
Emma broke out into a smile, several more tears dropping. "That… that would be really, really great, daddy."
"Okay," he smiled small, leaning to kiss her head. "I love you."
"I love you, too, dad."
He smiled and gently rubbed her arm. "C'mon. Let's drop your bag off and see if the girls want pizza. Maybe you can walk with me to get it?"
"Sounds really good, dad," she grinned and nodded quickly.
A small gasp echoed through the ground floor apartment when Emma and Elliot walked through the door.
"Hey dad," Sam said casually, "incoming."
Joey was crawling towards him so quickly and full of giggles that he didn't have time to process what his bonus daughter had just referred to him as.
Emma did, however, and simply grinned, setting her bag down and skipping to hug Liz and a now embarrassed Sam while El scooped up Joey.
"Thank goodness your brother is mellow cause you're crazy, baby girl," he said with a laugh, smothering her face in kisses.
"Eli and I would be even more exhausted than we already are," Sam chuckled softly, hoping for a recovery as she made her way over to hug him.
"Don't worry 'bout it," he whispered, "it's an honor," he nodded, kissing her head.
"Thank you," she whispered, nodding quickly.
"I'm just dropping off my stuff cause I'm gonna walk with dad to get pizza," Emma explained, setting her bag on the kitchen table.
"Hawaiian," Lizzie called from the couch, waving at her dad.
"Maybe you're the adopted one, not Noah," Emma cracked, making her sister laugh.
"Probably, I am the black sheep."
"Oh hush," El laughed, waving her off as she laughed harder. "Alright. Go see mommy while me and Emma get dinner," he smiled, passing Joey to her momma before opening the door for his girl.
Upstairs, Katie was pacing back and forth, texting Liv.
K: I want this girl out
K: I feel miserable
L: I'm so sorry honey!
K: It's okay… just god damn lol
K: Everything hurts and is swollen
K: And I can't get comfortable to do anything and that's all I want.
L: Lol I feel that!
L: Try shower or bath
L: Or knees with pillows supporting you!
K: Didn't even think of that!
L: Baby number 3, remember- I know all the tips and tricks haha!
K: Life saver
K: What are you doing tonight?
Liv replied with a picture of all the boys snuggled in bed with her watching a movie.
L: Daddy is getting us pizza and Emma is with the girls
K: Talking about dance and Jake I'd assume
L: That's the plan
L: Worried
K: Don't be worried
L: Eli is reading over my shoulder
K: Lol hi Eli
L: He's doing it discreetly so Noah doesn't notice. He's obsessed with Jake
K: Oh I know. If Emma breaks up with him they can still be friends though
L: We all know that, but Noah is way too loyal
K: Maybe just has to be a conversation from her
L: Probably.
L: Honestly I just need to get this dance situation figured out. I'm not liking this new coach.
K: There's two isn't there?
L: Mhm. Both Madame Blanchet's granddaughters
K: Wait, I thought one a boy?
Liv felt Eli tense beside her and her eyes widened slightly.
L: What?
K: I thought I heard Noah saying one was a boy.
"Noah," Eli said, sitting up. "Who are your new dance coaches again?"
"Madame Blanchet's grandkids," he said, focus on the movie.
"I know… what are their names."
"Jules and Chloe."
"They both girls?"
"What? No Jules is a boy, why?" He asked, finally looking at him.
"Does he work with the boys or the girls?"
"Both," he shrugged, zoning out again and playing with EJ's curls.
Liv and Eli went back to their texting.
L: You're right. I wish she'd told us
K: That's weird she didn't
K: Weird Madame didn't.
L: Yeah I don't love that
K: Dads gonna flip
L: Probably. I'll have Lizzie report back tomorrow
K: Good idea. Or just make E be our informant
L: He already is lol
K: Beau is just getting home. I'll text you later. Love you guys
L: Love you too baby girl
Liv set her phone down and sighed, resting her hand on her belly.
"It'll be okay, mom," Eli whispered with a nod. "Emma is smart."
"'S'not Emma I'm worried about with a situation like that."
"Okay so talk to us," Liz said, armed crossed and brows raised.
"Basically our new dance coaches have just been a lot… I mean they're really nice when they're not instructing but just a lot. And I'm feeling overwhelmed with so much freaking testosterone at the house and now Jules is there at dance instructing the girls-"
"Wait is Jules a boy?" Sam asked, sitting forward.
"Yeah… he's 17 and grew up in France but his parents sent him and his sister over to the states for their gap year or whatever and they're going to NYU. Well, Chloe is at NYU," she shrugged.
"How old is she?" Liz asked, setting her pizza down.
"19 I think? I like her way better. He's just like… he gives me the creeps."
"Why does he give you the creeps? Has he done something to you??"
"No, definitely not. Mom raised me," she laughed. "Trust me, I'd kill him," she deadpanned, earning a laugh from the girls before continuing.
"He just bugs me… there's something about him. He and Hannah are weirdly obsessed with one a other and I tried to tell her that I thought it was weird and she basically told me I was over reacting cause of mom's job."
"What do you mean obsessed? She's 14?" Liz said, crossing her arms.
"Literallly," Emma groaned. "Not even! She's 14 next month."
"Did you tell mom and dad?" Sam asked.
"No… I was gonna tell daddy tomorrow, we're gonna have a daddy daughter day."
"That's really good, Em," Liz smiled, rubbing her arm.
"Yeah… I know I should tell mom but I don't wanna stress her out. I'm sooo worried," she sighed.
"Don't be worried," Sam said, moving to sit beside her. "Your mom is a badass… she can handle a lot and even if Finley came tomorrow they'd be okay. She's far enough along."
"I know," Emma sighed, pulling her legs to her chest and looking over to Joey who was crawling around and looking for her brother.
"I would say, to start, talk with daddy. Maybe he can tell mom. Hey, maybe you can talk to Madame Blanchet, too?"
"Oh no… she's obsessed with her grandson. She won't listen. I still am enjoying it, I just… I just use dance as an escape and it's felt harder recently."
"I'm sorry," Liz frowned.
She shrugged. "Noah's loving it, but he also doesn't love Jules."
"Well the two of you have mom's instincts," Sam shrugged, getting up to finally pick up her daughter. "He's upstairs with Papa and Cap," she chuckled.
Her phone rang then with Eli's face, and she laughed, answering it.
"Is someone missing his sissy?"
"Yes," Eli laughed. "I'm gonna come get her."
"They're so dramatic," Liz called and Emma laughed.
"Hey," Eli said, shooting a smile that grew by five when his baby girl quickly crawled towards him.
"Hey," the girls called.
He made his way over to sit beside Emma for a minute, giving her a look.
"Male dance instructor?"
"Noah," she groaned playfully.
"We're handling it," Sam said, placing a hand on his arm. "At ease, Stabler."
He relaxed almost immediately, melting into her touch while Liz and Emma laughed and shook their heads.
"Elliot and Olivia 2.0," Liz teased, dodging the pillow he tossed at her before he stood, kissed Sam, waved his sisters off, and left with his baby girl.
Later that night, once the kids had all dispersed and went to bed, Liv was lounging in the bath while El worked to loosen a sleeping Teddy's grip on him.
Her eyes were closed and her hair was pulled into a bun on the top of her head. She was trailing a hair over her belly while their baby girl kicked and her breasts floated on the surface of the water.
"Hi," El said softly, making his way in to see her once he finally succeeded in his feat.
"Hi daddy," she hummed, extending her arm out past the edge of the bath to hold his hand.
He took a seat beside the basin, taking her hand and pressing his lips to the back of it.
"Sure you have to work tomorrow?"
"Mhm," she nodded, gently tugging at his arm so that his hand fell to the underside of her bump. "Hear you've got a date with another lady."
"I do… she looks remarkably like you, though, just but with blue eyes and blonde hair."
"She sounds gorgeous."
"She is… inside and out… sometimes I can't believe she's mine."
"Believe it," Liv smiled, finally rolling her head towards him and opening her tired eyes. "I'm glad you're doing that with her."
"I didn't realize how much she missed me… I have to remind myself that my relationship with her is different from the girls in that they had me for longer and were sick of me so much sooner."
"None of your girls are sick of you," she chuckled.
"Not now… but as teenagers?"
"Well… you are a little overbearing?"
"You're speaking present tense," he scolded playfully, making her face scrunch in a laugh.
"Yes… I guess I am."
"You have a nice night with your boys?"
"Always," she smiled.
"Heard about the male dance instructor. Don't love that."
"Yeah… yeah me either. According to my sources, Emma is gonna talk with you about it tomorrow. Nothing to do with her, but I think he's really obsessed with Hannah."
"So help me God if our sons ever behave that way," he said, shaking his head with a sigh.
"I know… I'm gonna have Fin do some digging tomorrow."
"Already texted him," El said, resting his free arm on the edge of the tub and settling his chin on top of it.
"I know," she laughed. "He asked me for permission."
Elliot buried his face in the crook of his arm as laughter overtook his body.
"You guys suck," he grumbled finally and she smiled.
"We're just very good at keeping you in line."
"Someone's got to I guess," he deadpanned, letting his hand that was caressing her bump to drop below the water and land at the dark curls just below it.
"Can you help me shave tonight?" She asked, moving her hand to cup his cheek.
"I'd literally do anything for you, Olivia."
She laughed softly, pursing her lips for a kiss which he gladly sat up to give her.
She was sufficiently worked up after he helped her shave, and her desire only grew when he took out the lotion and began massaging her legs and feet.
"Fuck," she whispered softly, rolling her head into the pillow in an attempt to silence herself.
"That feel good?" He asked, bending her at the knee and flattening her foot to his chest.
"Yes," she whimpered, her chocolate eyes now almost black from arousal and desire. "Fuck yes…"
"Tell me what you need," he instructed, reaching forward to pull the ties loose from her robe, letting her tits bounce free and pucker in the cool air of their room.
"Keep doing that… higher," she instructed, and he nodded, expertly moving his hands up her calf to her thigh.
"Fuck… there…"
"Yeah?" He asked, his breathing picking up as she pushed gently into his chest.
He was hard, straining against his underwear as his eyes marveled the way she was spread out below him.
"Yeah," she husked, raising her other foot as best she could to land onto his cock.
His grunt at the sudden pressure from her foot was in time with the pressure he'd applied to a sensitive spot just above her knee, and she writhed in response.
"What do you need?" He growled in her direction, running his hands back up the smooth skin of her leg to the foot on his chest and continuing the massage there.
"This baby out of me," she laughed softly between her stuttered pants.
"That I can do right now," he corrected, begrudgingly pulling her foot away from his leaking member and spreading her legs wide.
"Fuck," she hissed when the cool air of the fan hit her glistening, swollen, and freshly shaven core.
"You're so fucking pretty," he muttered, scanning every stretch mark and scar that graced her perfect body. "So fucking pretty."
She whined at his words, grabbing helplessly at his hand in effort to get it to touch her where she was so desperate.
"Every inch of you," he continued, giving into her demands and running two thick fingers down the length of her slit.
His voice was like honey and she was putty in his hands, her still thin frame, aside from her belly, moving pliably until he had her positioned where he wanted her; on her knees with her ass as high in the air as it could go.
They'd gotten kinkier during this pregnancy.
She was horny all the time, but the size of her belly and the toll the third pregnancy had taken on her 54 year old body made fucking more difficult.
So she surprised him; with toys he could use on her in positions she was most comfortable; with several variations of cock rings and blind folds for them both; with his new favorite part of their sex life that was staring at him from her puckered and stretched hole.
The plugs were the ultimate surprise.
Five, shiny toys, wrapped neatly in an unsuspecting case.
He about came when he opened the box.
"Bigger," came her muffled request from the pillow she had her head and arms rested on.
"Bigger… can you take bigger?"
"Please," she whimpered, rocking back against his fingers that had been teasing her hole while he'd been lost in thought.
"Okay," he acquiesced, climbing off the bed to rid himself of his underwear and gather the supplies she'd requested.
His head cocked to the side when he heard the buzz of her vibrator fill the room when he wasn't looking.
"Where'd you have that hidden?" He asked, turning to face her with the items in hand and his manhood at full mast.
"P-pillow," she stuttered, and he smirked lightly before returning to his spot behind her.
"Dirty girl," he mumbled to himself, easing the plug from her as she cried out sharply into the pillow and taking a minute to survey the stretch it'd given her.
"You're sure?" He asked her, smiling at the hiss he earned from her after squeezing the cool lubricant down her ass crack.
"Yes," she begged, hips gyrating against the pillows supporting them and into the vibrator.
He didn't answer, simply took the next biggest sizes plug and rubbed a generous amount of lubricant on it before sliding it carefully into her.
The combined sensation of her vibrator and the new, larger intrusion sent her into an orgasm that had her crying his name.
Catching her hips in one strong hand, he held her steady and upright as she writhed on her knees and gasped for air.
"Sh... the kids..."
"E-El..."
"Hold it there… till I tell you to let go," he instructed in a low and gravely voice.
"B-baby… baby…" she gasped, losing the battle and having to let go of the toy when the pressure and pleasure became too much.
He tsked softly, taking the now discarded toy and spreading her pussy lips with one large hand.
She was still quivering from her release so he eased himself in very slowly to a chorus of muffled but high-pitched "Elliot's".
"What's that baby? I can't hear you," he said, taunting her. When she muttered something again into the pillow, he grasped gently at her hair, pulling her upright.
"S-so… so fucking full," she gasped, a low and desperate moan escaping her when he pushed the vibrator back to her still throbbing clit.
"El… Elliot please…"
"Please what, Liv," he grunted, desperate to keep at a steady pace so he didn't cum prematurely.
"Please fuck… please fuck me hard!"
Gritting his teeth, he increased the speed and power of his hips until she was screaming into her pillow, her whole body shaking and shivering as another orgasm rocked her.
He quickly pulled away the pillows from under her hips, leaving just a crumpled up and easily washable blanket as her cries became more and more desperate.
"No…. I…Elliot… yes… yes baby yes… fuck," she squeaked helplessly, desperate to get away from the toy that kept her cumming until a warm gush seeped from between her thighs, soaking the blanket beneath her and quickly combining with the cum he was spilling deep into her.
She fell to the side with his help, coated in their combined juices and her own sweat; hair matted and eyes rolling shut as he instinctively moved to make her more comfortable, positioning her pillows how she liked and discarding the ruined blanket.
"You okay," he asked her gently, unable to help himself and sinking back into her when he curled up behind her.
Moaning softly, she rocked back against him as she began to drift off.
"Cum…" she whispered, finally.
"Using me as an induction method?" He asked softly against her cheek, pulling their comforter over them and rocking his hips in time with her's.
"Mhm," she whispered, nodding off as he filled her for a second time before they both fell to sleep.
He'd gotten up in the middle of the night to pee, clean himself and her off, and at least pull on his boxers.
Liv was up early the next morning, having woken tucked into his arms with his hand on her belly, much like it always was.
She got up just before her alarm, and showered, dressed, and got ready for work while Elliot pretended to be asleep.
"I know you're up," she said finally, coming in with an espresso in one hand and Teddy on her hip.
"Hi dada," the little one yawned with a whisper as El shot up in bed.
"Put him down," he warned, making her laugh and roll her eyes.
"He's fine," she promised, but set him on the bed anyways, smiling when he crawled up to his daddy. "Eli is gonna come over and grab him and Noah when you and Em are ready to go out," she nodded, already in Captain mode and rubbing her belly absentmindedly.
"Take it easy today?" He asked, still unsure of how he felt about her going in.
"I'm in the office all day, doing some interviews and catching up on some paperwork," she said, hands held up in surrender as she walked around to his side and leaned in to kiss him. "Do I look disgusting?"
He snorted, making Teddy giggle and her roll her eyes.
"You look unbelievable," he said, stretching up to kiss her. "You're glowing and look incredibly well-rested."
"Well… that's all to do with you, Mister," she winked.
"At your service, as always, Cap."
"I love you. Have fun with Emma today," she smiled, kissing him again and then leaning to hug Teddy. "And you be good for Eli!"
He smiled and kissed her cheek before getting comfy with El and waving. "Bye-bye mama," he squeaked with a smile.
"Bye-bye, boys," she laughed, waddling her way out of their bedroom.
El got the boys down to his son's, and he and Emma walked down towards some shops and restaurants by their place.
"Good talks with your sisters?" He asked, resting his hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah," she smiled small, leaning into him. "It was really nice."
"Anything you wanna share?" He asked, hint of smile in his voice.
"Let me guess… you already know?"
He laughed softly, opening the door for her when they stopped at their breakfast cafe.
"Can I get some coffee and then tell you?" She asked, giving him an Olivia Benson look.
"Sure baby," he smiled, following her in.
The pair ordered and sat at a table by the open window, enjoying the uncharacteristic August breeze.
He watched her, waiting until she took her first sip of coffee, before clearing his throat.
"Daddy," she sighed.
"That's my name, don't wear it out," he winked.
She sat back in her chair, explaining everything about Jules, how creepy she found him, and how she was worried about her friend; told him about Jake and how she was sad Eli would be leaving; how excited she was for a baby sister and how worried she was about Noah.
Elliot watched her, taking her in and listening to her talk, interjecting only when she asked him to. He promised he'd handle the Jules situation and made her promise that if anything happened with her that she'd tell him and Liv immediately.
He told her he'd support whatever she wanted to do with Jake, but that a break would probably be for the best, and reassured her that her brothers would be just fine- that Eli was an adult and Noah was best friends with his therapist.
By hour four they'd designed Finley's nursery and made a shopping plan with the idea to hide everything at Maureen's, and at hour five, they finally ordered lunch.
"Dad?" She asked when the waiter left after setting down their sandwiches.
"Yeah kiddo?" He asked, looking up.
"I... this was awesome. I really needed this," she said shyly.
Reaching across the table, he grasped her hand and smiled. "Me too, Emma... anytime, okay?"
"Okay," she nodded with a sweet smile.
"Alright... let's eat and then we've got some shopping to do," he winked, making her giggle.
"Quiet day," Fin said with a laugh as he entered Liv's office and handed her a decaf coffee.
"Seems too good to be true," she chuckled, "thank you," she nodded, taking it.
"Might be. How you feeling?"
"Good… better today, actually. Feel less insane now that I'm back here."
"You know that's bad if this place is less insane than your house!"
She tossed her head back in laughter and nodded. "Well… here I only have four kids, at home I have 8."
"Almost nine… plus the grandkids… and El."
"Oh El counted as all 8," she deadpanned, sending them both into a fit of laughter.
Once they'd caught their breathes, she sat forward again and nodded. "So… anything come back on that Jules kid?"
Fin had just opened his mouth to respond when her phone buzzed with Beau's face.
"Hang on," she said, holding a finger up to him. "Hi Beau, everything okay?"
He replied with a matter of fact statement, trying to remain cool, though the waver in his southern drawl suggested otherwise.
"Hey… uh... it's go time, Cap."
