Chapter 13

That same day, Olivia, Melinda, and Casey were out having lunch at an outside restaurant, where for the last half-hour, plus the cab ride over, Olivia had been trying unsuccessfully to get her best friends to see her side of things and not be so upset that she got married without them there. Finally, things were looking up when Olivia told them all about the engagement on the beach and the small, yet intimate wedding the next day. Both women were seemingly lost in the romance of it all. Especially Melinda who hadn't stopped staring at the ring since they arrived at the precinct.

"God, this is an absolutely beautiful ring!" Melinda said as she stared at it while holding Olivia's hand. "It's exquisite!"

"The man does have taste!" Casey added. "I just can't believe you got engaged and married, all on vacation, and we didn't know!"

"It was spur of the moment…I don't know how else to say it. You both know how important you are to me, and I know you couldn't be there but I want you both to be happy about this." Olivia said, tears in her voice as she wiped at her eyes.

Casey and Melinda looked at each other. Was she crying? They both realized at that moment how childish they were being. Olivia was their best friend and instead of celebrating her happiness…

"Liv…" Casey started, feeling terrible now at her and Melinda's reaction.

"You both know that I would have loved for you to be at our wedding, but it didn't happen that way, God, I don't even know why I'm crying," Olivia said, wiping her eyes with her napkin. "But you both know that I wouldn't have done this if we didn't love each other. I wouldn't have even accepted his proposal. It just felt right to get married when we did,"

"We're sorry. We all know that Peter's perfect for you. We're just upset that we weren't there for your moment," Melinda said wistfully. "but of course we're happy for you guys!" She threw her arms around Liv.

"We know Peter's a great guy," Casey said. "We knew the moment you told us that you were falling for him,"

"It felt so good to know that there were no doubts about how either of us felt for each other. I've never had that, with anyone. I'm so sorry that you guys weren't there, but I'm not sorry that we got married when we did. It was perfect."

Melinda and Casey continued looking at the pictures, smiling.

"Okay, we need to have a party!" Melinda said, taking Olivia by surprise.

"What? No!"

"Oh yes, we are definitely having a party! Casey said as she sent a text.

"No we're...who are you texting?"

Melinda and Olivia's phone alerted them to messages "Your husband." Melinda said as she smiled at Casey. Olivia saw that she and Melinda were cc'd in the email asking Peter for the email addresses of his friends so that she could contact them about the reception that Melinda and she were throwing.

"This is happening Olivia," Casey said.

"It's not," Olivia countered, sending a text of her own. Melinda and Casey got it and saw that it told Peter to ignore the previous text.

In the courtroom, Peter got yet another message, telling him to ignore Olivia's message instructing him to ignore them. The party was happening. He laughed to himself as he typed out a message, typing Olivia, I love you, babe! Before he hit the send button.

"And we have a go!" Melinda cheered as she and Casey read the message that included a shortlist of email addresses. Olivia was smiling, however, at the last line at the bottom, when she got another message and quickly started gathering her things when she read the short question in the text, Leaving court now, quickie in my office?

"Fine, you win," Olivia said to the ladies. She was already wet thinking about Peter's big... "now if you'll excuse me, I've gotta get some work done," and she stood up. "Call me later?"

…

Twenty minutes later in Peter's office, he and Olivia were buttoning their clothes, a glow to both their skins.

"Babe, why did you go along with Case and Mel?"

"And never hear the end of it?" He laughed. "No thanks."

"I take it your friends have been…"

"Hellions? Yes, they have. "Malcolm and Katelyn have resorted to addressing me as Mr. Stone."

"Ouch,"

"Ouch indeed. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if we had a reception," just then, there was a knock at his office door.

"I guess not. Besides, you're right, we'll never hear the end of it if we say no; or if you do. Apparently, they don't listen to me. Late lunch?" She asked as he shut the door after getting his food from the delivery guy.

"I'm swamped with work," He said as he unpacked the bag at his desk.

"Yet you make time for a bootie call?" She laughed, and kissed his ear. "your priorities are screwed up, mister.

"Hey, a guy's gotta eat!"

"Hopefully not that. It smells horrible!" She said with a hand to her nose as he opened the container.

"It's grilled chicken caesar salad," now he was convinced that he needed to sniff his food. "It's fine."

She came closer, and the overwhelming stench of anchovies and garlic hit her nose and stomach, making her gag.

"Liv?"

"It's the dressing…" she gagged again, but this time, she felt something coming up and ran to the bathroom.

"Honey, are you okay?" All he heard was a gush of vomit. "Shit!" He said as her phone rang. "Fin, I'm sorry, she'll call you right back...yes...yes. I gotta go!" he said hurriedly and ran to the bathroom.

Minutes later, she was sitting on the couch in his office, sipping a glass of water while he was on the coffee table in front of him

"...I told you, Baby, I'm okay."

"You don't look okay," he said as he took the water glass and sat it on the table behind him, then felt her forehead.

"Peter…"

"Don't 'Peter' me. Liv, you threw up. Several times. That plus the coffee this morning..."

"I'm sure it's just the menopause; a new symptom,"

"So maybe you should go to the doctor just to be sure."

"I will, as soon as my schedule opens up." She said as her phone rang,

"Oh God, uh Fin called when you were…I told him you'd call him back."

"Yeah Fin...no, I'm fine I just had a little mishap. What's up? ...yes...I'm about ten minutes from the precinct, so… yes, I will. Thanks, Fin." She said and placed her phone in her purse. "I've gotta go."

"Call your doctor!"

"I will," She said and kissed him on her way out the door, then stopped. "Thanks for taking care of me." And she left, closing the door behind her. Peter went to his desk and picked up his salad, suddenly deciding that he didn't want it and he hit his intercom.

"Hey, Lana, I've changed my mind about the salad, can you order me a burger?"

…

Two weeks later...

"What do you think about paint for the kitchen?" Olivia asked Peter. They had finally gotten her and Noah moved into their new home at Peter's after two weeks, and now it was just a matter of getting everything put away. She took an arm full of plates from one of the huge boxes that now filled the kitchen and began unwrapping them on the large island counter.

"...nothing too out there, maybe a soft grey, or a café au lait,"

"Well, it's yours now, so..." Peter relented as he unpacked the large box of kitchen appliances and placed the french coffee press on the counter. "Who would've thought that I'd come to love French pressed? But yeah, however you want, whatever you want." he put away an armload of cookbooks before he snuck up behind her, wrapping her in his arms and nuzzling her neck.

"Nice try, Mister," She smiled as she picked up another bunch of plates. "but you're not getting off that easily." She said and kissed him on the mouth then turned to the cabinet. "I want you to be invested in our decorating choices, after all, we both live here now."

"Did I tell you how hot you look?" he said, referring to the very short shorts she wore with a raglan t-shirt that read Missus. and no bra. That, plus her hair which was thrown up high in a sloppy ponytail...

She grinned, shaking her head. "Quite a few times since you came home today…but we have work to do, starting with getting these boxes unpacked."

He looked around at the room that was virtually filled with boxes and he sighed. They'd be at this forever, he thought to himself when spotted one that was clearly out of place. It said Bedroom on it, and they were obviously not in the bedroom. Though looking at her in those shorts, he wished they were. She wasn't wearing panties and he had been staring at her pussy print, and the crack of her ass for about an hour now!

"What on earth is in here? It says Bedroom, and it's heavy" He asked, looking at the size of the box.

She thought for a second, quickly realizing what it was "That shouldn't be-"

He nearly lost it when he opened up the box and saw a chest inside. He immediately knew what it was and was so excited as he opened it up, feeling his jeans get tighter. It was her toy box, and it was filled with all kinds of sex toys. From nipple clamps to separator bars to all kinds of dildos…

"...down here."

"Oh God yes!" He smiled. "...remember we used this our first night back?" He said, picking up a black dildo, about five inches long, thick, and it vibrated strongly.

Did she remember? She was getting wet just thinking about it. The dildo in her ass while he fucked her...

"...you know, Noah's not here for another…" he looked at his watch "three hours,"

And you were thinking…?" she asked, eyeing the dildo in his hand as he walked over to her in the kitchen.

"Oh, I was thinking we'd have a little fun, Captain Benson." She smiled at his reminder. She was made captain of her unit a week ago, and still, it didn't feel real!

"I love to hear you say that," she said as she began undressing him, starting with his t-shirt that matched hers, and said, Mister. "But, I think I like Mrs. Stone the best." They kissed and he lifted his arms so the shirt could come off, followed by his jeans getting undone.

"Yeah?" He said with a smile.

"Yeah..." she said as she took his ear between her teeth and began to suck on it before she gave it a playful bite.

He grabbed her by the hair and kissed her hard, shoving his tongue in her mouth, then made his way to her neck where he licked and sucked as he pulled her shirt up to expose her nipples to his eager fingertips. Stealing another kiss before he spun her around and onto the island counter where she was bent over, spread before him. He took his hard member in his hands and spit on it, stroking it several times. And while she revelled in the way her nipples grew harder from the cold of the marble countertop, she lost all train of thought when Peter pulled her shorts to the side and sank into her slowly. She bit her lip as each inch entered her, exhaling when she felt him all the way inside, his balls tickling her clit.

"Jesus, Peter!" she breathed out, smiling. God, she loved this feeling of being stuffed and wondered at that moment, if she would ever get over the size of him.

He pulled her back to his chest, still buried inside her, and kissed her neck as he pulled out to the tip and slammed back into her, sending her emitting a cry of ecstasy just as the doorbell suddenly rang. They froze, her breasts in his hands.

"Maybe they'll go away," he said as they kissed and he ground his hips into her, making her moan into his mouth. But when it rang again. They both sighed as he stopped moving.

"I'll get it," she groaned, rolling her eyes as he reluctantly pulled out and kissed her lips. She fixed her shirt, pulling it down, and readjusted her shorts. She left the kitchen as he adjusted himself in his jeans.

She got to the door and pushed her hair out of her face before she opened it. "Casey…" she said, surprised to see her there in the middle of the day.

"Hey, Captain. Are you bu-" Casey started as she walked in, then noticed Liv's flushed skin and nipples that were practically ripping their way out of her t-shirt. "Don't stab me!" She joked. Olivia just looked at her.

But what sealed it for Casey and had her fighting not to laugh was when Peter came through with the box of sex toys. She noticed that his shirt was inside out, the tag in front.

"Hey Case…" he said as he walked past, whistling.

"Honey, thanks for taking that box up," Olivia said, suddenly feeling queasy.

"Should I come back?"

"Don't be silly, you're already here," Olivia said as she glanced up at the stairs, watching as Peter went up and eventually disappeared from her sight. She was ridiculously horny. "So, what's up?"

"So... interrupted your fuc-"

"Don't..." Olivia near-pouted as she put a hand to her stomach. Nausea had come and hit her hard and she cursed it under her breath.

"This place is amazing!" Casey said as she looked around in awe.

"Case, you've been here before,"

"Not as your best friend who's free to look around now. How many bedrooms?"

"Three; well three plus the master. You still haven't told me…"

"...why I'm here? Well, I've got good news and I thought you'd wanna hear it in person," Casey said. "We caught a case about three months ago and the guy that's accused has finally offered us something in return for a lighter sentence." She said as Peter came back down, his shirt on straight and his pants zipped. He was putting his wallet in his back pocket.

"Babe, I'm going out for coffee, you guys want anything?" He asked.

"I actually won't be here that long, but thanks," Casey said.

"None for me," Olivia said, "my stomach is suddenly upset."

"I'll be so happy when tomorrow comes and you go to the doctor, so we know what's wrong. Are you sure you don't need anything?"

"I'm sure,"

"Okay, I'll be right back." He said and kissed Olivia before he left.

"You're sick?" Casey asked Olivia when they were alone.

"Please, don't you start too. It's just menopause, it's affecting my taste and smell of certain things, and Peter's worried. Now, why is what you were saying good news for me?"

"Horniness makes you grumpy. It's good news for you because the guy's offering information on a rapist you guys haven't caught, the one that's been raping old women?"

"My God! We've been on him for six months. Your guy, is he telling the truth?"

"We've already looked into it and we have everything we need. All you have to do is pick him up." Liv quickly went and picked up her phone, dialing Fin.

"I owe you one!" She said, smiling as she put the phone to her ear.

"Yeah, yeah," she smiled as she looked at her phone. "I gotta go, but call me later," and she walked out the door.

Olivia, while talking to Fin, went back to what she had been doing in the kitchen.

"Yes, and please, keep me posted, Fin." She said, and tossed her phone on the counter then picked up the wine glasses that she'd just unwrapped.

She turned around to put them in the cabinet when she suddenly got dizzy and almost fell, but she caught herself by holding on to the counter before she collapsed onto it. Unfortunately, the glasses she had been about to put up had fallen and broken all over the countertop, including the one that hit her forehead and left a bleeding cut. As she regained her composure, she picked up her right hand to see blood; there were a couple of small cuts, but she looked at the mess of glass fragments on the counter and there was still a lot of blood that was spilling from...she braced herself and lifted her left forearm to see a large, three-inch gash there, with shards sticking out and blood pouring.

She didn't panic despite the amount of blood. But the shock was starting to wear off and now it hurt like hell as she held her arm over the sink and several shards of glass fell from it. She was so focused on the bleeding, she didn't notice the minute pain in her wrist. In tears, and taking a deep breath, she grabbed a dish towel and loosely wrapped her arm, the towel quickly filling with blood, then grabbed her phone and started to dial when she heard the door open and shut.

"Peter..."

"I got you a green tea, I hear it's great for nausea…"

She rounded the corner from the kitchen with a towel wrapped on her bloodied forearm, trying hard not to cry. Peter put the tea and coffee down where he stood and ran over to her, taking her arm gently in his hands. He was scared to death.

"What happened?!"

"I don't know, I got dizzy; we need to go to the hospital..."

"It's okay," he said as he opened the towel and looked inside- he wished he hadn't. Her arm looked like raw, torn meat and he struggled to keep from vomiting as he closed the towel. "Can you walk?" He asked. What, of course, she can walk. She walked in here, stupid ass! "Nevermind, we're five minutes from Morningside!"

…

At the ER…

"...there's broken glass, and blood everywhere… no, no don't worry about it, I'll clean it up when I get there..."

Peter had thankfully gotten hold of Casey and after filling her in and asking her to pick Noah up, she volunteered to take him for the night.

"I'll just grab him a change of clothes, you guys can pick him up tomorrow. How's Liv doing?"

"She's a lot stronger than I would've been, that's for sure. How she didn't break down crying…"

"She's been through it so bad, it'd take a lot more than this to undo her."

"She's my Wonder Woman," Peter said, thinking about the night, two months ago when she told him about Lewis. "Anyway, thank you for doing this. We'll call when we can."

Back in Olivia's room...

"So how exactly did you cut your arm?"

"I was unpacking dishes in the kitchen, and I went to put wine glasses in the cabinet. I got dizzy… I'm going through menopause and... Anyway, I lost my balance and almost went down with the glasses. One of them hit my head as it fell, and I crashed into the counter where there was a lot of broken glass,"

"Where was your husband?"

"Out,"

"So he wasn't there when it happened?"

"No, he'd gone to the coffee shop, but luckily, he came in the door right as- are you insinuating…?"

"We have to ask."

"Fair enough."

"...so you feel safe returning home?"

"Absolutely. Dr. Connelly, I am one hundred percent safe and so is my son. Peter would never put either of us in danger. He's not built that way."

"Listen, I understand that abuse isn't exactly a comfortable thing to discuss, believe me, I've seen some of the worst there is. But I'd rather risk offending you than miss a chance to provide you with the help you need. Please, I hope there are no hard feelings."

"I'm a cop, I work special victims, and I know you're just doing your job. I think I would have been upset if you hadn't asked."

"That means a lot. If more people understood… anyway, you are a very good patient. Hardly any tears." He smiled.

"I've had more than my share of bumps and bruises on the job," she laughed.

"I'll get your discharge papers and put in a script for painkillers. That cut is gonna hurt when the lidocaine wears off."

"Doctor…" another nurse came over and handed him the tablet with Olivia's lab results on it.

"Thank you, Tabitha."

"I am never gonna live this down at work. I can hear my squad now…"

"I'm sure they'll go easy,"

"You don't know my squad." Olivia smiled, making Dr. Connelly laugh as he read the lab report.

"you said that you're going through menopause?"

"Yes, for well over a year now."

"Your labs just came back,"

"Okay…"

"Well, according to the blood test, you're pregnant!"

"I'm sorry," she laughed. "I think this accident shook me more than I realized. It sounded like you said I'm pregnant." And she continued to laugh.

"That's exactly what I said. You are pregnant!"

She sat there, almost as if she didn't hear him. "I-" she started, but again was silenced by her utter shock. I'm pregnant?

"Olivia…" Dr. Connelly called to her softly, but she didn't answer, only tears suddenly flooding her eyes, and running down her face as she tried to process the news.

"Are you sure?" It was all she could think, or communicate.

"Pretty sure. The lab doesn't make mistakes of this nature. According to your HCG levels, you're probably about four or five weeks."

Pregnant. You're pregnant. Olivia… "I didn't think I could, I…" her breathing came hard.

"I take it you weren't being careful?"

"What? No, I've only been having periods every three months…" she ran her hand over her stomach as she cried joyously. "I'm pregnant? ...a baby!"

"You need to follow up with your doctor, but-"

"I have an appointment tomorrow… I thought my menopause symptoms were getting worse but this explains everything; nausea, the dizziness…why I'm here, getting stitches. My God, I'm pregnant!" She smiled through her tears.

...

"...thanks Casey. We'll see you tomorrow," Olivia said before she hung up and Peter came in from the kitchen.

"...officially spotless. Now, how about I make you something to eat?" He asked as Olivia was going upstairs. He quickly went and caught up with her.

"Later, I think right now, I just wanna get out of these clothes and take a hot bath." She said as they got in the bedroom and she began to take off her bloodied shirt.

"You need help with that?"

"I got it. She said as she stripped it off and did the same with her shorts. He wondered if there would ever come a time where he wasn't turned on by her, and willed his penis to stay down as he slipped her silk robe into her shoulders.

"I'll go run it,"

"I can do that, you know." She said as she got her arms into the robe and went to tie it.

"I know," he kissed her shoulder. "I'll be right back." And he went towards the bathroom as Olivia's hand absently went to her stomach.

"not too hot…"

He turned and came back, "I don't think I've seen you take a non-boiling bath since...ever,"

It was good that she knew how to think fast. "That's because you've never seen me with my arm split open."

"Good point." He said and went into the bathroom while she picked up the clothes she just took off and carried them downstairs. She went straight into the laundry room where she put the clothes in the washer and turned it on.

She leaned against the machine as she again touched her stomach. Only, this time she let her hands linger as she took a moment, her first since she sat there bawling in the ER at the news of her pregnancy.

She wondered about exactly when they'd conceived.

"...according to your HCG levels, you're about four or five weeks."

Four or five weeks. Her baby was already four or five weeks old. She still couldn't believe it. Her, pregnant? It felt like a dream, but she still wasn't sure if the dream was good or bad. She'd wanted to have a baby practically her whole life, but over time it became apparent that it wasn't to be the case.

Eventually, she had been blessed with Noah along the way, so she didn't miss the fact that she'd never carried a child. Still, when she thought about Peter, she wondered if maybe he had gotten used to the idea that it would just be them for another year or two. Right now, regardless, she was dying to tell him, but she wondered if she should wait until she saw her doctor tomorrow. What if she said that something was wrong? She'd much rather suffer that pain alone than to get Peter's hopes up and then shattered.

Later, after finishing her bath, and still in her bathrobe, Olivia walked downstairs to find all of the boxes unpacked with their contents put away; there wasn't one in sight. Smiling, she went into the kitchen to find Peter wiping down the counters; the kitchen was box-free as well.

"You put everything away? She asked, walking over to him and putting her arms around his waist before she continued to the refrigerator to grab the milk.

"Well, I figured since I didn't know what you'd like for dinner, I'd be useful another way and get the unpacking done," he kissed her lips. "How was your bath?"

Getting a bowl and spoon, "So relaxing, but I'm literally starving! You got all of this done in an hour?"

"I did, aren't I a great husband?"

"The best," she said, kissing him as she grabbed a box of cereal from the pantry and began pouring it.

"...are you eating cereal? Lucky Charms?!" He asked with a surprised look on his face as Olivia poured it into her bowl; he had never seen her eat cereal that wasn't crap like grape nuts or cheerios; the unsweetened kind.

Olivia got a kick out of the way he asked, like he was so shocked, "Yes I am," she said, laughing as she put the milk back into the refrigerator. "try not to act so surprised,"

"I am surprised, very surprised," he said, watching her standing there and gracefully eating her cereal as if it were the most decadent thing in existence. "How do you turn eating cereal into an art?"

"I want these same compliments thirty years into this thing," She said with her mouth full, as she picked up the bowl and began walking out of the kitchen as he followed. She went through the dining room and into the living room, looking at the large, empty space in the corner where the gigantic windows met.

"I can't believe it's gonna be here on Monday."

"Excited?"

"I am. I never had the heart or the head after she died to keep anything, but I'm glad that I never could sell her piano. She always played so beautifully. Even drunk, it's like the music just flowed through her fingers." she wiped her eyes and took another spoon of cereal.

"I love to hear you talk about your mom."

She smiled before she went across the room and sat down on the couch. "Who knows, maybe Noah will want to take up piano one day," she laughed uneasily.

"Maybe…"

She sat looking down and stirring her cereal, having already lost her taste for it after only five bites. "I have to get up early tomorrow; to see my doctor," she said as she sat the bowl down on the coffee table.

"And I'm so glad. You can finally get some relief from these symptoms. I don't wanna think about what could've happened if..."

"Don't. Baby, I'm alright."

He caressed her cheek, causing her to smile. "...and I'm so thankful!"

"Peter, be honest about something?"

"Always," He said promptly, but she knew he meant it, it was one of the things that made her love him so much.

"If I told you that I wanted to do this sooner; the whole kid thing, what would you say?"

"I'd ask, surrogate or adoption and when can we start the process?" He said as he kissed her fingers.

"We...already did," she said and got up to walk over to the windows again. Peter sat on the couch thinking about what she said but couldn't fathom what she meant. Finally, he walked over to her and asked for clarification.

"Liv, what does that mean? Have you started an adoption? I don't…"

"I don't know how…" she was crying. " but at the ER today, they ran my blood; it's standard, but um…"

He had an idea of what she was trying to say, but she couldn't be! Could she? Could they have…

"I wanted to wait to tell you after my doctor's appointment in the morning after she made sure that everything was okay, but I couldn't wait."

Now he was sure, and with urgency, and his eyes on the verge of tears, he just wanted to hear her say it! "Olivia, baby...are you…?"

"Four or five weeks...you're gonna be a daddy, Peter,"

"I'm gonna be a...Liv!" He dropped to his knees and threw his arms around her hips, while his head rested against her still flat tummy. "A baby… we're having a baby?"

She took a deep breath and exhaled through her tears as she looked down at him and held his face, tilting it to make him look at her.

"You're really happy?"

Tears slipped from his eyes but he didn't bother wiping them. "A few weeks ago, I swore I couldn't love you more than I did when we said 'I do' but I was wrong…" he started to talk to her stomach, "I love your mommy more than I ever thought was possible, and I love you so much!"

"I don't think it has ears yet," she laughed as she pulled him up to his feet. "Peter, what if the doctor-"

"She's gonna say that the pregnancy's fine, and our baby's healthy." And he pulled her into his embrace and held her tight.

…

TBC...