Five Weeks Later…
Olivia groaned as she heard the blaring sound of Elliot's phone going off one early morning, having evaded sleep all night and just drifting off.
"Shit," he muttered as he reached for it on the nightstand, answering it immediately. "Stabler," he said, running a hand over his face. It was Munch, informing him he was needed - another girl had gone missing and not survived; this time found in a dumpster on the streets of NYC.
"What time is it?" she asked sleepily as she yawned.
"Too early for you to be awake. Go back to sleep." Elliot rubbed his face again, trying to get the sleep out of his eyes and feeling the stubble he'd be sporting that day.
"I never really fell asleep. Your daughter kept me up all night practicing karate on my ribs."
He smiled as he climbed out of the bed, the early morning sunlight drifting in through the blinds and illuminating the room in soft, golden wonder. "Munch and I caught a case. I'm going in early." He walked around the side of the bed and leaned down to kiss her forehead. "And you need to enjoy your day off. Go back to sleep."
"Don't forget my appointment this afternoon," she mumbled, shifting in the bed.
"I won't. I'll be there." He reached out and rubbed her belly. "I'll take a late lunch if I have to but I won't miss it. Now sleep, but call me if you need anything. I love you…both."
His dedication to his family and the job was one of the things she loved most about him. He'd made it a point to be at as many doctor's appointments as he could with her, but getting this close to the wire was gaining them special favors from Cragen. He was having to learn how to restructure his squad without the two of them anyways, to prepare for Olivia's maternity leave.
Elliot was met with a soft snore in response. He chuckled to himself before he turned to the dresser and grabbed a change of clothes before heading to the bathroom to get ready for his day.
Later that afternoon, the two of them walked hand in hand through Central Park, killing time after Olivia's appointment. Elliot rubbed a hand over his tired face, having worked nonstop all day until Cragen had dismissed him for the afternoon.
"I still have an hour before I need to be back," he said quietly, sipping the coffee they'd picked up at a cart at the edge of the park.
"Any leads on the case from this morning?" She asked, sipping her tea. She groaned, removing her hand from his and pressing it to her side. "Mollie, come on, work with me here."
"You've got to stretch and give her room to move," Elliot murmured absentmindedly.
"There's no more room to give!" She grimaced and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I"m sorry," she sighed, her aggravation getting the best of her. As wonderful as carrying their child was, she couldn't wait to have her body back.
"No, it's fine. I don't know what it's like." He stopped his strides, pulling her to face him. "If I could carry her, I would."
Olivia started laughing. "The idea of that is a great mental picture."
Elliot smiled and bent down so that he was eye-level with her stomach. "Mollie, I know you're comfy in there but Mommy is not so maybe…hurry it along and come on out. We can't wait to meet you."
She smiled watching him talk to their daughter, feeling the flurry of movement his voice always sparked. "Oh she'll come out soon if I have my way."
"I know." Elliot looked back up at her, straightening out in his stance. "I know that's exactly why you wanted this little walk," he added as he arched an eyebrow.
Olivia feigned shock. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Really? You left the tab open on the laptop. 'Ten ways to induce labor naturally' ring a bell?"
She smiled sheepishly. "Fine. You caught me. But can you blame me?"
"No." He cleared his throat. "If this doesn't work, we can try another way….from the comfort of our bed."
She playfully slapped his shoulder. "You are such a man."
"Hey, I haven't heard you complain yet."
Olivia laughed before stopping short, bracing herself on Elliot's arm.
"You okay?"
"Yeah she's just on my bladder." She crossed her legs and grimaced.
"When we said we needed you to move, that's not what we meant, baby girl," Elliot said, leaning down again.
"Keep talking to her."
He opened his mouth just as a runner barrelled into Olivia, knocking her into his arms. Their drinks fell to the ground, spilling tea and coffee all over the pavement.
"Watch it," Elliot growled as he steadied Olivia.
"Sorry," the runner said as he turned around and she heard Elliot inhale sharply. "Detective Stabler." Standing before them was none other than Jerry Craig. He gave Olivia the once-over again as he added, "Mrs. Stabler."
"Benson-Stabler," she corrected at the same time Elliot said, "Detective."
Olivia glanced at him before turning her focus back on Jerry.
"Again, my apologies," he said, turning on the charm. "I was distracted; I didn't see you there."
Elliot opened his mouth again but Olivia stopped him, pressing a hand to his chest. "We were just leaving."
"Watch where you're going," he said as he eyed the younger man in front of him.
"Will do." Jerry quickly saluted Elliot with a smirk on his face before jogging in place. "Until we meet again, Detective," he added before he took off again.
Elliot watched him run off into the distance, not letting go of Olivia. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"El, I'm fine. I'm not that fragile. Come on, let's go."
He leaned down and grabbed their now-empty drinks and tossed them into a nearby trashcan. "I want you to go home," he said, turning to her. "And let me know when you get there."
"Elliot…"
"I'm serious. I don't trust him."
"What? You think he's gonna follow us when he took off in the opposite direction?"
"Olivia, just…please. I worry about you. I just want the two of you safe."
"Fine. I will go straight home and text you when I get there."
"Thank you." He kissed her forehead. "I should be off by six tonight, unless we catch another case. Munch and Fin took over the one from this morning." They started walking back in the direction they came in comfortable silence, to their respective cars.
"See you at home." Olivia squeezed his hand before unlocking her car and climbing in.
"Bye." Elliot waved as he watched her drive away, headed in the direction of their apartment. He couldn't shake the nagging feeling deep in his bones that something was lurking on the horizon but he didn't know what. He shook his shoulders to shake off the feeling, watching as her car disappeared into the Manhattan traffic. He removed his own keys from his pocket and climbed into the squad car, heading towards the precinct.
True to her word, Olivia had texted Elliot as soon as she was safely back at home to ease his mind. She spent the afternoon relaxing as best she could before she got an idea she knew he would enjoy.
Elliot walked into the kitchen later that evening after being sent home right at six o'clock on the dot. He called out to Olivia as he turned to the fridge and opened it, grabbing a beer. He popped the cap off as he shut the refrigerator and took a long swig, letting the cold foam slide down the back of his throat. He turned back around to the counter and stopped in his tracks, the bottle sliding from his grip. It shattered against the tile floor but he paid it no attention; his eyes trained to remain on Olivia.
She stood in the doorway of their bedroom, smirking as she watched him, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted him.
"Hi," she said in a raspy tone. "You made a mess." Her eyes danced down towards the floor and back up to his.
"I'll clean it up later," Elliot said as he stepped around the mess and the counter. "What's this all about?" He motioned up and down at her.
Olivia looked down at her outfit and frowned. "You don't like it?" She asked, shifting the red chiffon covering her stomach so her belly peeked through.
"Love it," he growled as he closed in on her. "Love it more when it's off, though."
She laughed. "Thought we could try your idea." She turned back to the bedroom, knowing he'd follow.
Elliot all but ran after her, yanking his tie and shirt off as fast as he could. Olivia's hands found the waistband of his slacks and started making quick work of undoing the button and zipper.
"I want her out," she said. "Please." She looked at him with wide, doe-like eyes and who was he to deny her what she wanted?
He shimmied out of his pants before they climbed onto the bed. "Brace yourself against the headboard," he said, shifting her towards the headboard. He haphazardly moved their pillows around them; they'd gotten creative to accommodate her changing form.
His hands snaked up her heated flesh, bunching the chiffon up as he moved.
"Don't rip it, it was expensive and I like it," she said sternly.
Elliot laughed. "I won't. I'll leave it…for now." He looped an arm around her, pulling her closer to him and gripped her hip with his right hand.
"So beautiful," he whispered as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. He pressed his cock against her ass; she involuntarily moved her hips to grind against him, seeking the friction she so desperately wanted.
"Feel how hard you make me?" He whispered, lips trailing up towards her ear. "Every day. Seeing you carry our child-" His hands raked over her nipples; taut beneath their lacy restraints. "Watching you grow-" his hands smoothed over her bump. "So fucking sexy."
"El, cut the dirty talk, we're on a mission here," she whined, the throbbing in her core intensifying.
"Patience, baby." His words were a whisper on her skin; featherlight as he peppered kisses between her shoulder blades. "I'll get you where you need to go."
Elliot moved his arm and hand back to her belly and hip and adjusted himself; lining himself up to her entrance. He slowly plunged into her, eliciting a low moan from her lips that made him move faster.
"This what you wanted? To be fucked so hard you go into labor?"
"God, yes." Her head fell back onto his shoulder and she closed her eyes as he reached his hand around and started rubbing her clit. Her hips bucked immediately at his touch.
His fingers picked up their pace as his hips matched their tempo and he thrust into her. Her legs began to shake as he brought her to the edge, feeling her start to flutter around him.
"Let go," he said, his tone low. It was enough to break her; send her shattering over the edge as she screamed out his name.
"That's my girl," he said softly as she rode out her orgasm. Olivia rested her head against the headboard as he soothed her, rubbing circles on her heated flesh.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute." She regained her strength and turned around in his arms, shoving him down on the mattress before she straddled him. HIs hands sprawled her stomach, wanting to touch every inch of her that he could. He loved the view; belly under his fingertips, full breasts bouncing as she rode him, long chestnut locks flipped to the side and cascading like a waterfall around her face.
She reached for one of his hands and guided it up to her breast. He latched around her nipple, pinching and pulling, teasing and tugging.
"Liv, I'm gonna co-"
"Then come," she said simply, another roll of her hips speaking volumes.
Elliot grunted as he fell into his own release; spilling inside of her. He tugged at her nippled one last time before she joined him, biting her lip as her body quivered.
Using the last of her strength, she lifted herself up off him and fell back onto her side on the mattress beside him. The only sound in the room being their labored breathing, both completely spent.
"Give me your hand," she said a short while later. Her eyes were shut as she held her right hand up in the air, waiting for his.
He slid his into her palm and she brought it to her stomach, pressing in slightly, so that he could feel the kicks of rebellion inside her.
"We made that," he whispered, goosebumps prickling at her skin.
Olivia opened her eyes and glanced at him as she smiled. "We did."
"Even after four kids it doesn't get old." He sat up, propping himself up on his elbow. "I just can't wait to meet her. See who she looks like, whose personality she's like…" he trailed off, eyes glossing over. He shook his head. "Getting soft on you."
She chuckled as her eyes darted south. "Soft is not a word I'd use for you, Stabler," she said as she leaned in and kissed him. "Let's just hope your suggestion worked."