A/N: Set place directly after chapters 1 of Changes & Graduation. Chapters 3 & 4 of changes pick up after this.
There were two occasions in which Elliot Stabler could be considered a heavy and sound sleeper.
The first being after a night of heavy drinking.
The second being during the several hours post cumming down his wife's throat.
The later was the reason that, at 9am on his first Father's Day as a dad to eight, he was barely coming back to the land of consciousness.
He'd woken up, just after their baby daughter's 5am bottle, to his wife's mouth around his soft cock, one hand massaging his balls, and the other forcing his legs apart to find the sweet spot just between them.
His hands flew to her head and his cock grew exponentially in record time as his hips thrusted on their own accord, not stopping until he'd been significantly teased and finally came.
By the time she knelt up from below the covers, he was already drifting off steadily, relaxed and reaching for her with that dopey, afterglow smile on his face.
And that's how he'd expected to wake up just an hour later, when Nate inevitably came barreling into their room to let them know that his baby sister was awake: with her in his arms.
Instead, he woke up a whopping three and a half hours later, to the uncharacteristic sound of the French doors to their patio slamming and a card on his chest where his wife's body had once been.
Smiling to himself, he yawned, stretched, and through sleepy eyes, tore open the card addressed to him from two of his girls.
Baby-
Happy Father's Day!! Thank you for all you do for our family, for being the best dad (and daddy - haha), and my best friend.
I love you more than you know!
Liv
He grinned bigger at the imprint of her lips on the card, laughing at the fact that she'd put on lipstick just for this, before his eyes traveled to the other side of the card.
Daddy,
Thank you for choosing me and going along with mommy's crazy! I'm so lucky! Happy First Father's Day with me!
Love,
Eloise
P.S. This gift is from me! Wear it to the kitchen!
El chuckled and wiped away his happy tears before reaching for the bag he now realized was sat beside him.
Sitting up, he pulled out the brand new Mets jersey that had "Daddy" and "8" on the back.
He climbed out of bed, tossed on his sweats and the jersey, and made his way out to the kitchen, surprised to find their living area empty of his family, though filled with cards and a few more gift bags.
His smiling approach to breakfast bar where the goodies sat was interrupted by a thud on the French door, followed by laughter.
Turning, he burst into laughter, too, upon finding his youngest boy pressed against the glass and waving, having been too excited to contain himself any longer.
His wife, mom, and the rest of his kids and grandkids were also outside, dressed in similar Mets gear as Nate begged for someone to open the door for him.
Eli did, and the little boy went sprinting into his dad's open arms, following by Noah.
"Happy Father's Day, daddy!" Noah beamed, pulling back and giving him a huge smile.
"Oh man thank you buddy! This is a great surprise!!!"
"Wait we have an even better one!" Eli said, following the younger boys inside. "Nate tell daddy what we taught you?"
The little boy looked unsure, but Noah gave him an encouraging nod and he smiled, looking up to his dad from under his too-big ball cap.
"Hapty Fafters Day Dada!!!!" He grinned.
"Oh my baby boy," El cried, pulling them both in tight and motioning for Eli to join.
"Elliot come outside before Dickie cries from being left out," Bernie called from her place on the porch swing, making everyone laugh again.
The four made their way outside and El enveloped his oldest son in a bear hug. "Happy Father's Day, son," he smiled.
"Learned from the best," Dickie grinned. "Happy Dad's Day, pops."
He hugged the girls and their husbands next, wishing them happy Father's Day before gasping when he saw Ellie's outfit from where she sat on the bench with Liv and Bernie.
Little miss was sporting a pink, jersey material Mets onesie with a huge matching bow.
"Oh my god," he laughed, lifting her and hugging her close to his chest. "You look so cute!!!!"
"I may have ordered that bow all by myself," Eli said, blushing.
"Oh my god it's perfect!!!" He laughed harder, kissing her cheek and making her squeal.
"So you've probably guessed it," Liv laughed, standing and wrapping her arms around his waist, smiling up at him when his free hand wrapped firmly around her, "buuuttttt…" she trailed off looking to Nate.
"Mets dada!!!!!" He said, jumping with a big grin.
"We're going to see the Mets?!" He asked, excitedly for his youngest boy, though he'd put the pieces together.
"Ya!!"
"Oh my, your first ball game and on Father's Day?! How awesome is that," he said, unhooking himself from Liv after a quick kiss and picking him up in his other arm.
"Ya!!! Eyyi too dada."
"Ellie's coming?" He asked, surprised and taking note of how hot it was already outside.
"Ah ah ah, we have a few more surprises for you, daddy, so let's go in and open them," Mo winked , ushering everyone in.
He set Nate down so he could run ahead, and lingered back with Liv a moment. "You bad girl… knew exactly what you were doing this morning," he said into her ear.
Biting her lip, she dropped her hand to his ass and gave it a quick squeeze. "Hmmm that was just part of the plan, daddy… your real gift?" She asked in a husky tone, suddenly dripping with arousal, "comes tonight."
"Oh mama," he moaned out softly.
"Dada opten!!" Nate smiled, handing him a dinosaur gift bag that was clearly from him.
"Hold on, hold on," he smiled, lifting him again and setting him on the counter.
"I have an announcement first," he said, feeling himself go a little red and getting emotional.
Liv watched him from across the kitchen, a proud smile etching across her face as she thought back to the conversation they'd had a few weeks prior.
"I'm gonna tell them on Father's Day dinner," he said, facing the sink as he dried the last pan.
"Oh? So you've decided fully? Then?" She asked, coming up beside him.
"Is that okay?" He whispered, unsure.
"Elliot you've more than earned this time with our babies," she said earnestly, gripping his forearm.
"Dickie called it a second chance when I talked to him earlier," he said, clearing the emotion from his throat.
"He's pretty smart… must get that from you."
"No he definitely gets that from his mothers," he laughed and she smiled, hugging his waist.
"I'm so proud of you Elliot."
"Thank you," he said, kissing her head.
"So? When does it start?"
"I'm pulling a Cragen and using up my vacation until the end of the year, then I'll retire."
"Nate is gonna have a heart attack from excitement, she said after a moment and with a laugh.
"Ain't that the truth," he grinned.
"And that announcement is that at the end of the year on officially retiring to be a stay at home dad," he smiled bigger once he saw his kids smiles.
"Buuuut," Liv continued for him, making her way back to his side and looking up to him over their daughter's massive bow.
"But," he smiled, "I have basically unlimited time off, so I'm pulling a Cragen, going back for a week in December, and then-"
"-we have a big party," Bernie nodded, proudly. "Excellent, Elliot!"
Everyone laughed and Noah bounced up and down, rushing to hug his dad as Nate gripped onto his side like a baby monkey.
The big kids shared their congratulations and gave him hugs before Nate excitedly handed him his gift again.
"Ohhhkay daddy open up your gift," Katie instructed, motioning to her youngest brother.
With a grin, he pulled out a new Mets hat had "dad" stitched on the side, as well or Nate's first ever Father's Day card he'd made at school.
The little one was basically holding his breath as he dad examined it before looking down with a massive smile. "Nathaniel John Benson-Stabler did you make this all by yourself???"
The card was poorly folded in half and had a mass of different color paints everywhere and a Polaroid picture of them stuck inside from their dad lunch earlier in the week.
He nodded quickly and smiled proudly as El passed Ellie to whoever was closest and lifted him up, hugging him tight. "Ohhhh this is so awesome! Thank you so much my boy!"
"Yike dada?" He asked, leaning back to double check that he did in fact love his card.
"Like it? I love it! Can you help me put it on the fridge? Or should I put it next to the bed?"
"Ummmmmmmm," he drawled out in intense thought. "Bed!"
"Bed it is," he smiled, kissing his nose.
"Alright dad this is from me and Noh," Eli said, handing him a bag and laughing when he pulled out a custom soccer jersey of their favorite team.
"Baseballs cool but you're wearing that tomorrow when we watch the championship!" Noah laughed and Eli sighed happily. "I've trained him well," he nodded, smiling when his dad pulled him in to a tight hug.
"I love you boys… thank you so much."
"Welcome dad." "Of course pops."
"And from us," Dickie smiled, handing him an envelope.
El opened it and laughed, smiling huge. "A box?! You kidding me? Guys this is way too much."
"It's not enough compared to all you do for all of us," Liz's husband said with a smile.
"Literally, doesn't even scratch the surface," Kathleen smiled.
"Thank you… guys this is so cool!!"
"We were between that and home plate seats, but figured you'd wanna celebrate with all of us," Carl laughed.
"This really was the boys plan," Liv smiled, "buuut I have one more thing that none of them know about," she winked.
Everyone looked to her as she handed them one final card for him to open, which is did before looking at her in disbelief.
"You serious??"
"What??" Dickie asked, moving to look over his shoulder. "Shut up!!!"
"Well?!" Mo said with a raised brow as Elliot read the note on official Mets stationary.
"Dear Sergeant Stabler,
I'm appreciation for your 40 years of combined service to our country and city, we invite you to throw out the first pitch at the Father's Day Mets Game with your family.
Our team bus will pick you and your family up at 10am for a brunch at our stadium before a meet and greet with our players.
Thank you for your sacrifices and we look forward to kicking off retirement with you!
Sincerely,
The New York Mets"
All of the boys were bouncing wildly around him, patting his head and shaking him as they cheered with excitement.
"How?!" Dickie finally cried, making Liv laugh.
"I know some people who owed me a favor," she winked. "Alright! Dad, get dressed and everyone else get your things together!" She smiled as they all sprung into action.
Liv went to change Ellie and Nate, and was finishing packing their backpacks when Elliot came in behind her and wrapped his arms tightly around her.
"I love you. I love you. I love you."
She grinned and looked back to him. "Think you love me now? Just wait till tonight," she winked.
The day was incredible.
Meeting the team, throwing a first pitch, and sitting in a luxury box were special and memorable for the man of the hour, but as he stood in the back of the box, nearing the end of the game, observing his kids interactions, Liv noticed him grow a little weepy.
Making her way back to him, she hugged him tightly and looked up.
"You're okay?" She asked.
"I just got to spend an entire, uninterrupted day with all eight of my kids, my kid in laws, the grandkids, and my wife. Olivia? This is the best damn day ever."
"Your oldest son kidnapping your youngest sons after this so we can have alone time might make it better," she winked. "Happy Father's Day, El."
"I love you, Olivia," he smiled big, leaning down to kiss her.
It was almost 9 when they walked through the door with Ellie in tow.
As promised, the boys had gone to Dickie's, so mom and dad were alone until an 8am soccer game the following morning.
"How about you put baby girl to bed so I can set up your final birthday surprise, huh?" Liv asked, once they'd walked through the door.
"Sounds amazing," he nodded, kissing her and heading in with the baby to put her down.
She was exhausted from the long day out, and was already drifting off to sleep as she cuddled against him.
"Alright… I love you baby girl and I'm so so thankful I get to be your daddy," she said, kissing her cheek and making her smile in her sleep.
He set her down and walked into his room, raising a brow when he found it empty and the bathroom door still shut.
"Baby?" He called, walking to his side of the bed and taking his hat off.
His head whipped towards the door when it opened and her words filled the space around him.
"Are you ready for me daddy?" She asked as she strutted from the bathroom, wearing an open jersey with matching pinstripe bra and panties and sky high royal blue heels.
Her make up was touched up and her hair was touched up and freshly tousled.
His jaw was open and he swore drool was pouring from his lips as his cock grew and he took time to appreciate every inch of her outfit.
"I asked you a question," she deadpanned, walking slowly towards him, one foot in front of another. "But it looks like only one head is listening to me," she said, gripping his bulge through his jeans.
"Liv," he moaned, grabbing her plump cheeks and drinking her in. "You had this on all day?"
Biting her lip, she nodded. "Hardest secret," she winked, squeezing him and moaning when he pushed her back on the bed.
"It's Father's Day," she reminded him.
"Uh huh," he waved her off, throwing his shirt over his head and losing his jeans and boxers before climbing between her legs, face first.
"You made me a father... again," he said, kissing her already wet core through her panties. "This is your day too," he smirked, moving his mouth to the crease of her thigh.
"El..." she breathed, relaxing back and allowing him to adjust her how he liked.
Her legs wrapped around his shoulders, stiletto heels digging into his back and making his body tingle in anticipation.
"Hell did you get this?" He muttered.
"The internet is incredible," she sighed, raising her arms above her head to elongate her body as he spread her legs and ran his tongue along her inner thighs. Slowly, teasingly.
"You're incredible," he muttered, looking up to her over her mound. "And as much as I want to see every last incredible inch of you? I don't want these off," he said, sneaking a finger beneath the fabric to test her readiness.
"Fine by me," she breathed, gasping when he pushed two fingers in to his second knuckle.
"Good," he muttered, removing his finger and inching up on his knees.
"Haven't even seen the best part yet," she said, looking up to him with lust filled eyes.
"Oh?"
Her eyes traveled over her shoulder, and she squealed when he quickly spun her around to her belly, pulling her arms behind her back and pulling her shirt off.
On the lace of her bra, to the left side, was a carefully stitched "8" in the same style font as the Mets Jersey numbers.
Unable to hide his grin, he rolled her back over and dragged a leg up over his shoulder, ghosting her ankle with his lips. "Why do I feel that shit eating grin has to do with something else huh?"
"You'll have to take off my bra to see that," she said.
"Maybe after this round then," he said, his hardened cock throbbing and begging to be inside of her.
"Take me, El," she begged, reaching down to grasp him and lead him towards her center.
Pulling the barrier of fabric to the side, he plunged into her, both groaning at the fullness of their connection.
She watched something change in his eyes when they opened an met her's, and as if reading his mind, she sat up in an arm and wrapped one around his neck, her leg slipping down and burying him deeper.
"I know," she whispered, capturing his lips and gasping when his arm circled her lower back and he began thrusting harder.
"Do it all over," he said into her mouth. "To put just one baby in your belly."
"I wouldn't... our babies," she grunted, squeezing around him, eyes rolling back.
"We'd keep them all in this fantasy," he teased lightly, laying them back and covering her body with the full weight of his own as her giggle escaped as a moan.
"You don't know how many times I pictured you... with a swollen belly and tits... I used to stroke my fucking cock up in the cribs to the thought... fuck, there was no better fantasy."
Nudging him lightly, she rolled them over, bouncing wildly above him, suddenly overcome with arousal.
"That case? You remember the one?" He asked, palming her thighs when she nodded.
"Wanted to take you so many times that case... fuck the truth into you that I always knew... that you'd be the best fucking mom..."
"Oh El," she whined softly, hands flying to her tits as they began to bounce free from her bra.
"That's it baby... take what you always deserved from me," he grunted, gripping her hips only to frown when she winced lightly.
Covering his hands with hers, she used their thumbs to slide her underwear down, just at her right hip, revealing a small and still plastic covered tattoo reading "E.J.S."
The speed at which they were still moving and the emotion that filled both of their faces sent them spinning over the edge with cries of each other's names.
Collapsing on top of him, breathless and satiated, she smiled small when he whispered softly into her ear.
"I love it... fuck I love it... thought you said bra, through?"
"That too," she whispered through a yawn as he unhooked her bra and let it fall open. Rolling to her side, she raised her arm up over her head, revealing another covered bandage with a tattoo of all the kids initials that matched his on his chest.
"Liv..." he whispered, tears filling his eyes.
"Happy Father's Day, Elliot."