AN: I MADE ALEXS POV JUS TO GET OUT FROM LIVS THOUGHTS FOR A LITTLE. HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

D: LAW AND ORDER SVU AND ITS CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE.

CHAPTER 36. EUPHORIA

ALEXANDRA'S POV

I ask for the bill to the young man who attended us, while I observe the expression of absence on Liv's face. Is she going back to zombie mode? It really worries me a little but lately she has been doing that. Not present.

—Liv, where did you go?—I ask a little worried.

—What? ... I'm sorry I was... having a flashback.— sure she was.

—Do you want something else?— I ask observing the couple of dishes that are still in front of her, she shakes her head a little bit.

—No thanks.— she manages to answer me.

—You're welcome.— She looks down a bit ashamed again.

—Alex ... I have something to tell you.— She says without looking up yet. The tone in her voice is not that it is something terrible but if it is something insecure. Doubt begins to invade me when this woman says nothing more. So I decide to encourage her to continue.

—What's up Liv?— I lightly touch her arm to give her some confidence. She can tell me whatever she wants without fear and I really want to know.

—ahm...— She takes a breath before continuing, which makes me even more nervous. All these mystery is making my mind begin to generate its own conclusions. Is it that she just wants to tell me that she actually needs to eat something more? I wouldn't really mind it. No, this seems to be something more important ... talk already!

—I am pregnant.— I feel like my whole body is tense in reaction to the news. Did I hear correctly? Hasn't the test came out to be negative? She looks so sure of her words. Oh now I understand the amount of food and the vomiting ... and ... who is the father?! ... thousands and thousands of other questions invade my mind.

—Alex? Oh no... zombie mode no please.— I see her make a false expression of concern while waiting for my reaction. I try to arrange the ideas in a logical way to be able to ask without altering her.

—Elliot is the father, right?—but the words come out of my mouth like vile vomit. Without even thinking about it I have asked. My hands fly to my mouth and I feel instantly terrible. But the doubt is terrible. After all, I saw his clothes at her house. Although if I think about it, it didn't have to mean just that. Great, now I feel even worse!

—Yes.— She accepts followed by a hole silent minute.

—Miss.— I hear the young man's voice interrupting the moment. He extends me my credit card, trying not to laugh again.

—Thank you.— I take the card and I look at him somewhat annoyed. He just looks down and leaves. I hurry to put out my card in my purse and when I look back to Liv again she is already standing up and walking towards the exit. I hurry to reach her.

—Liv ... Olivia!— She doesn't stop until she reaches the car. —Wait.— I ask.

—What is it?— She asks as if this all wasn't a big deal.

— What is it? Really? Liv you're pregnant.— I say trying to win some other reaction from her. Something that tells me how is she taking the news.How should I take them. —With Elliot's child. That's beautiful!— I pull her towards me and the tears begin to come out regarding the hug. She corresponds with less euphoria. And is then that the smile I have on my face begins to blur understanding the negative side of this. Liv is pregnant with Elliot ... and does not have him by her side to share it with.

—Thank you.— Liv says, once I release her she smiles and turns her back on me. I think I have made her remember, and that has not done her well ... she is crying.

—Let's go please.— She asks me trying to retain her tears. I wipe mine and I hurry to open the car.

OLIVIA'S POV:

The trip to my apartment seemed eternal in the middle of a terrible silence. I knew that Alexandra would euphorically react but not so much. I expected her to mention that question from the father at some point, but not in that way. More than a question it came out as a very wise statement. Elliot is the father, right?

I keep wondering how she and Casey have known the truth. I have not mentioned it to anyone. Nor like I even had the time to do it so. Maybe at some point on my unconsciousness in the shower I talked in my sleep and said something? Or maybe they just drew the conclusion from the fact that they have mistakenly thought that he and I were living a kind of romantic adventure since day one. Anyway, today I'm not in the mood to inquire about it. I can hardly concentrate on keeping the burning of my chest closed.

—Here we are— I hear Alexandra tell me without much encouragement. I let out the air I had unconsciously hold in my mouth.

—Thank you.— I say smiling at her. I have to try to avoid her noticing the pain. I know perfectly well that she has a thousand doubts, I can see it in her eyes. But that is a talk she will have to wait for. For now. I say goodbye quickly and get out of the car sheltering myself well as snow water begins to fall.

I manage to walk up and enter at my apartment. It is warm. I could say that even pleasant. I am exhausted so I do not even walk to my room. As soon as I get to the sofa I drop on my back. After everything I ate I am almost sure that soon I will be on my toilet like the past days. I turn my head to the right a little and the analyzes stand out again. I sit down again and take them. Elliot is the father, right? I keep listening to Alexandra's words and the memory of how all that beautiful night happened comes to my mind.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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