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

CHAPTER 58 MIRRORING

He teaches me how to use the rare artifacts to mix the ingredients and make the cream for the pasta. Very cautiously, he dedicated himself to removing the hot pasta from the pot and placing it in a glass container. He allows me to pour the cream on top, which I do very carefully so as not to spill anything, although I had already thrown a lot while preparing it, but I still don't want to make a bigger mess. I've never been good in the kitchen but today I am making a full of myself. Pregnant brain maybe.

—Now the final touch.— He says with a warm smile on his face. He takes a small bottle from one of the upper counters and pours the Parmesan cheese over the pasta to then put a couple of green plants on top as decoration. He finishes mixing a couple of vegetables to make a salad. —Presto!— He says happily.

In less than I expect I am already sitting at the large dining table with our respective plates full of pasta in front of me. I watch as he brings a couple of glasses and takes a bottle of wine from a beautiful wooden cabinet. Delicately he pours a glass and close it again. He then take another bottle from the cabinet and pours the liquid in the other glass and offers it to me.

—What is it?— I ask authentically curious about why he has served two different liquids.

—Wine without alcohol, of course.— He explains

—Oh, you mean grape juice.— I clarify.

—Well, something like that. Did you expect me to give you alcohol?— I smile understanding as one of my hands flies up to my belly.

—You have a point.— I say. —I am not used to the pregnancy stuff.—

—Don't worry, pretty soon you will see that everything that goes through your head will be related to your baby. Everything you do, everything you say, everything you eat and drink, every the decisions you make.— I bite my lower lip trying to retain the feelings that his words cause in me. I'd rather lock it in the huge locked chest before facing it too. —Well, Olivia...— He tells me, taking his fork and starting to roll the pasta in it. —Enjoy.— And the pasta goes straight to his mouth.

My stomach growls slightly, so I decide to start eating too. As the pasta touches my tongue I can detect a delicious flavor, one that I have never tasted, my mouth immediately takes over the bite and the delight floods me.

—It's good, uh?— He says with his mouth full. I don't say anything I just nod my head while chewing the pasta. The flavor is so delicious that I eat without delay, almost desperately, I even get up to serve myself a second plate and he mimics my actions. The salad is delicious too, I don't know what the hell is in it but, whatever it is, gives it such a special flavor. We hardly talked at dinner, we were busier eating, a few words about pregnancy but nothing off topic.

—Do you want some more?— He kindly offers me with the bowl in his hands ready to serve me. I stare at my empty plate, I don't know if I can eat more, but it's so delicious.

—Yes please.— I say with a bit of insecurity.

—Enjoy it, as from tomorrow you start your special diet.— he tells me, serving me the rest of the pasta that was left in the container.

—Special diet?, agh, I had forgotten.— I complain remembering all the things I had bought, special for the pregnancy.

KYLE'S POV:

We finished all the pasta that we had prepared. I must accept that I have never cooked it as exquisite as tonight. I take the dirty dishes off the table in order to take them to the sink.

—Let me help you.— Olivia says kindly.

—No thanks. I'll do it. You go to the living room and rest.— It is kind of her to offer but when it comes to my kitchen I prefer to clean it myself.

—Are you sure?— I give her a glare trying to make her stop which I achieve. —Well, thanks for the dinner, it was delicious.— I smile at her and point towards the living room and she just smiles and walks towards the room almost dragging her feet.

I take care of taking everything to the kitchen. I hear her turn on the TV, so I take my time to arrange my dishes, rinse them and put them in the automatic washing machine. I clean up the counters that we left all messy. Well she did warned me. I put the ingredients away and take the dishes out of the machine once it stopped. When I turn to look at the clock I am surprised, it is quite late already and I had not even noticed it.

I go out to the living room to tell her that if she wishes she can go up to the room to sleep, because the storm will not end until tomorrow. I hope she accepts because I prefer that she stays here and rest a little.

To my surprise I can't find her sitting. I get closer until I find her lying on the couch sound asleep. She must be more than exhausted. I walk around the sofa and take the remote control to turn off the TV. I turn around to try and wake her up but something stops me.

—Elliot.— She babbles and moves her arms to her chest as a grimace of pain appears. —Elliot.— Her breathing becomes somewhat agitated and I can notice how a couple of tears descend down her cheek. I can't help but feel a chill up my spine. I can mirror in her pain.

I bend down and place my hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her sleep. She slowly relaxes until she goes back to sleep peacefully. I pick her up carefully and accommodate her in my arms. She complains a little but does not wake up. I walk carefully up the stairs and go up to the bedrooms. I enter mine and carefully place her on the bed. I take off her boots and manage to cover her without waking her. I make sure the heat is on and I go out cautiously.


OLIVIA'S POV:

The atmosphere is warm around me, I feel I am in his strong arms and I snuggle even more.

—Where have you been?— I ask him trying to catch his scent in my lungs.

—I haven't gone anywhere.— he assures me, kissing my forehead gently.

—I haven't felt you.— I explain the reason of my question. I try to separate myself just a little so I can face him, and there are his beautiful blue eyes, warm and perfect as I remember them.

—I've been here.— a smile appears on his face.

—Elliot, I have to tell you so many things.—

—Tell me Liv ... I hear you.—

—I need you here, now more than ever...— he gets up without letting go of me completely and places one of his hands on my hardly-noticeable belly.

—I am here.— My eyes are clouded making that image blurry and taking me back to reality.

I open my eyes slowly without much encouragement. I know that everything is a dream from which I would never want to wake up, it has been so long since I felt it so real. It has been so long that I talk to him in my dreams.

As I shake the dream away I realize that I am not in my room. I try to make my brain wake up faster. I sit on the bed and rub my eyes so I can look around me. The tone of the walls, the furniture and curtains remind me of where I am, although I really don't remember falling asleep and much less when I ended up in a bed. By bare instinct I take the blankets off me just to find out I am still on my last night clothes. I know that I am at the doctor's apartment and, somehow, that makes me feel secure. Although, it does feel strange waking up in a different place than my room, my apartment, my little world.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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