Hey guys! Hope you all are enjoying the story! This is my first ever fanfic so please forgive me as I work out the kinks and what nots to this website. Just a little background info (i shoul'dve posted this at the beginning of the first chapter but oh well) this is an AU story, so Olivia does not work at SVU. She is actually a publisher (i've been watching a shit ton of younger so creds to the writers bc they rock) and Brian is just a detective. They are married, and their daughter Elliot is 5. Leave me some reviews because honestly i love hearing feedback from everyone :) thanks

Friday, September 28

As they all gather around the table, Ellie telling Joannie about her latest field trip to the science museum, the family jokes and converses.

"So, Olivia, Brian tells me your company will be publishing the new Ellen Degeneres book? That must be exciting!" Joannie asks.

"Yes, I am thrilled. And as long as all the contracts go through okay, I might be looking at a trip to the west coast for the book signing next month!"

"How neat, I am sure you will have a great time. It's so beautiful out there this time of year. Not too hot, not too cold…." She rambles.

Brian's mind soon drifts off as he begins thinking about his previous encounter with Olivia's "partner". He had ran out of the store like a bat out of hell. But, if there was one thing Brian knew for sure, it was that he was fucking confused. Cursing himself for not going through her phone, he feels a nudge.

"Huh?" He manages, eyes shifting back to the table where his family sat.

"Daddy!" Elliot giggled. She and Brian shared a smile.

"That's alright El, your daddy never liked to pay much attention to 'grown up talk'. I was just asking if work was going well? I'm sure they're keeping you busy." His mother asks, taking a bite.

"Uhh, yeah, it's alright. Get one bad guy and there's another one out there. Can't catch much of a break." Brian moved his food back and forth on his plate.

"Not very hungry?" Olivia asks. He shrugs his shoulders.

They continue to eat and soon after, Elliot is insisting on showing her stuffed animal collection to her Nana. Joannie excuses herself, and is escorted by her granddaughter to her bedroom, leaving Brian and Olivia alone.

Olivia is the first to stand, and begins collecting the plates and silverware from the table. Carrying them into the kitchen, Brian trails in behind her. Putting the dishes into the sink, she notices Brian's quietness.

"Everything okay?" She tries.

"Yep."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Nope."

Well alright then.

Going back to rinsing the dishes, she watched out of the corner of her eye as Brian walked out of the kitchen. Listening to his footsteps travel up the stairs, she let out a sigh and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.

After demanding that his mother stay the night, Olivia now had Brian gathering clean linens out of the closet. Making the bed, something he hadn't done since before he met Olivia, he let his mind wander some more. He and Olivia had been married for 10 years, and in those years he thought of himself to know her more than anyone else. He knew Olivia was not one to be deceiving. She loved her family and would do nothing to hurt them. She was loving, caring, but most importantly- honest. He had to trust her, as she trusted him throughout all of his undercover operations. Not once had she ever questioned his actions, so he decided to do the same with her.

He hears a belch of laughter come from down the hall. Stepping back to admire his work, he smiles to himself.

"Still got it."

Making his way to the living room, Brian takes a seat next to his daughter.

"Look, Daddy! I'm beating Mommy and Nana." She smiles proudly, showing him her hand of cards.

"Good job, El! What're you guys playing?"

"I can't say, it's not a nice word." She insists.

"Bullshit, Brian. We're playing Bullshit." His mother informs him. They all share a laugh as Olivia shuffles through her cards.

"To be fair, sweetheart, your Momma and Nana are both very bad liars. You can see right through their poker face." Brian teases, gaining a glare from both his mother and wife.

"Two three's." Olivia says confidently, placing her cards in the center of the coffee table. Elliot looks up at her father, quirking an eyebrow at him. Brian just shrugs his shoulders.

"Bullshit!" His five year old yells out.

"Elliot Gray!" Olivia scolds, taking the pile of cards into her hand. Brian laughs and pats her on the back.

"That's my girl."

"Ya got everything you need? Blankets, extra pillows, a fan…" Brian continues on.

"Yes, son, I think I'm okay. Listen, I really appreciate you all letting me stay here tonight. Trying to get a cab all the way out here is a real bitch." Joannie tells him, pulling the comforter out and climbing in.

"Of course, Ma. You know you're welcome anytime. Besides, maybe I won't have to be on breakfast duty tomorrow." He jokes, leaning in to kiss her cheek. She gives him a playful smack.

"How do waffles sound?"

After tucking both his mother and daughter in, Brian makes sure to lock all the doors and begins walking up the stairs to the bedroom. He is met with Olivia, clad in only her underwear and one of his NYPD tee shirts, brushing her teeth and typing on her phone.

He undresses down to his boxers and strides into the bathroom. Wrapping his arms around Olivia's waist, he sets his chin on her shoulder.

"Whatcha doin'?" He asks as she turns off her phone.

"Just texting Emily to remind her of our big meeting on Monday. I don't want her to be late or forget anything. I mean...it's fucking Ellen!" She tells him, both of them laughing at her choice of words.

"Hey, how come Emily doesn't come around anymore? I hope I didn't scare her off or anything."

"Oh, Bri, that's exactly what you did." She jokes as she spits out a mouth full of toothpaste. She rinses and wipes her face off with a wash rag, then turns around to face her husband and wrap her arms around his neck.

"I'm kidding. Emily is just really busy. She's got kids, work pulls her chain a lot, so I guess she doesn't have a lot of time for a life." Brian only nods. "Plus her and Trevor are always fighting. There for a while I thought they were looking at divorce, it was not good at all." Olivia confides in him.

"That bad, huh?"

"Yeah, I'm so glad that's not us, Bri. I know I don't always tell you, but I appreciate how supportive you are with everything. I'm sure I don't make it easy for you." She meets his eyes.

"Well, it's no day in the park…" He jokes as she pushes him away.

"I'm serious," She smiles, "You're an amazing husband, thank you for being so understanding and all."

"It's no problem, Liv. It helps when you're so cute and all." He teases. She reaches up to kiss him on the lips, moaning as it lasts longer than anticipated. Brian's hands begin to wander to her thighs, and before she knows it, he is hoisting her up on the bathroom counter. She lets out a giggle and sinks her head into his shoulder, kissing his neck. When he feels her start to nip at him, he reaches for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up slowly.

"Bri! Your mom is right downstairs." She warns him while smacking his hands away.

"Come on, Liv. It's not the first time I've had sex with my mom in the house." He gets a look from Olivia before finishing, "With you of course."

There are no further arguments as Brian carries Olivia into the bedroom, closing and locking the door.

After many rounds of passionate lovemaking, Olivia now lay snuggled into Brian's side while he draws lazy patterns on her back. The sound of her snoring causes him to chuckle. She really is too damn cute. As he lay staring at the ceiling, waiting for sleep, he notices a light come from the other side of the room. He raises up. Olivia's phone. Sitting there, he feels his heart start to pound. Confused as to why he was getting so nervous, he remembers their last conversation.

"I know I don't always tell you, but I appreciate how supportive you are with everything."

Fuck. He can't, he trusts Olivia. Deciding against going through her phone, he lays back down. Another light. Now he was getting suspicious. Who the hell would be trying to talk to her at 1AM? Sitting up for the second time, he kicks the covers off of himself, and makes his way across the bed. Clicking the home button, the messages appear.

"Photo Attachment."

"This reminds me of you and Brian LOL!"

Letting out a sigh of relief, he lets out another chuckle. The messages were from his mom, who he was no longer surprised was up at such a late hour. She was a night owl.

"Bri?" Olivia moans, sleep evident in her voice.

"Nothing, baby, just thought I heard something. Go back to sleep." He tells her as he rounds the bed.

"Come to bed." She whispers, holding the comforter open to him. He crawls in and soon falls asleep with his arms around his wife.

Saturday, September 29

"Mmm, I smell something delicious!" Brian announces, letting out a stretch and yawn.

"Well it's about time! I thought I was gonna have to come up there and wake your ass up." His mom smiles, turning around to help Elliot pour the batter into the waffle maker.

"Yeah, well someone kept me up all night." He whispers into Olivia's ear.

"I didn't hear you complaining any last night." She whispers back as she takes a sip of coffee.

She couldn't complain either. Brian had made love to her so many times last night- with his mouth, with his fingers, with his body. He had driven her to ecstasy over and over again, she wasn't quite sure she'd be able to walk in the morning.

"Alright, lovebirds. Breakfast is ready." Joannie interrupts.

While the family eats together, Elliot insists on going to spend the day at the park. Not being able to tell her no, Brian and his mother agree to take her while Olivia stay behind to get caught up on some household chores. When the trio leaves, Olivia begins tidying up, collecting discarded clothes throughout the house. Making her way into the bathroom, she gets a box out of the cabinet and begins to open it. Tying the remains into a bag and throwing it into the trash can, she stares at the pregnancy test she is holding in her hands. She lets out a sigh, pulls down her pants, and pees on the stick.

"8-10 minutes." She reads out loud to herself, setting the test on the counter. She tries to busy herself, she really does. Finally sitting on the bed, she watches the clock as it slowly ticks away. The walk to the bathroom is the longest thing she has ever done, she thinks. And when she looks down at the test there is without a doubt two pink lines.

Pregnant.