If I thought my life was amazing when I was a teenager, I was wrong. Because now, at the age of 30, my life was the best it could ever be. I have an amazing wife, three beautiful children, and a brownstone in the center of Manhattan next to my sisters apartment building. My wife? Eve. She never left me, surprisingly enough. I have a ten year old boy, Nicholos Rollins, a six year old girl, Esme Rollins, and a four year old girl, Rain Rollins.
Speaking of Amanda, her and Carisi were happily married with two children. Twins. Anastasia Rollins, and Dominick Sonny The Third. She said she named them after the two most important people in her life.
Here is a sneak peak of my life.
"Mom!" One of my children yelled, extending the 'O'.
Me and Eve looked towards each other, both tired, both not wanting to get up.
"What?" We both answered.
"No, other mom!" The same voice yelled.
"We really need to make sure they keep on using mom and mommy instead of just calling us both mom." Eve yawned.
I stood up in bed. "We tried. They refuse."
"Except, Rain." Eve said pointedly.
I nodded, grabbing at my robe that hung on the back of our door.
"Mom!" They shrieked.
"Who is screaming?" I came out of the room, running down the stairs.
It happened to be Esme, standing on the counter.
"What are you doing?" I panicked, running into the kitchen to pull the girl from the granite.
"I couldn't reach the plates." She groaned. "I wanted to make you breakfast, but then I got stuck up there."
I sighed, setting her on both feet on the tiled floor. I palmed both her cheeks and gave her a kiss. "Thank you for trying to make me and mommy breakfast, sweets. But that's my job. Okay?"
"Okay." She pouted.
"Where are your siblings? They're going to be late to school." I said.
"Nick just got out of the shower, so he's getting changed, and Rainy is also trying to get changed." My daughter replied, running off to the kitchen table so I could feed her whatever it was I was going to make.
I furrowed my eyebrows. Rain doesn't ever dress herself, because when I allow her to she comes out in a pajama shirt with her school uniform over it.
Walking up the stairs, I looked up. Rain's door was the first at the top of the stairs, so I walked in to find her exactly how I expected. Her monkey long sleeved shirt and her red jumper over top.
"Sweetie. Where's your white polo?" I asked, hands on hips.
She shrugged. That's when I noticed her hair was a mess.
"Let's get you dressed." I smiled.
"But I can't find the shirt." She said, her lisp being heard very clearly.
Looking under her bed, I saw a few toys, a sock, and oh look at that. The white polo shirt her uniform required.
I held it up in victory. "That's because you stuffed it under your bed."
She giggled.
"Take off your jumper." I said, putting the shirt inside in.
She did, and I helped her get dressed.
"Mom, can you do my hair in a french braid?" She looked up to me, her blue eyes twinkling.
I loved her blue eyes. Two of our children were biologically mine, but Rain was biologically Eve's. She inherited my wifes blond hair and blue eyes, while my children inherited my green and brown hair.
"Of course I can." I replied, getting a pair of white tights from one of the drawers in her dresser.
"Ma." Nick said, standing by the doorway of Rain's room. "When are we leaving for school? I don't want to be late."
"Well, my handsome man." I walked over to him, fixing his tie. He slapped my away. "We'll leave as soon as your sister is dressed."
He ran a hand through his hair. "Fine."
I kissed his cheek, in which he also slapped me away. Then, he walked down the stairs.
I sighed. My baby boy was becoming a teenager, and it wasn't okay.
When I was finished with Rain, we ran down the stairs. Eve had made the kids lunches the day before, so she packed all of them up in their backpacks and had two of three of the kids ready.
"You're amazing." I sighed, giving Eve a kiss.
She smiled, kissing me back. "I know. I'll make sure they get on the bus, you go ahead and get dressed for work."
"Thanks, babe." I walked back into our bedroom, pulling out a blue blouse and a pair of black jeans along with my pink sneakers. Unlocking my safe, I pulled out my shield and gun and put both in my belt.
I stuck my hair in a bun and walked out of the room, Eve was inside once again preparing a bowl of cereal. Her blond hair messy from sleep, stray strands hung in her face. Her lips were pursed. She was beautiful. She always was, though.
"Do you want breakfast?" She asked, eyes making contact with my own.
I shook my head. "I'll get something from Starbucks."
"Okay." She smiled. "You'll pick up the kids after school, right?"
"Right." I nodded, picking up my purse and keys from the hook behind the door.
"Okay. I'll probably be on a run, but when I come home we could call the sitter so we can go grocery shopping. We're out of the basics again." She said.
I smiled, Eve always took care of the house when I couldn't. She really is a super mom. "Sounds good, Evie. I'll see you soon."
"Bye." She waved.
I walked out of the house, the summer breeze hitting me softly. I walked to the black sedan I called my own, and drove the way to the precinct. I did happen to work at SVU and nothing big had changed. Amanda had put in her papers so she could stay home with the twins, but Fin was now the seargant, Carisi was still a detective, Liv was still the Loo. The only major difference was that I worked there now.
After making a pit stop for a bagel and coffee, I got to the precinct.
Walking in, the first person I saw was my brother-in-law. "Hey Carisi, how's my sister?"
"She's fine." He smiled. "How are you?"
"I'm mighty fine." I replied.
"How are you Carisi? Oh I'm okay, just a little tired." He joked.
I rolled my eyes. "What do we have?"
"What we have," Olivia joined in, "is a case."
"Okay. What is it?" My eyebrows raised expectently.
She threw a file at me frisbee style. I flinched but caught it in both hands.
"Child molestation case. Teacher at a middle school, sixth grade girl came home with blood in her underwear. The mother thought maybe she got her period, but once asked about it she started sobbing. She got a tad worried." Olivia replied.
"Right, a tad." I mumbled, looking down at the childs file.
"She called us, the kid is in the room but she's refusing to talk."
I scratched my forehead. "You want me to give it a shot?"
"Go ahead, you're our last hope." She responded, before walking back to the one way mirror to watch.
I took a deep breath. "What a great way to start the day, am I right Carisi?"
"So right." He replied, a mouth full of food.
I sighed. Some things will never change.
When I got home after picking up the kids, I went into my room and sobbed for a good ten minutes before my door opened up to reveal Eve standing there. Hair sticking to her sweaty face.
"Baby, what's wrong?" She walked to my side, wrapped her arms around my shaking person.
"I hate this world, so much." I sobbed into her neck. "A little girl shot herself in front of me today, with my own gun. She was being raped, and no one helped her. No one could help her."
She rubbed my back soothingly. "Okay, it's okay. I know how awful that must have been for you."
"She made the worst mistake of her life." I cried. "No one should want to kill themselves. No one."
Eve took my face in her hands and she caressed my cheek. "I know. You know first hand about that."
I touched my stomach wear my scar lied. I bit my bottom lip. "I had him. I had a dad that loved me, and this girl didn't. She just didn't."
She kissed my cheek, wiping away my tears. "But our babies have two parents that love them so much. They're safe. They're okay. They don't have those feelings."
I nodded. My babies were practically perfect.
"I love you, Eve."
"I love you too, Annie."
