A/N: Hey! I love love love love love love reviews, so keep 'em comin', and thanks again to all those who have reviewed! Just a forewarning, I'm going to 2 camps and on a vacation to Texas this summer. My camp dates are: July 17-21 andJuly 23-28. Texas is Aug. 10-17. I know it's a little early to warn you, but I can't wait till camp time! It's my favorite thing to do besides writing and reading fanfics. I will, however, take a notebook and write during my nonexistant freetime.

If this centers again, I apologize, I'm on my grandpa's lame computer. I think I should be done babbling now...no not yet.

Disclaimer: I'm poor as dirt, but at least Elliot is mine in my dreams. Now I'm done babbling.

Elliot nearly acted on impulse to run into the room, wrap his arms around Olivia, and tell her everything was going to be ok, that he was sorry for the shit he put her through. But he restrained himself in order to hear the rest of the conversation, and because he knew Olivia would kill him for listening to a private conversation.

Olivia stopped crying just a few minutes later and said, "I'm sorry, Maureen. I shouldn't have laid all that on you." Olivia said with a sniffle.

"It's alright," Maureen said while wiping away her own tears, "It's good you can talk to me about these things, but I'm sure you've already told Dad. You two are so close."

"No, I actually never told him about it.-"

"Why not? That's odd." I can't beleve she didn't tell Dad about that. They seem so close.

"It just never came up. Besides, working with your Dad was a reminder of the past I was working so hard at forgetting." Maureen looked at her quizzically, and Olivia explained, "I had named my son David Elliot Benson...Enough of that, what's your questions? I don't think this is just about my past." Way to hit the nail on the head, Liv. Maureen thought sarcastically.

"Well, the father and I broke up around two months ago, and I don't know if I should tell him or not. I don't want to wind up like Mom and Dad, together out of responsibility rather than love." This whole situation is just confusing, if you ask me.

"You should tell the father exactly what you told me just now. It wouldn't be right of you not to inform him that he's going to be a father. If he has any decency he will at least help support you and this baby, plus you will have the support of your family and friends. You're not in this alone, kiddo." She is so amazing.

"Liv, what's your middle name?"

"Kaitlyn, why?" That's a pretty name.

"I'm having a girl so how about the name Kaitlyn Rose Stabler. That is, of course, if you don't mind, do you?"

"I would be honored." Olivia chuckled. Why is she laughing! These damn mood swings!

"What's so funny?" I might as well find out about it sooner or later.

"Before I knew what I was having, that's the name I picked out for a girl." Would she want it back then?

"Oh, do you want it back then?" might as well ask.

"No, besides, what would I use it for? Can't get a pet cause I'm never home, and I doubt I'll ever have a kid at this rate."

"But it's not immpossible, though."

"Close enough. I doubt there is even one single, decent guy in all of New York, that wouldn't mind my job." I know one who fits all of her critiria, and I bet I can get them together, no matter how stubborn they are.

"I think I know someone like that, but-"

"No ex's, and they must be around my age. That help you get that idea out of your head?" I can't believe she thinks I would set her up with one of my ex's.

"Nope, because this guy is not an ex, and he is around 3 to 5 years older than you. He refuses to tell anybody what his age is. I bet I can get him to agree to a date with you if you're interested." Maureen says slyly.

Elliot, believing that the girl talk that was about to begin was going to be uninteresting, went back to the waiting room.

"Describe him."

"He is around 6'4, brown hair, blue eyes, very built, about as stubborn as you, and his schedule is about as uncontrollable as yours." But I won't tell you what he does, that would totally give it away.

"If you can get him to agree to meet me, then I will, but if he doesn't, he doesn't, OK?" YES!

"Gotcha."