Disclaimer: I sure don't own SVU…if anyone knows how I could please lemme know.

Note: Elliot and Olivia are "Sort of" together. They're like a closet couple because of Fraternization rules. Bobby and Alex like each other but haven't yet started something.

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The hot sun annoyingly beat down onto Teresa's arms. She hated the company picnics that the precincts put together each year; she hated the gathering of people, the "mingling", the 'oh aren't you so and so's'; she flat out hated the entire event. And every year her aunt and uncle dragged her.

"Teresa, come over here. I'd like you to meet a good friend of mine" Alex waved her over, a hot dog in one hand and her other hand in the air.

"Sure" She sighed and excused herself from the people she was already talking to and walked up to her aunt and her aunt's friend.

"Jeremy, I'd like you to meet my niece, Teresa. Mmhmm, this is the one I raised" Alex was always so proud of Teresa; proud to be her aunt, proud to be her guardian, proud to be her mother.

Teresa extended her right hand and shook the man's hand. "Very nice to meet you" She told him, smiling fake.

"Jeremy has a son about your age" Alex's eyes were twinkling.

"Really? And does he have a grandson about to be born too? Maybe him and my child can have a play date in a few months" Teresa smiled cockily, nodded at the guy once more and then walked off.

Alex, of course, followed her niece. "What the hell was that? I'm only trying to make you happy"

"I am happy; I'm happy with Uncle Bobby, with the baby, with you. I don't want anything to change"

"It's too late for that, Teresa, and if you're not going to be with the baby's father you at least need a man around the house"

"I have Uncle Bobby. Besides, any man going to be around this child is going to be related or going to be Lucas. I don't want a man right now. I want to concentrate on having this baby, being a parent, and finishing college."

Alex sighed deeply; she was always so damn stubborn! "Alright, if you're sure that's what you want. I've been thinking though, if you're not going to be with a man, you should at least live with me or your uncle. You're going to need an extra pair of hands around to help with the baby; we can turn Uncle Joe's old office into the nursery and you can switch around your old room to make it look more mature."

Teresa sighed; her aunt made sense; it would be hard to raise a baby alone and finish up college.

"Alright, I guess so. But the minute I finish college and get a job I'm going to move back out."

Alex smiled and nodded. "If that's what you want."

"It is" Teresa smiled slightly. "Oh and Aunt Alex?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"Thank you. I love you; I don't tell you nearly enough that I love you…"

"I know you do, bumblebee" That had always been her nickname for Teresa.

Teresa smiled at her aunt, and went back to mingling with all of her aunt's friends.

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"I hate these things" Lucas said, swatting a fly away from his cheeseburger.

"How can you hate something that happens like once a year?" Olivia rolled her eyes at her nephew, passing along the ketchup to him.

"Thanks" Lucas sarcastically took the ketchup, pretending as though he was having the time of his life.

"Can't you at least TRY to have a good time?" Elliot never could figure out why he hated this picnic so much

"No. I don't like trying these things. I've tried 19 years, it isn't workin' anymore." Lucas felt bad; he didn't want to ruin their time- they worked so hard, they deserved this picnic in their honor. On the same token though, Teresa came from a family of cops, and they would be here too, meaning so would she. He couldn't help but wonder what she was doing at that very minute; he loved her, and this was the first girl he wasn't afraid to admit that about.

"Teresa's over there" Olivia pointed with her fork. "I bet that'll brighten up your spirits"

"Maybe it will" Lucas grinned from ear to ear. He got up and smoothly walked over to her and her aunt, wrapping an arm around her. She looked over at him with flaming eyes, dying to know who dared touch her. She was almost 6 months pregnant, swollen, and hadn't seen her feet in almost two months- she was not a very happy camper.

"Wanna get out of here?" He whispered into her ear.

"More than anything" She whispered back, never letting the smile fade from her face. She was a lot better at pretending than he was, and if they're child took after her, he knew they'd be screwed.

"Hey, Aunt Alex?" Teresa called after her aunt

"Yes sweetie?" Alex turned to face her niece.

"I'm going to head back to the table so I can get a little more something to eat. I'm starved."

"Alright; I'll be right here if you need anything"

"Thanks" Teresa kissed her Aunt's cheek before sneaking off with the father of her child.

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"So…where are we going?" Teresa asked from the passenger seat

"I was thinking central park. Maybe a carriage ride or lunch or something; Or… anything you want to do"

"I want to do something crazy; something I'd never in a million years think of doing. But at 5 and a half months pregnant, I'm kind of limited on what I can and can not do"

"Yeah I guess I can see why you'd be a bit limited" He tried not to look at her stomach, but couldn't help it.

Teresa glared at him. "Hey it's your fault too, ya know"

"I never said it wasn't. In fact, it's more my fault than yours. I'm willing to take full responsibility" He smiled warmly and stroked the small of her back in comforting circles.

"Well…thank you…I guess" She was completely confused; he had just taken complete responsibility for the whole mess without even trying to argue with her first. What did he want?

"You know… I still think we should get married."

"If we got married right now it would be for all the wrong reasons" Teresa said firmly.

"The baby would be all the wrong reasons?" He didn't want to sound mean, but it came out that way.

"Of course not! Look", she sighed, "we would both wake up one morning in bed wondering what the hell we did. If its meant to be, then it'll happen on its own. I'm a firm believer of that"

"And I'm a firm believer of extreme sports but I wouldn't let our child do anything insane"

"Good to know, Tanto" She teased sarcastically.

"You know what I mean, Teresa. Look, I've never loved someone like I do you… that's gotta mean something"

"It means that you're a 19 year old guy who's confused about having a baby. Of course you love me; I'm the mother of your child. It'll be like that. I love you too; you're the father of my child. But we had one date, slept together once, and it was one mistake. This baby won't be a mistake but if we got married, everything would change." Teresa rubbed her temples; she didn't know any better way to put it.

"I'm not confused; I know what my heart feels," he said, lifting her hand and placing it on his heart "Do you feel that?"

"Y…Yes" Teresa hesitated with her answer; she didn't want to make something more than it already had to be.

"This beats for you; for you and this baby. You and our baby is all this thinks about."

Teresa was taken aback. She inhaled, getting a whiff of his cologne; god he smelled so good. "Why do you have to say things like that?" She said, fear painted across her face.

"Because I believe in always telling the truth," He replied. "Now, once again," He got down on one knee, "Teresa Goren, will you marry me?"

"I-" She began.