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Author's Note: Well, I don't really have one this time. Except for that if you read my story Instant Messages and take the challenge I told about in the A/N then you may be able to make a scene for this or Thinking It Over. I hope you like this chapter. It's just a morning in the life of the Stabler's, pretty much. Read and Review my pretties!

Stabler Residence

Saturday, July 14

11:20 AM

Olivia's POV

I yawned as I stretched my arms and legs in a cat like motion. Glancing at the clock I was shocked to see it was after 11 o'clock and my husband and I were both still in bed. Even though it was a Saturday, we were usually up by nine at the latest. Normally, our twin terrors were up and screaming by a quarter 'til seven or around eight, though. Not that I wasn't extremely delighted to be able to sleep in on the weekend but I was wondering exactly why my babies hadn't woken up yet.

Reluctantly, I pushed myself up off of my bed, placed a kiss on Elliot's cheek, pulled on some gym shorts over my underwear and a t-shirt over my tank top. Just in case any of the four oldest kids had come home for the weekend, I didn't want to give them a coronary seeing me in my underwear and tank top. As Elliot awoke he smiled sleepily at me and rose to a sitting position against the head board.

"What time is it?" He asked, yawning.

"After eleven. I'm gonna head to the kid's room to see why they aren't screaming their heads off to be fed yet. You coming?" I asked and he nodded.

After he pulled on gym shorts and a wifebeater we followed me out the door, heading to our children's room. As we walked through the hallway I heard giggling and babbling from the twins and smiled to my husband.

As we entered their shared room, my heart melted and I felt my husband's arms around my waist. I could feel where he was smiling against my shoulder. Breanna and Bryce were both standing up in their cribs, babbling nonsense and smiling at each other and then us.

"My God, Liv. They're getting so big and even more adorable."

"I know. Bry looks like a little you."

"Yea, but luckily the hair line isn't receeding yet." I giggled and turned, pecking him on the lips.

"You know, I personally find your receeding hair line very sexy." I murmured against his ear and knawed on it seductively.

"Nuh uh, Mommy. I don't think so. They're are little ears and eyes in here. Besides...it's Saturday and the twins wanna go to Central Park."

"Elliot, it's not like they'd remember any of it, ya know." He shrugged innocently and I then countered. "Honey, you wanna go to Central Park so you can get free ice cream at the convention this afternoon. Don't try to play the "kids want to go" card on me, especially since they can't even talk yet." He grinned and shrugged.

"Worth a try."

"Not really." He laughed at me and pulled away to pick up Bryce and I followed, picking up Breanna.

After changing her diaper and putting on a light green and pink striped onesie with little denim shorts, Elliot and I headed to the kitchen for breakfast. Elliot had changed Bryce and put him into a navy blue and red striped onesie with jean shorts.

I strapped Breanna into her booster seat and ran upstairs to dress and put on my make up. It took me about twenty minutes and I finally headed back downstairs.

Stabler Residence

Saturday, July 14

11:35 AM

Elliot's POV

As I sat Bryce in his booster seat beside Breanna I smiled when he leaned towards her and they hugged each other. Even as infants my son and daughter had been as close as can be and it looked as if it was going to stay that way. Hopefully, it would last just as long as Lizzie and Dickie's relationship has. And considering how things were going so far, I would bet they will stay close just like Liz and Dickie have.

As I thought over my children's lives I was making Liv's favorite breakfast, even though it was extremely unhealthy.

Just as I was setting the plates on the table I felt her arms wrap around my waist and I grinned to myself as she traced kissed along my shoulder blades and neck. I twisted in her grip and brought my arms around her waist, squeezing her tight. My hands traveled slowly down to her butt and I gripped it firmly, making her giggle.

She pressed her hands to my chest and pushed my away, wiggling a finger in my face and saying, "No, no, no Daddy. Remember? They're are little eyes and ears in the room. We can't do anything like that. Besides, we have to eat and get to the park, don't we?"

As my eyes traveled over her body, I was astounded. Even after all these years, just looking at her body still makes me weak at the knees. Of course, it doesn't help anything when she's wearing nothing but a black tank top and denim Daisy Dukes.

I shook my head at her, amusedly and we sat down to eat. She gobbled down her chocolate chip pancakes with peanut butter while every once in awhile hepling one of the twins to tear their's into smaller peices.

As I looked around at my children and wife, sharing a breakfast and playing together, I smiled at the happiness I had achieved in the last year and a half.

"Liv?"

"Yea baby?"

"Wanna know what I've been thinking about?"

"What's that El?"

"Life..."

"Life?"

"Life is good."

She smiled at me and leaned over to peck a kiss on my lips. Then, glancing from me to the twins and back she answered, smiling happily, "Yes. Life is very good."