DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except Jetta and Melody. Characters and show belong to Dick Wolf, music and lyrics belong to Sugarland. The song is called Love by Sugarland.
A/N: The wedding... Hmm... I really have no idea how a wedding goes, so I just got the words from a website. o_O But the song seemed to fit so perfectly for a wedding, so... It's a little bit of a strange chapter, I'm sorry.
Well, anyway... Happy Birthday, Mariska! I suppose this is sort of... a birthday present? Hmm... a weird one, sorry. D:
Olivia sat elegantly on the stool in front of the mirror, touching up her makeup and hair. She pat her flowing, beautiful, white wedding dress.
"You look beautiful," a voice came from behind her.
She turned around to see Cragen in a black tuxedo jacket and pants and a white tuxedo shirt and tie. She smiled at him.
"Are you ready?" he asked, stepping further into the room.
Olivia stood up and her dress flowed from her waist, giving her the perfect 'bride' look. "I'm ready," she said nervously.
"Don't be nervous, Olivia. You're doing the right thing."
"I know," she said confidently, smiling at him.
She sighed heavily then grabbed onto Cragen's arm. They walked out into the hallway and stood behind closed mahogany doors.
The doors opened slowly to reveal a small room with several standing people; the gang, Casey holding little Jetta, Warner and Huang, and Elliot's kids. Elliot stood at the head of them all, facing Olivia and Cragen, smiling broadly.
Is it the face of a child
Is it the thrill of danger
Is it the kindness we see in the eyes of a stranger
Is is more than faith
Is is more than hope
Is is waiting for us at the end of our rope
They headed down the isle, Olivia's veil covering her soft face.
"Who is it that brings this woman to this man?" the pastor asked as Cragen approached with Olivia.
"I do," he replied strong and steadily. He let go of Olivia and stepped back. She hesitantly let go of his arm as she smiled nervously at him.
I say it's love
I say it's love
"We are gathered here today to one of life's greatest moments, to give recognition to the worth and beauty of love, and to add our best wishes to the words which shall unite Elliot and Olivia in marriage. Should there be anyone who has cause why this couple should not be united in marriage, they must speak now or forever hold their peace."
The room stayed quiet and the pastor continued.
"Elliot and Olivia, life is given to each of us as individuals, and yet we must learn to live together. Love is given to us by our family or by our friends. We learn to love by being loved. Learning to love and living together is one of the greatest challenges of life - and is the shared goal of a married life."
The pastor grinned slightly and continued. "Wedding rings are an outward and visible sign of an inward spiritual grace and the unbroken circle of love, signifying to all the union of this man and this woman in marriage."
Is it the one you call home
Is it the Holy Land
Is is standing right here holding your hand
Is it just like the movies
Is it rice and white lace
Is it the feeling I get when I wake to your face
Elliot pulled a small velvet box out of his pocket and opened it, pulling out a golden ring. He smiled and took Olivia's hand, slipping the ring onto her finger. "I Elliot, take thee, Olivia, to be my wife - to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and I promise my love to you forevermore."
Cragen slipped up behind Olivia and handed her an identical golden ring. She took Elliot's hand and slipped the ring onto his finger. "I Olivia, take thee Elliot, to be my husband. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and I promise my love to you forevermore."
I say it's love
I say it's love
"Elliot and Olivia, as the two of you come into this marriage uniting you as husband and wife, and as you this day affirm your faith and love for one another, I would ask that you always remember to cherish each other as special and unique individuals, that you respect the thoughts, ideas and suggestions of one another. Be able to forgive, do not hold grudges, and live each day that you may share it together - as from this day forward you shall be each other's home, comfort and refuge, your marriage strengthened by your love and respect for each other."
He turned toward Elliot. "Elliot, do you take Olivia to he your wife? Do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protecther, forsaking all others andholding only unto her?"
Elliot smiled as he held Olivia's hands tightly. "I do."
He turned toward Olivia. "Olivia, do you take Elliot to be your husband? Do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect him, forsaking all others and holding onlyunto him?"
Olivia smiled back at Elliot from under her veil as she squeezed his hands gently. "I do."
Is it the first summer storm
Is it the colors of fall
Is it having so little
And yet having it all
Is it one in a million
Is it a chance to belong
Is it standing right here singing this song
Smiling successfully, the pastor said loudly, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Elliot lifted Olivia's thin, white veil and laid it gently over the top of her head. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly for several brief seconds as the room erupted with loud clapping and cheering.
"It's your turn," Olivia sighed as she rolled over, covering her head with a pillow.
Elliot moaned and pushed himself out of bed.
He stumbled into Jetta's room and picked up the young screaming toddler. He rocked her gently as he made his way into the kitchen. He took a bottle from the dish washer and put the formula and warm water in it, continuing to rock Julietta gently. He squirted some of the milk onto his inner wrist, checking the temperature, and gave the bottle to the little girl. She took it happily and looked at her dad with smiling brown eyes.
Elliot smiled back and carried her back to her room. He sat in the rocking chair in the corner of the room and rocked her gently to sleep. He slowly fell asleep himself.
I say it's love
I say it's love
Olivia awoke in the morning to find the bed next to her was empty. She got up and made her way into Jetta's room.
She saw Elliot sleeping in the rocking chair holding a soundly sleeping Julietta, an empty bottle laying at his feet. She smiled and left again.
She got dressed in black slacks, a black spaghetti strap tank top as an undershirt, and a dark maroon button-up shirt. It was amazing how fast she'd gotten her figure back after she'd had Julietta. She put her badge and gun on her belt as she left the room and headed to the kitchen.
She began to make batter and in a short while she had a huge batch of fresh, fluffy pancakes. And just as she suspected, Elliot stumbled sleepily into the room, holding a sleeping Jetta.
Is it a veil or a cross (I say it's love)
Is it the poet's gift (I say it's love)
Is it the face that has launched over thousands of ships (I say it's love)
"I smell pancakes," he mumbled as he rubbed his eye with the hand that wasn't supporting the nine month old Julietta.
"You've always had a nose for food," she smiled at him, putting three pancakes onto a plate and smothering them with butter and syrup.
She crossed the room and handed him the plate as he handed Julietta over to her. She rolled her eyes and took her daughter with both arms, wondering how he could still do it with only one.
Olivia gently put Julietta in her high chair and made herself a plate of pancakes. She sat opposite Elliot on the small table in their dining room.
"You should get dressed," she told him with a mouth full of pancake and syrup. "We have to leave as soon as Melody gets here."
Elliot sighed and leaned on his strong fist. "Why do we have to have a nanny?"
"Because we both have to work, silly."
He rubbed his stubble and got up to get dressed and shaved with an objective, "Hmmph."
Is it making you laugh (I say it's love)
Is it letting you cry (I say it's love)
Is it where we believe that we go when we die (I say it's love)
Is it how you were made (I say it's love)
Is it your mother's ghost (I say it's love)
Is it the wish that I'm wishing for you life, for your life, for your life the most (I say it's love)
The doorbell rang and Olivia got up to answer it, leaving the plate. She opened it to pretty, young woman with long flowing brown hair and bright green eyes. She wore a blue turtleneck and blue denim jeans.
"Hi," she said brightly.
"Hey Melody," Olivia said, opening the door further to let the girl in. "Jetta's in the kitchen."
Melody smiled and nodded as she headed into the kitchen.
"El!" Olivia shouted up the hall. "Mel's here. Let's go."
"Coming, coming," he shouted back, heading down the hall towards her.
She smiled and let him through the door, following close behind.
A/N: Yeah... I like the end better than the begining. Anyway, please R&R!