Title: Love You Forever

Author: ZombieJazz

Fandom: Law & Order: SVU

Disclaimer: I don't own them. Law and Order SVU and its characters belong to Dick Wolf. The characters of Will (and his family) and Noah have been created and developed for the sake of this AU series.

Summary: Olivia's continued adventures in motherhood - as she balances raising her son with her career. This story is set in my AU series. It would take place several years after Undeserved.

Author's Notes: This AU series is for SVU fans and readers who want Olivia to have something that resembles a more normal life outside of work and a family of her own - hopefully somewhat realistically within the canon of SVU. The timeframe would have it outside of the TV series' current timeline and would likely have Olivia into her early 50s. My stories are not EO and never will be. You may want to read some of my other ones for context on the characters in this AU first - though, it's likely fairly self-explanatory on its own too.

WARNING: THIS STORY MIGHT KIND OF BE A SPOILER FOR READERS OF UNDESERVED.

She smiled as he finally walked out into the baggage claim and held up a hand to attract his attention. He didn't know she was coming and she knew he wouldn't be looking for her. He wasn't looking at all at the waiting family members and chauffeurs in the area, though, so she started walking towads him, in the hopes of attracting his attention that way.

"Will," she finally said as she got closer to him and within earshot. He didn't seem to hear or at least didn't register the first time his name came out of her mouth, so she tried again. "Will," she called a bit more loudly, and he finally glanced over his shoulder, and his face lit up.

"Hey," he smiled, stopping, and instantly accepting her hug. It was a little hard to get her arms around him with all his stupid bags draped over him. But she didn't much care. She needed to feel his arms around her so badly at that point.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here," he mumbled against the side of her head. "I missed you."

"Mmm," she agreed. "Me too."

She didn't want to let go. She didn't care they were standing in the middle of the airport and likely kind of blocking the path of other people trying to just get their luggage, gather their families and get out of there.

"You took so long, I was starting to think you'd decided not to get on the plane."

He rubbed her back and put a small kiss on her temple. "Customs was all backed up. It took forever to get through the line."

"Mmm," was all she allowed to that again, as she finally loosened her arms and let him go.

He smiled at her some more and brushed a piece of hair away from her face for her.

"You're looking tanned. Did you run away on holiday or something?" he teased.

She'd spent more time then she should've on the phone with him about the shit-storm at home and had been sending numerous texts and emails during the week to prepare him for the teenaged wasteland he was getting to return to.

She snorted and looked down. "Well, when I did manage to actually get to do my job this week, I got to spend a whole lot of time canvassing."

"Mmm," he nodded and seemed to just admire her face some more. "Spring sun."

He glanced around then though. "So what's the deal?" he asked. "No Chief Thundercloud? Or he off sulking in a corner?"

She smiled. "No. I left him unsupervised. I needed a break from warden duty."

Will gave a small laugh and shook his head at her, before rubbing his hand down her bicep and giving in a small squeeze. "Still not giving you anything?"

She shook her head and shrugged. "Just attitude."

He snorted and put his forehead against hers for a brief moment. "Think we can sell him?"

She allowed a little laugh. "Who'd buy him?"

"He used to be cute."

She sighed. "I know," she said with a bit too much regret in her voice. God, she wanted her little boy back. The concept of having to go through four years of this to only be told he was then an adult and ready to truly be released out on the world on his own seemed a little too heartbreaking.

She shook her head. "I don't know what's going on with him, Will. He won't tell me. Still. And now this Kurt stuff. I don't know what to do. I can't force him to talk to me."

He gave her another small smile, as they started to make their way towards the doors. "You make people talk all the time."

She elbowed him a little. "It's like he knows all my tricks or something," she suggested, and grabbed his computer bag off his one shoulder for him to carry.

"Nah, you've always got something up your sleeve, detective," he told her.

She just made a sound and shook her head some more.

"We'll talk about it, Liv," he told her. "I'm home now. We'll figure it out."

She gave his hand a small squeeze. "You aren't allowed to go on another conference until he's done high school."

He laughed out loud and looked at her. "You know, you could always come with me and escape?"

"Right. I'll just take some time off work and we'll inflict him on Mom for a few days next time."

"That sounds like a cage match, I'd pay to see," he said.

"Your Mom would win," she told him seriously. "Lots of practice with teenaged boys."

He laughed again. "That's likely why I'd pay to see it. She'd have him crying in a corner in 30 seconds."

He started to head towards the transit stop and she gave a little pull on his arm. "Let's take the taxi," she suggested. "I took the Metro out here."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Yeah? You sure? I'm OK with the bags."

She nodded. "Yeah. Let's get a cab."

He gave her a shrug. "OK," he allowed and followed her out to the queue.

"I don't know if he'll talk to you," she told him after they had settled into the line.

Will looked at her. "He'll talk to me, Liv."

She shrugged. "I don't know he will. He won't talk to me."

"You're his mom," he told her.

She looked at him. "You're his dad."

"His super cool dad," Will added.

She snorted at that. "I don't know. I've told him a few times he needs to talk to you when you get home and he wasn't that amicable to that idea. And you guys … on the phone."

Will rolled his eyes. "Whatever. He's a little fuck on the phone, Olivia. It's easier to put him in his place when I can give him the look."

She snorted and shook her head at him. "Well, I've tried the look."

"My look is better than your look."

She laughed and hit him softly in the middle of the chest. "It is not. I've got years of practice refining that look in the interrogation room."

He gave her a smile. "Well, personally, I think your look is pretty terrifying. Ball shrinking, actually. But you aren't my mom."

"It should be extra terrifying to him," she nodded at Will.

He smiled. "Hmm, I don't know about that."

"What are we going to do about his asking about Kurt?"

Will shrugged. "We'll talk about it. We'll figure it out. I don't think we're going to figure it out from the airport to the house, Liv."

"We could try?" she suggested hopefully.

He gripped her hand. "We will. But I think you should tell me more about what the hell went on at school with him this week and at the ball field. I think we need to get that sorted before this Kurt crap. Don't let him derail us from the real issue here."

She sighed and examined the concrete. "I'm terrified about what the hell is going on there too."

He rubbed his thumb down the back of her hand. "Hopefully it's just teenaged drama."

She shrugged. "Doesn't teenaged drama involve some kid sacking you and calling you a faggot repeatedly?"

He put another kiss on the side of her head. "I don't know, Liv. But I guess given other possible scenarios, I kind of hope so."