A/N: Sorry this took so long friends, my life has been real hectic lately. FYI: This chapter is pretty much fluff central so enjoy it! I should have another chapter up by Sunday night, hopefully!

Detective Olivia Benson-Moss walked into LaGuardia Airport with her heart all a flutter. Marrying Kurt Moss was the bravest thing she'd ever done. He loved her so much it scared her, so much he wouldn't let her go even when she tried to break up with him. Ever since they got married they've been completely inseparable, and each of the last 14 days without him had been a special kind of torture for her. She hated being alone now that she finally had someone to spend her life with.

She made her way toward the baggage claim area and scanned the crowd around the conveyor belt looking for his face. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a familiar-looking hand reach out and grab a familiar-looking Samsonite. She dove into the throng of travelers eager to get to him but when she reached the spot where she'd seen the hand, he was gone.

Just when she began to think it had been a mirage, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her waist. She closed her eyes and drank in his scent as he pulled her close to him. She spun in his arms and looked into his gorgeous blue-gray eyes, smiling at the love she saw in them. All the sudden, she was overcome with emotion; she put her arms around his neck, snuggled into his shoulder and started to cry.

Kurt was surprised; he frowned and hugged her tighter. "Oh, sweetheart I missed you too, it's ok, I'm here now."

"I know," Liv said sniffling, "just don't leave me anymore, ok?"

"I won't honey I promise. I love you so much."

"I love you more." Liv leaned her head up and looked at him again and they kissed; slowly and tenderly.

Then Kurt bent down to kiss her belly and Olivia saw something over his head that made her jaw drop.

Elliot Stabler got to La Guardia Airport at 7:55 more anxious than he'd ever been in his life. He knew he still had some time before Alex arrived and he decided to pace near the escalator. He'd promised himself he would stay calm. He had to stay calm, they couldn't both be freaking out at the same time and it sounded like she was already freaked out about something.

As he thought about her his mind drifted back to the last time he'd seen her. It had been, like she said, about 4 months ago. He'd missed her so much he took some vacation time to go see her in D.C. They'd talked for a while, about how things were in New York and about her trip to the Congo. They'd cuddled for a while and watched her favorite movie; it was really nice, until they decided to address the elephant in the room.

September 4, 2010

There was an awkward silence, Elliot looked at Alex, Alex looked at Elliot. "Why didn't come back to me?" Elliot asked, point blank. Another two second silence and then Alex burst into tears.

"Don't do that Lexy, you know I hate when you do that; just talk to me." Elliot said.

"Don't be mad at me please, I'm so sorry. I just- you freaked me out ok!"

"I freaked you out!"

"When you told me you were leaving her I didn't expect you to actually do it. You have 5 kids and over two decades together, why would I think you would give all that up for me?"

Elliot stared at her confused, "I told you that I love you, didn't you believe me?"

"Yes, but-"

"And you said that we couldn't be together because I was married. So now I'm not." He said bluntly

Alex was getting more upset now. "But Elliot, come on, I-I never wanted you to leave your family for me, l-I'm not worth it." She looked down at her feet.

Finally, Elliot understood. She felt guilty; ashamed even, she felt like she'd ripped apart his family.

She was crying again and it made Elliot's heart hurt. He hadn't meant to do this to her.

He let out a big sigh and went over and sat next to her. He took both of her hands and looked at her very seriously. "Lexy, my marriage was over a long time ago, I knew it, she knew it, my kids even knew it"

"Really?"

"Really. The only thing you did, was show me what real love is supposed to feel like; and help me to realize that I deserve to be happy," he tipped her chin up toward him, "and so do you. I love you Alexandra, and whether or not we're together, I will love you 'til the day I die."

She stared at him, and cracked a tiny smile; he then proceeded to kiss the hell out of her. The next thing both of them knew, they were in her bed; making love for the very first time. They'd wanted to for months, but she never gave in, not while he was still married.

It was magical, being with the person who has your heart. That night they felt connected forever.

They had to go back to their lives the next day. Elliot had to go home, Alex had to head back to the office; the hardest thing they both had ever had to do.

Present

It was now 8:05 and she had not shown up yet. His anxiety grew as he wondered what was taking her so long. He was beginning to draw attention to himself, what with the incessant pacing, so he decided to sit and stare at his watch. At 8:10 when he was an inch away from losing it he saw her, coming down the escalator. She was wearing a big blue parka that made her look like the Michelin man but matched her eyes perfectly. Her gorgeous long blond hair was cascading over her shoulders and framing her face perfectly around her rectangular-framed glasses.

When she got to the bottom she spotted him immediately and ran toward him. She dropped her carry-on three feet from him and ran straight into his arms. He lifted her off her feet and spun her around excitedly. She squealed happily and as he set her down she kissed him. Passion surged between them and Elliot grabbed a fistful of her hair and kissed her harder. When they finally let go of each other they were completely out of breath.

"Hi" she said smiling huge.

"Hi" he said back, "Wanna get out of here."

"Yeah"

Elliot picked up Alex's bag and then took her hand. They went and got her Louis Vutton luggage off the baggage claim, then they walked out of the airport, fingers laced with their eyes locked on each other. Neither of them noticed the female detective gawking at them from across the room.

Olivia was very quiet on the ride home with her husband. She sat in the passenger's seat stewing and feeling betrayed. Kurt kept looking over at her worriedly.

"Honey, are you all right?" he asked.

"I'm fine, I just, I can't believe he didn't tell me," she replied, "I mean really, they are my two best friends and neither of them found it necessary to mention the fact that they were screwing each other!"

"Livvie" Kurt gave her a calm-down look.

"Oh, don't Livvie me! I have every right to be upset about this! I mean Elliot's only been single for like six months! And she's been gone for like- oh my GOD!" she gasped and gripped Kurt's arm as an idea hit her.

"What!" he said, after he nearly careened off the road.

"What if…what if they were having an affair and that's why he seemed so eager to sign the divorce papers? Oh, that little slut!"

"Livvie come on, you don't even know what happened, stop the conclusion jumping."

She stared at her husband in disbelief. "I'm sorry, am I the only one who just witnessed the two of them having a tongue fight in the middle of a crowded airport? Why are you defending him?"

Kurt shrugged. "I don't know, I just don't think Elliot would've cheated on his wife, he's a good guy."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Yeah well, you're a good guy too, but if you ever do anything like that to me…"

Kurt took his eyes off the road completely and looked at her. "You know I would never, ever cheat on you right?" he asked seriously.

She locked eyes with him for a second and suddenly felt like an idiot. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I know, I know you wouldn't I just…I just can't believe he didn't tell me."

Meanwhile, at the Stabler residence…

By the time they got the front door Alex was a nervous wreck.

Elliot kept smiling at her on the way home, and she would feel better for a second before wanting to throw up again.

Now they were going down the hallway and she had to resist the urge to bolt in the opposite direction. If it wasn't for Elliot holding her hand she probably would have.

He put the key in the door and looked at her again. This time his face fell as he saw the anxiety clearly evident on her face.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing. I'm fine, I'm just…really tired" she answered.

He pushed open the door and led her inside. "Okay, well let's get you into bed and then we can…um… talk in the morning all right?" He smiled again.

She couldn't take it anymore. She bit her lip as her eyes started to tear up. "No, Elliot I think we need to talk about it now." She started to slowly unzip her parka. She turned toward the coat hanger next to the door and shrugged the parka off her shoulders. She had her back to Elliot while she hung it up. When she turned back around she had her eyes locked on his face and her hands on her belly. Her 4 ½ months pregnant belly.

When she turned around, Elliot at first nervously waited for her to say something. She just stared at him. His eyes slowly traveled down her body to where her hands were, wrapped around her midsection. She was naturally rail thin so her newly acquired roundness was quite visible. Then he heard her words that confirmed the obvious: "I'm pregnant". She said them so softly it was as if she was afraid to speak them. When he finally tore his eyes away from her belly and looked back at her face he could tell she was terrified and waiting for him to react.

He reached forward and put both his hands on her belly. He suddenly couldn't breathe. His heart started to beat faster as he tried to wrap his head around the fact that she had his baby inside of her.

"So," he said finally, "18 weeks…"

"…and 4 days" Alex finished.

"Okay"

She gave him a tiny smile as a single tear ran down her face. He pulled her toward him and hugged her for all he was worth; never wanting to let her go. She melted into his embrace and more tears came. They stood like that for a while, just holding each other.

What felt like an eternity later, Elliot loosened his grip on Alex. He looked down to see that she was fast asleep on his chest. He brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead. Then he scooped her up, carried her to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. He stared at her sleeping form for a moment and started to feel panicky. She's here, in my bed, and she's having my baby. He went to the bathroom to splash some cool water on his face and change into his pj pants. Get it together, Stabler.

When he came out she was looking at him with a soft smile on her face. He walked over, smiling too. She held her arms out to him and he leaned down, letting her wrap them around his neck. He gently climbed on top of her and started nuzzling her neck. She purred and brought her knees up on either side of him. Then she pulled his face up to hers and captured his lips. Soon he didn't know whose tongue was who's as their mouths meshed.

Elliot's head was getting fuzzy as stroked the soft skin of her arms; he loved how she tasted, how she smelled, how she felt. He loved every inch of her. He stuck both his hands in her hair, one of his very favorite parts of her.

Alex felt as if her body was ignited, every pore drinking in his essence, every nerve ending tingling with excitement and anticipation. She wants him but suddenly he stops. He leans up on his forearms and makes eye contact with her. She smiles and resists the urge to roll her eyes; he wants permission, he's so Elliot. She decides to tease him. She gets a very serious look on her face and pushes his chest away from her. His smile falters a bit and he looks confused. Then her smile returns as she throws her arms over her head and whispers, "Strip me."

He readily obliges, pulling off first her sweater, then her long-sleeve V-neck t-shirt, then her tank top. She's the lavender lace bra that he got her for her last birthday. He feels it softly; his fingers touch the skin underneath. She shivers and slides her arms around his neck again, pulling him closer.

Her jeans are stretchy at the top and slide easily over her hips, revealing the matching panties. He leans back on his haunches and removes them with his teeth. He runs his hands along her bare hips and soon his pants and boxers join the pile of clothes on the floor.

Her body is begging for it now, so when he comes back up she leans into him and they connect. He fills her up and she feels warm inside, he's gentle at first but gets more aggressive, this time he doesn't hesitate because she wraps her legs around him tightly and bites his neck; she loves his enthusiasm. It's just as perfect as the first time, maybe better because they're not so nervous. When it's over they lay in each other's arms, he's rubbing her tummy, their hearts are beating in sync, and they're lost in each other's eyes.

Soon she's asleep again. He watches her chest rise and fall slowly. He brushes a hand through her hair.

"She's so beautiful" he thought "and she's mine forever; I'm going to make damn sure of it."

He gingerly extricated himself from her arms and went to his sock drawer and slowly pulled it open. He retrieved his rolled up Argyle socks and pulled them apart. Out rolls a sterling silver jewelry box with the initials A.S. monogrammed on the top. They stood for Annemarie Stabler, his grandmother. Inside the box was a 6 karat Harry Winston engagement ring.

He took it out and stared at it, twisting it around in his fingers. He never felt so sure of anything in his life.

He went over and slipped it onto Alex's left ring finger, then kissed her hand. She didn't wake up.

Soon another A. Stabler will be wearing that ring.

Kurt stretched out on his bed, breathing in the scent of his Egyptian cotton sheets. They smelled like Olivia, his beautiful wife of almost three years. He wondered everyday how he had gotten so lucky, having such a phenomenal person love him enough to call him her husband. It had been excruciating being away from her for so long, it was like leaving half of himself behind for two weeks.

Just then the door to their walk-in closet opened and there she was, striking a sexy pose against the door frame and wearing the leopard print teddy that he'd bought her for their 2nd anniversary. He remembered when they'd argued about whether that teddy had really been for her. He wolf-whistled at her. She giggled and his insides melted.

She tossed her hair to one side and walked toward him seductively. He noticed how the sheer fabric curved gently over her baby belly. It swished when she walked and he thought about their little girl and how gorgeous she was going to be. Then she climbed on his lap and started kissing him and his thoughts were back to her and he ran his hands over her stomach for the briefest moment before sliding them under her teddy.

As they were getting reacquainted, Olivia thought about what a parallel universe she seemed to be living in. Her life was so radically different now she sometimes didn't even believe it. She never knew life could be this good. She never knew that she could be this happy.

She had the most wonderful husband in the world, in her opinion, and she was thrilled every day that she got to be his wife. She'd given him a piece of her and gotten a piece of him in return. She could be her real and true self around him. When she was with him she could laugh, cry, scream, rant; anything she was feeling she could give it to him and he could always make her feel better. He wasn't afraid to tell her when she was being irrational or paranoid or when a feeling she had was completely justified.

He even let her talk to him about her job, for however long or short she wanted. He let her get things off her chest and reassured her all the time that it wasn't her fault if she couldn't save someone. He worried about her everyday but he let her handle herself because he knew she could. Those rare times when she needed it, he protected her fiercely. He'd promised her that he would never let her get hurt again, emotionally or physically, and so far he had kept his promise.

Olivia Benson-Moss loved being a wife, so much so that she couldn't stand to be alone anymore. Couldn't. Stand. It. Being without Kurt the last couple weeks had brought back memories of being lonely and she hated it.

So as she made love to her husband, she smiled inwardly and outwardly, loving the feeling of being loved.

So yeah, this took me forever to write, I'm not very good at this kinda thing but I tried. And I made this chapter Casey-free, because it seems like you've had a lot of her lately. But don't worry, the next chapter involves everyone should be very interesting... PREVIEW!: Casey starts acting strange, Alex and Elliot have their world rocked and Olivia finally gets some answers and some more questions. :)))