A/N: Sorry for the shortness of the chapter again, I was busy again this week but if I get enough reviews, I will make sure the next chapter is longer. So, please read and review.

Disclaimer: Don't own anyone or anything.


Waking the next morning, Elliot stretched out his arms and when he felt that the mattress beside him was empty and cold, his eyes shot open and he sat up, trying to find Olivia, hoping she was still there. "Liv? Honey, where you at?" he called softly into the dark bedroom, the sunrise beaming in through the window providing minimal light.

When he received no answer he got up and headed downstairs. As he got closer to the living room, he could hear the hum of the television. The volume was on low and on a movie channel. Some romantic comedy was playing. Olivia's favorite movie but Elliot had no clue was it was called.

"Liv, baby?" he called softly again and walked around the couch.

He found his fiancée sound asleep with a blanket scrunched up at her feet, like she'd kicked it off in her sleep. He squatted down beside the couch and caressed her cheek, delicately. "Sweetie, wake up," he whispered.

Olivia groaned at being disturbed but upon opening her eyes, she smiled up at Elliot. "Hey," she whispered groggily. Her eyes trying to focus clearer.

"Hey, baby. How are you feeling this morning?" he asked gently, putting his hand on her forehead. To check her temperature.

"I'm okay," she replied, although she wasn't feeling much better.

"Well you feel a little cooler. Why were you sleeping on the couch anyway? Couldn't you sleep?" he asked, stroking back her hair.

"I was sick a few hours ago," she replied, eying the clock on the DVR.

"Aww, I'm sorry. You still feeling nauseous?"

Sitting up, Olivia shook her head. "No, I feel okay now," she reassured him.

"Okay, do you think you could eat something and keep it down without a problem?" he asked, helping her up off the couch.

"I don't know but I'll try," she said and kissed him on the lips.

Elliot returned the kiss and nuzzled noses with her. "Thank you."

"For what, hon?" she asked confused, looking at him with a slight tilt of her head.

"For not being stubborn, gorgeous. For actually attempting to eat something," he said and kissed her again. "Let's get some breakfast. What would you like to eat?" he asked as he pulled out a chair for her.

Olivia sat down and he pushed her up to the table.

"I think I will just try some toast with peanut butter. See if I can hold that down first," she replied, still half asleep, rolling her neck, which was sore from sleeping on the couch.

"Okay," Elliot said and kissed her forehead. "Toast with peanut butter it is for my gorgeous fiancée.

"Thank you, El."

"No problem, baby. It's the least I could do," he said as he moved around the kitchen.

"El, honey, stop blaming yourself for giving me the stomach flu. It's not your fault," she told him firmly but gently.

Elliot sighed and grabbed the tub of peanut butter down from the top cupboard above the microwave as the toast cooked in the toaster. "I know, baby, but I can't help but blame myself cause I did give it to you," he said, grabbing a butter knife. "I had it and you took care of me while I did, so it's the only logical explanation."

Olivia got up from the chair and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. "Well please stop blaming yourself because I don't blame you for it. What do you think is going to happen when we have children, huh? They going to get illnesses and we'll probably catch some of them because we'll be exposed to it just by being with them and nursing them back to health," she whispered and kissed the side of his neck, trying to make sure that he got her point.

Leaning into her embrace, Elliot nodded. "Yeah, you're right," he replied and pulled the toast out when it popped up. "Why don't you sit back down and I will give you your toast?" he said as he began to butter the two slices of bread.

"Okay," Olivia replied and sat back down at the table to wait for her breakfast, still unsure if she'd be able to keep it down but she was determined to try.

Taking the first bite, Olivia chewed and swallowed it slowly, glad when it went down without problem or protest.

"How did it go down?" Elliot asked, swallowing his own bit of chewed toast.

"Okay so far. But don't jinx it," Olivia tried to joke before taking another cautious bite.

Elliot smiled as he watched Olivia finish off her breakfast, luckily nauseous free. Maybe he hadn't given her the stomach flu after all, maybe it was just something she'd eaten the day before, which hadn't agreed with her stomach. He really hoped that's what it was and now she'd recovered.

Only he had thought too soon when he watched Olivia suddenly get up and bolt toward the bathroom with her hand covering her mouth, shortly followed by the familiar sound of vomiting.

"Damn it," he muttered to himself and headed into the bathroom to support his fiancée, thinking about how he'd been doing this when she was finally pregnant with his child.

His and Olivia's child.

A product of the both of them..

A child made out of love.

He smiled and headed into the bathroom. "You okay, honey?" he asked, compassionately as he grabbed a hand towel from the towel rack and wet it with cold water.

Olivia whimpered and rested her head on the back of the toilet seat, taking slow deep breaths, fighting the nauseous feeling running through her stomach.

"Liv?" he asked again concerned, still wetting the hand towel, making sure it was cold.

"Hmmm." Olivia moaned, shaking her head, refusing to open her eyes or move her head from the back of the toilet seat.

"Okay, okay," Elliot whispered compassionately and knelt down behind her on the tiled floor. "I'm here for you, baby," he assured her as he wiped her face, neck and arms with the cool, damp cloth. Only stopping from wiping her face when she started to toss her cookies again. When she got another reprieve, she looked at Elliot with a sad, watery smile but a smile none the less and said, "Just think. In the next couple years, we could be in this exact same situation again but cause it's morning sickness and not the stomach flu." A hint of happiness easily detectable in her voice.

"And I can't wait, sweetie. Can't wait to have a baby with you," he whispered and kissed her head as he rubbed her back offering as much support as he could.