A/N: I DO NOT own any part of the Law & Order franchise, or the rights to the song Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA.

Lay All Your Love On Me

"Hey there."

John felt hands over his eyes. He pushed Jodi's arms away, looking up at her from his plate of wings. Well this was a first. She was actually initiating a conversation with him?

"Hi?" he said cautiously.

She put her hands on her hips, wearing a tight tank and the worlds shortest shorts.

"Oh?" he raised his eyebrows, his eyes movign up and down her body, which she had really revealed for the first time in a month.

There was more of a curve to her sides and hips, but she wasn't much bigger than she was before.

"So...I'm back down to my original weight. How about you meet me in the bedroom?"

John turned around, looking back down at his wings before taking a swig from his Bud and clearing his throat.

"No thanks." he shrugged, not even bothering to look back at her.

Jodi hesitaed before responding.

"What?" her voice quivered.

"No thanks. I'm fine."

There was no sound before he heard a loud crash behind him. Turning around quickly he looked to find a shattered plate on the ground between her feet.

She stared at him, her eyes brimming with tears.

Before John could even say anything else she stormed out of the room, leaving him there do deal with the mess he had just made.

TFA

"You alright man?"

Anthony Sr. looked up, grasping the picture of his grandchildren tightly before nodding silently, not trusting himself to speak.

"Well, Warden wants to see you."

"Why?"

Teddy shrugged.

Anthony sighed, scooting back from the small table he had been sitting at then standing up. As he did so he couldn't help but glance down at the daily reminder of where he was. The orange jumpsuit that gave him constant reassurance of where he was. That he would never be free.

Well, that wasn't true. His release date was coming up within the next few years, but that truly seemed like an eternity. Especially considering the fact that he had missed one of the most important moments of his daughters life. It was by the grace of God he had gotten to go to the wedding. There was no way he could ask to see his grandchildren. He was a convicted murderer. Favors like that only game by once in a lifetime.

He looked around, his eyes traveling over a group of inmates laughing raucously in the corner. For some being in here was just like being anywhere else. The only difference between this and a sports bar were the living arrangements and lack of alcohol. Other than that they had a good old time.

But not him.

He knew he was being punished, and for that he had to accept responsibility.

"Where you headed Stanford?"

He looked up as one of the guards walked down the hall towards him, eyeing the group catiously.

"Warden wants to see me." he shrugged.

The guard nodded.

"Hey, I heard about your daughter by the way. Congradulations, you must be proud."

"Proud as I can be from in here." he shrugged.

"Don't worry man. Half the officers here are pushing for your early release. You'll be out soon." the guard patted his back before grabbing his nightstick.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he yelled at the group in the corner.

Anthony tropped on. Even if he did get out soon it wasn't like he was going to have the fun easy life after that. He would be branded a criminal. Even if his actions had been justifiable.

But it was his fault, and he took all responsibility.

TFA

"Oh now look at her. She is absolutely precious."

Jodi smiled as she sipped her tea, watching her "friends" fawn over her children. In the corner her friend Tessa's son Aaron sat on the floor, playing with a truck.

Ophelia squirmed, turning her head and watching all the women bent over her. Nicolette was asleep beside her, and Andrew was sitting in Jodi's arms after she patted his back after a feeding. He really was more spoiled than anything. He generally got the most attention and Jodi had bought him more things than the twins combined.

He burped, whimpering before Jodi looked down, smiling and pressing her lips to his head of red hair. She pulled his warm body to hers, feeling nothing but overwhelming love for him. They were all she cared about.

Andrew rested his head in her chest, settling back off to sleep like he spent most of his time doing.

Of course there was a person missing from all of this. The most important person. Betsy. She should have been there. She should have been on the couch, cacklign wildly as she watched all of those trust-fund bitches make baby faces and coo wildly. She should have been exchanging glances with Jodi as the two silently shared jokes.

But she wasn't.

Jodi sighed, trying to hold back tears for a moment. She had been so occupied with the kids she hadn't even been able to make a trip up to the hospital to see her best friend.

From what she was heard she was doing pretty well, but she was afraid for lack of better words. The police were bombarding her for information that she refused to answer, knowing full well what it would get her.

She looked up suddenly as she heard the front door slam. Looking from the room she saw John open the door, stepping inside. His eyes met hers and he took of his coat without a word before walking down the hall towards the kitchen for his usual after-work beer.

Jodi sighed. They hadn't spoken since the fight. If she could really even call it a fight. More of him just ignoring her for unexplained reasons.

She had spent so much time getting back into shape, working out like crazy and pretty much starving herself for him, and what did he give her in return? Not so much as a catcall.

She jumped, looking down as Nicolette began to cry loudly. Her face turned red and Ophelia fidgeted, just about to do the same.

Jodi moved to put Andrew down but he suddenly awoke, clinging to her sweater fiercly.

"Come on sweetie, I need to feed your sister." she said gently, trying to pry him from her but his face scrunched, preparing to cry.

Jodi sighed, her friends moving forward to help but she stopped them. At this age she wasn't comfortable with anyone else touching her kids.

"Someone please get John." she sighed.

Before anyone even got up he appeared in the room, hearig the children cry down the hall.

"What's going on?" he asked, barely looking at her.

"Feeding." she sighed.

He nodded, walking over and ignoring the girls before taking Andrew off her hands and leaving the room with him.

Jodi pulled Nicolette up, grabbing an already prepared bottle and giving it to Nicolette.

Almost instantly she settled down, sucking wildly and looking up at her mother.

Jodi couldn't help but smile. No matter what was wrong in her life, getting one look from her children really did make it all better.

TFA

"So much for that."

Elizabeth giggled, putting her legs across Trevor's lap.

They hadn't even really began to move yet. All of Elizabeth's things were packed in boxes around the hotel room, and Trevor had barely even set foot in the door before they both ended up naked on the couch.

"Eventually we will have to actually start moving things. This is nice though." Trevor grinned, looking down at her.

"That it is." Elizabeth smiled up at him, pushign a handful of her red hair behind her head.

Trevor grabbed a handful, staring at her as though she were some sort of once-in-a-lifetime phenoman.

"What?" she asked.

"I just love your hair when it's like this. You know, after we have sex."

"My hair is terrible!" she exclaimed.

"No, it's gorgeous. Sexy."

"You liar." Elizabeth grinned, leaning forward and kissing him. Her hair was a sweaty tangled mess on top of her head. There was absolutely no way that it was sexy. She loved how sweet he was about everything though.

"Why are you so sweet?" she asked.

"Because I love you."

As he said the words Elizabeth sat completely still, not having heard the words in so long.

"W-what?" she stammered, looking up at him.

"Elizabeth Lynn Stanford...I love you."

TFA

John looked over at Jodi as she slept, her body having absolutely no contact with his.

He then glanced down at the hard bulge in his pants. He had just awoken horny as hell, and the answer was sitting right next to him.

"Jodi?" he whispered.

They hadn't spoken in two days. More like awkwardly running around each other. There were brief exchanges of one-word sentences, hand-offs of the children, and flinting glances.

He moved over, shaking her gently.

"Whaat?" she groaned, not opening her eyes.

"Hey." he mumbled, moving a hand and grasping one of her breasts, still large from breastfeading. She now looked like Lisa Ann except with tits about two sizes bigger.

She smacked his hand away, turning on her side.

"C'mon." he coaxed, moving over and spooning with her, letting her feel how hard she was.

She made an undescribeable sound before rolling out of the bed, standing up and turning on one of the lamps next to the bed.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she asked, rubbing her eyes, her red hair piled in a mess on top of her head.

"Touching my wife?" he shrugged.

"What, so you can not talk to me for about a fucking week and then expect me to just have sex with you?" she snapped, narrowing her green eyes.

"You're the one who fucking went off the deep end because I wouldn't have sex with you the other day?"

She opened her mouth, crossing her arms over her large chest before shaking her head. Walking across the room she opened the double doors to her closet, slamming them and disappearing inside.

"What the fuck?" John muttered, getting out of the bed and grabbing his glasses before stormign across the room. As soon as he opened the doors she emerged, wearing a hoodie and a pair of Juicy sweats.

She grabbed her car keys, pushing past him.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Don't worry about it. Bottles in the fridge." she snapped before grabbing her own glasses and slamming the door behind her, leaving John alone in the room.

He looked down, still hard and sighed. Fuck this.

TFA

"Remember the time we left took all those male enhancement fliers and plastered them across Mr. Hewings' room?"

Betsy nodded, laughing loudly along with Jodi before turnign and grabbing her friends hand.

"Jo, why are you here?" she asked.

Jodi's smile disappeared from her face, and she narrowed her eyes through her glasses.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

After leaving the house she had all but sped tot he hospital, going to find the one person she could tell anything to. She almost had to bribe the nurse into letting her in but she finally made her way in.

"It's two in the morning. You have three kids that aren't even a month old. From what I've been told you haven't even been out the house in the past few weeks. You're not wearing contacts, which you told me you always do because of John. Obviously you don't care anymore. So what's going on?"

"Uh...visiting my best friend who's in the hospital?" Jodi shrugged.

"At two in the morning? You're a good liar but your logic sucks. You and the old man fighting or something?"

Jodi sighed, dropping Betsy's hand before bringing her knees to her chest.

"Nothing we're just...I dunno. I can't say we're really fighting. We're just..."

"Fighting?" Betsy raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah I suppose. We've barely even talked to each other in the past few weeks let alone days."

"Tell me everything."