The front door shut quietly, and the slow click clack of the captain's boots filled their home, joining the noises of Elliot making dinner in the kitchen and the boys arguing over what video game to sneakily play before homework.
"Hey, baby. How was today?" El asked, tossing a smile over his shoulder before turning back to the meal he was preparing for them.
She didn't answer, just slipped her arms around his narrow waist and buried her head in the space between his shoulder blades.
"Carisi called me with an update and to vent. What do you think?" He asked, answering his own question as he finished chopping, set the knife down, and turned in her arms.
"I think…" she sighed, finally looking up at him. "That I'm so, so glad and thankful that you're a good man, Elliot Stabler."
He opened his mouth to respond just as Bernie and the boys shuffled into the kitchen.
"He is a good man, but can't seem to keep himself away from explosions," she sighed, shaking her head.
Both boys groaned.
"Grandma!"
"Grandma Bee!"
"What!" She exclaimed.
"'Don't tell mom about the explosion,'" Eli mimicked his father in a deep voice.
"'She already knows about it,'" Noah added, in a high pitched one, 'she's a damn captain, Elliot!'"
"'But on the off chance she doesn't,'" Eli said in the deep voice again.
El and Liv were both laughing as Bernie waved them off.
"That conversation never happened," she promised.
"Uh huhhhhhh," Noah drawled.
"Whatever you say, Gram," Eli snickered.
"Leave your parents alone," she said, changing the subject and ushering them out or the kitchen. "Your mom and dad work too hard to deal with your shenanigans after a hard day!"
The boys were cackling as they allowed the 90 year old to lead them from the kitchen. Her stubbornness and confidence tickled them, which was a reprieve from El and Liv's growing worry about her memory fading away.
"By the way, Elliot, I don't need a babysitter!" She called, shuffling back from the living room just enough so that she could get her point across with a look.
"Mama," he began, stopping when Liv squeezed him.
"Though I do like that Jet character. She looks like she could be yours," she motioned between the pair.
"Yeah?" He asked, puffing his chest out enough for Liv to see.
"Yeah," she said, "and we're getting tea tomorrow." She added, waving a finger at them before shuffling out of sight again.
"Why does the thought of us having a baby together get you so hot and bothered?" She asked softly, once his mother and their sons were out of ear shot.
"What?" He asked, looking back down to her as she took a step towards him.
"You heard me."
"It doesn't."
"Pregnancy kink," she mused.
"No!" He laughed, resuming the playful argument started weeks before.
"You have a boner."
"I have a boner cause your tits look amazing in that shirt and I want nothing more than to bury my face in them," he mumbled, dropping his head to kiss her as she let out a soft moan.
His hands dropped to her ass, squeezing and pulling her pelvis into his own.
"Oh gross!" Eli exclaimed, dramatically covering his eyes as he walked in.
"What!" A nosey Noah called to him.
"Mom and dad are making out in the kitchen and now I'm blind," he groaned, shuffling out of the area, hand still over his eyes.
"Ewwwwwwww," Noah shrieked from his bedroom.
Liv was in stitches, and El, who still had two handfuls of her ass, only pulled her closer.
"What's up with the mom?" He asked, dropping his head to her pulse point to plan several small kisses.
"Was gonna ask you the same thing," she said, willing herself to step back from him despite her body wanting no part of the separation. "Seems to only be doing in context of talking about us.. not to my face. Kinda like you do," she winked.
"Should we talk to him about it?"
"I don't know, you're the parenting expert."
"Baby, you have six kids."
"I didn't say I was any good at it," he chuckled.
"Let me think on it," she smiled small, leaning up to peck his lips. "Hey?"
"Hmm," he asked, taking hold on her hips again and gently rolling his into her's.
"I was serious, you know."
"'Bout what," he growled, dipping his fingers into her waist band, and stopping his advancements only when she placed her hands flat on his chest.
"Thank you… for being a good man, Elliot. And then you for not getting blown up," she added with a wink.
He breathed out a low chuckle and kissed her slowly.
"I love you, Liv. Go get in the shower. Let me shut this off and I'll be in in a moment."
"Mooooom I need help with maaaaath," Noah's voice rang out from his room.
"Ooooor not," Elliot chuckled sadly.
Liv was laughing as she let her hands fall to cup the impressive outline in his slacks.
"I'll take care of you later, daddy," she said in a low, husky tone before winking and strutting from the kitchen.
"Fuck's sake, Liv," he grumbled after her.
She was stood in their bathroom later that night, examining herself in the mirror, post shower.
Her hair was wet and hanging on her shoulders, and her skin was a tinge of red from its heat.
Thinking she was alone, she dropped her towel, letting it pool at her feet as she turned from side to side, finally settling her hands on her belly that had grown soft with age.
"Whatcha doing?"
His deep voice made her jump and her head shot up to make eye contact with him in the mirror.
"I didn't think you were in here."
"Snuck in," he said, approaching and standing behind her.
He snaked his hands around her waist, settling atop of her's that were still on her belly.
"Talk to me," he said, lips pressing to her shoulder.
"Sometimes I hate you," she admitted softly, but squeezed his hand anyways.
"Sometimes I hate me too," he nodded. "What do you think she'd have looked like?"
"She?"
"Always thought we'd have a girl."
"Oh…"
"So?"
"I don't… I always just imagined she'd have blue eyes."
"Hmph."
"What? What about you?"
"You," he answered. "That's what I'd hoped for anyways."
"You thought about it?" She asked, making mirror eye contact with him again.
"More than I'd ever admit to you."
She let our a soft, half-hearted chuckle and relaxed back against him.
"You'd have looked so incredible pregnant, baby. I'm so sorry we never got to do that together."
"I am too," she whispered, her eyes welling up and her voice deep with emotion. "I am too."
"You know you did something so much better than pushing out a baby we most likely would have conceived in the cribs, right?"
Her laugh then was genuine. "Oh?"
"Mhm," he nodded, adjusting his hands so that one was circled around her waist and the other was spreading her legs slowly apart.
"What's that?" She whispered, eyes slipping shut.
"You gave a home to a little boy who'd not have been so lucky if you hadn't been the one to find him," he whispered, slipping his fingers through her hot, wet folds. "And?"
"And?" She echoed.
"Look at me… at us."
Her brown eyes fluttered open again, finding his now deep blues ones as he slipping two long and thick fingers inside of her.
"And you gave a home to an older boy who'd have most certainly lost his way if it weren't for you."
A tear rolled down her cheek in response, and after he'd removed his fingers from her and wiped it away, he spun her around until she was pressed against the cool wall of their bathroom, just across from where the mirror sat propped against the other.
She allowed him to manipulate her body after he rid himself of his clothes; pull on leg around his hips gripping a handful of her ass to steady her other.
"Both of those things?" He whispered, as he slid into her with ease and her head dropped against his chest. "So much more incredible than if I'd knocked you up and you pumped out a bunch of little Stablers."
She nodded into his chest, a few more tears dropping but still, allowing herself to get lost in the feeling on him inside of her, pumping a slow rhythm that made her pussy clench reflexively.
"But still… I beat myself up for it everyday," he said, moving a hand from her leg to her cheek, forcing her head up to his. "Cause what I would give to have seen you pregnant with my baby, Olivia…"
The trailed off, the sentiment leaving his throat as a growl.
"El," she whimpered in both arousal and emotion.
The speed and power of his thrusts had increased, forcing her eyes to the back of her head.
His words of love and desire continued in her ear in a low grumble.
"Swollen with my baby… tits fucking doubling; glowing and horny… you'd have been so fucking horny, baby."
"I'm gonna cum," she gasped suddenly, taking handfuls of his flesh as her body shook and a low groan filled the bathroom.
His hand was covering her mouth in an instant, muffling the sounds of her first orgasm before falling to her neck and squeezing.
"But I know now you were always fucking horny back in the day."
She gasped for air when he loosened his grip to give her a short reprieve and opportunity to answer his question.
"How," she croaked out before he tightened his grip again.
"Touch your clit, baby," he instructed. "I know cause now I know your signs.
"Yeah?" She mewled, doing as she was instructed despite the sensitivity of the bundle.
"Especially when you'd come from a date… when I'd clearly interrupted something," he couldn't help but smirk.
"El I'm-"
"I can feel you, baby. I'd have loved to make you cum at your desk after one of those dates," he grunted breathlessly as the speed of his hips increased. "Let go again for me."
"Fuuuuuck," she whined, dropping her hand as she came with an intense shudder that had her clamping down on his cock.
"I'm gonna cum," he grunted.
"Fill me up baby," she begged breathlessly as he exploded into her with a guttural grunt.
"Shut Olivia… fuck…"
His thrusts slowed as he emptied himself into her; pressing his lips to her's in slow, languid kisses until he softened enough to slip from her, breaking the seal that held his cum deep in her cunt.
"I love you… and I love everything we have," she whispered finally.
"I know… I love you too and… I just…"
"You've given me more than I could've ever hoped for," she said after silencing him with a kiss.
"You're getting me worked up again and we need to say night to mama and the boys," he said, pulling back from her.
"Let me take care of you again later… daddy."
"Woman," he groaned.
"And by the way?"
"Yeah?" He asked, stepping back and turning the water on so he could rinse off.
"Never say anything about not having a pregnancy kink again," she winked, holding back her giggle as his cock twitched and his jaw dropped.