A/N: Here is the next chapter. I hope you like it. Please read and review. I've never been to Manhattan so if the address doesn't exsist, I'm sorry. It's only a story.
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The anniversary of that terrible night had finally come. It was exactly one year since she'd been shot. A year of trying to get her life back on track. Olivia would never forget that horrible night. She still had nightmares about it. Waking up in cold sweats, screaming for Elliot. Elliot was right by her side and comforting her everytime. The nightmares were either piece by piece replays of the night or different scenarios.
Elliot had been working for two days straight, leading him to forget about his promise to Olivia to be home with her. For her. Even after the loving phone call that they'd shared that morning to say that the case was almost closed and he would be home that night.
The Detective walked in to the house to find it dark and eerily silent. It was only 10:34pm. Olivia was usually lying on the couch, watching some late night talk show, with a pint of ice cream and spoon in hand. Something was not right. Olivia only went to bed early when she was sick and if she did she normally left the living room light on for him. She didn't sound sick on the phone that morning.
"Liv? Olivia?" He called out softly.
Getting no response, he switched on the living room light. He saw burnt out candles, which would have just illuminated the path made out of red and pink rose pedals. They were leading to the dining room.
"Oh shit," he mumbled to himself and followed the rose pedal path in to the dining room, where he ran a hand down his face and sighed sadly.
Everything was falling in to place. He'd forgotten. He'd forgotten what the day was. He'd forgotten the romantic date they'd set. The date was to show how far they'd made it together in the last year. The love that had blossomed from the tragedy, which had taken place three hundred and sixty-five days ago. Fifty- two weeks. Twelve months. One full year ago.
He had totally forgotten and gone out for a few beers with some fellow detectives, while Olivia had set up the house all romantic and had waited for him, only for him not to come home.
On the dinner table sat two plates of his most favourite meal, which he absolutely loved when Olivia cooked it for him. Burnt out candles sat centre on the table beside one empty wine glass. It appeared that the brunette had got sick of waiting for him. Lost hope and took the bottle of wine and a glass with her.
Oh boy, had he fucked up majorly. Life was going great for the couple, now he knew that the relationship would most probably be back at square one. He had some major sucking up to do and he needed to start right now.
He got to the bedroom to find the door shut. They never shut the door. There had never been a need to, since it was just the two of them and they'd seen each other naked. Never made love but had slept next to each other naked. Working their way up to love making.
Olivia's recovery had been the priority, leaving love making on the back burner, but tonight was going to be the night. Olivia thought she was finally up to it.
He put his hand on the door knob and went to turn it. The door was locked. His girlfriend was so hurt and angry that she'd locked him out of their bedroom.
He lightly tapped on the door with a closed fist. "Liv? Baby?"
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The former Detective lay in her bed, curled up in a tight ball and looked up at the alarm clock, hearing the key in the front door. She listened closely as her boyfriend entered the house and called out for her. Finding it that she was not still up.
She heard him murmur, 'shit,' before more foot steps, obviously heading in to the kitchen. He mumbled another curse word. She heard footsteps get closer to the bedroom, up the stairs. A light tap on the door followed and a call of her pet name.
She sniffled quietly and rolled over, choosing to ignore her live-in partner. He could sleep on the couch for all she cared. She could not believe that he had forgotten about their romantic date.
One he had suggested and Olivia had taken it as a sweet gesture. She had decided to do her own in return by setting up the house with scented candles, rose pedal path and romantic love music, only to be disappointed by him not showing up.
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Not receiving an answer, he tried again. "Baby, I know that you're awake, you're the lightest sleeper I know. Please let me in. I love you," he practically begged.
No answer, so he left the house. He was going to head to the nearest twenty-four hour convenience store, which happened to be five minutes away and totally worth it, if he could get the love of his life to forgive him for forgetting. He remembered that he was actually going to propose to her tonight. He was so ashamed of himself right now. He wouldn't blame Olivia if she hated him and never wanted to see him again. He just hoped that she didn't because he found out a long time ago that he was nothing without her.
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Olivia sprung up hearing the front door close. "Oh no, no, no, no," she whispered in a panic.
She was thinking that her love had walked out on her. Her life.
The brunette grabbed her cane from beside the bed and got up. She wobbled to the door.
She unlocked it, opened it and walked out as quick as she possibly could. Ditching the cane. It was just holding her back.
She took her time down the stairs, only to trip at the bottom. She knocked her head on the way down, knocking her unconscious.
"El....liot," she murmured and darkness took over.
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Elliot walked in to the house with a bunch of lillies and a box of chocolate. Something on the floor by the staircase caught his eye. It was Olivia. She was laying there unconscious. He dropped the newly bought items in his hands and ran to Olivia, kneeling dowin beside her.
"Baby? Liv? Wake up, baby, wake up," he murmured, caressing her cheek.
Olivia moaned and rolled her head to the side. "El?"
He grabbed his cell phone out and dialled emergency services. "Yes, baby, it's me. I'm calling an ambulance...Oh yes, Detective Elliot Stabler here. Manhattan Special Victims. Need an ambulance at 3214 West 82nd Street. My girlfriend fell down the stairs. I found her unconscious. She's conscious now though...."
"El...I thought you left me," she mumbled, groggily with her eyes closed.
Elliot leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. "I won't ever leave you, baby. You have every right to be angry with me right now," he whispered, stroking her cheek.
Olivia slowly opened her eyes and went to sit up but was stopped. "El..."
Elliot gently laid her back down again. "Lay down, sweetie. The ambulance is on the way."
"I don't need to go to hospital, El. I'm fine," she insisted and went to sit up again.
Elliot stopped her again. "Baby, please. At least get checked out. For me. Please."
"For you. Only if you promise never to leave me."
Elliot gently cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lips. "Never, baby. I'll never leave you. I love you so much and I'm so so sorry for forgetting our date. I'll make it up to you."
"I'll be waiting," Olivia joked.
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The medics gently placed Olivia in the ambulance and Elliot got in to the back, holding her hand. Never wanting to let go.
"I'm right here, baby. I love you," he whispered in her ear.
He kissed her cheek and sat back, never dropping her hand.
"Don't leave me, El,' she mumbled distantly.
"I won't ever leave you, baby. Ever," he promised his girlfriend. "I'd never leave my soulmate. My angel," he whispered, caressing the back of her hand softly with his thumb.
"Sir?" The EMT spoke up.
Elliot looked up at the young woman with coloured dark purple hair. "Yes?"
"How much alcohol did she consume?" She asked, professionally.
Elliot shook his head. "I...I don't know. I wasn't home when she drank the wine."
The nameless medic nodded. "We'll have to test her blood alcohol at the hospital."
Elliot nodded. "Sure," he muttered is answer and looked back down at Olivia.
Exactly one year later and she was headed back to the hospital, except for something completely different.
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The brunette woke the next morning to see Elliot sitting in the chair by her hospital bed, wide awake and holding her hand. He had a big smile on his face.
Olivia had been lucky only discovering that she had a mild concussion and that her blood alcohol was only on the border of being drunk. She would be just fine.
She felt something new on her left hand. On her ring finger to be exact. She looked down to see a beautiful white gold ring with three diamonds. A big one in the centre with a smaller one on each side. She looked over at the blue eyed man with a huge smile on her face.
"El? Really?" She gasped in a happy surprise.
"What do you say, gorgeous? Be my wife?" He asked, caressing her hand.
Olivia placed her left hand over Elliot's, which was resting on her right. "I'd be honoured to be your wife. Mrs Olivia Stabler. I love the sound of that. I love you."
Elliot leaned down and kissed her hand. "I love you too, baby," he answered.
He got up on the bed beside her, letting her cuddle in to his warm body.
Some twenty minutes went by in a comfortable silence. Elliot had his chin resting on Olivia's head, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his fiancee's shampoo and conditioner as he ran a soothing hand through the soft caramel brown locks with one hand and rubbed circles on her back with the hand that he had wrapped around her slender waist.
Olivia had her head resting comfortably on his broad chest. Content on just being. Content on just being held by her fiance.
Elliot kissed the crown of the brunette's head, being careful of the bump on her head from last night's fall.
"What you thinking about, angel?" He asked in a curious soft whisper.
Olivia looked up at her man. Looked in to his beautiful cerulean blues. Getting lost in them. Swimming in them. "Hmm?" She asked, dazed.
She'd been in her own little world.
Elliot tucked some loose hair back behind his love's ear and caressed her cheek. All the while not dropping contact with her gorgeous mocha brown orbs. "I aksed you, what you were day dreaming about, baby," he repeated smiling.
He saw her open her mouth before exhaling a breath and closing her mouth.
He cupped her cheek in his hand, which had been running through her long locks earlier. "What is it, angel? You can ask or tell me anything," he assured her.
"D-do....." she took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly before continuing, "do you want to have a child with me?" She asked, nervously.
The blue eyed man wiped a stray tear from his lover's cheek, which had fallen without her permission. "Y-yes, of course, I do, Livvie. I want a little girl, who looks just like her mommy and a son to teach how to play softball," he answered with certainty, caressing her soft olive toned cheek.
Olivia smiled. The first one to actually reach her eyes in weeks.
"There's that beautiful smile, I've been missing," Elliot said.
The brown eyed woman blushed. "S-so we're gonna have a family?" She double checked.
Elliot nodded and leaned down to kiss her on the lips, tenderly. "Most definitely. We will have a family, beautiful."
"Can we start soon?"
Elliot smirked. "We'll start as soon as possible, baby."