A/N: Here is another chapter. I hope you like it. Please read and review, to see the next chapter quicker. I'm not a doctor so I could have stuff wrong but it's just a story.
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Two more months slowly went by and Olivia was still not pregnant. She was just getting more and more frustrated and angry after every negative pregnancy test result.
She was standing under the pulsing hot stream of water, just leaning against the cold, wet, blue tiled wall.
The shower door opened, startling her. She looked up to see that it was her fiance and he was already naked.
"Room for one more, angel?" The blue eyed man asked, oblivious to the tension.
Olivia cleared her throat and nodded. "Of course, honey," she answered, distantly.
Elliot stepped in and closed the door behind him. He gently cupped his lover's face in his hands. "What's going on in this gorgeous head of yours?" He asked gently, tapping the side of her forehead with his right index finger before placing it back on her cheek.
The brunette looked in to her man's cerulean blues and smiled sadly. "Nothing," she replied and went to step out of the shower. Avoiding. She was very skilled at that.
Elliot stopped her by wrapping his arms around her slender waist and gently pulled her back flush up against him. He rested his head on her shoulder, leaving his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. "What's wrong, Livvie? You can ask or tell me anything, babe. You know that."
The brown eyed woman sighed against Elliot and rested her own head against his as the steaming hot water pounded on her aching body. "I....I made an a....apointment with a doctor to...to see why I'm not getting p..pregnant, El. Every negative....pregnancy test result....is breaking m...my h...heart, piece by piece. I can't...take much more," she managed to say before a sob was unwillingly released from her throat.
Elliot planted light tender kisses on his lover's jawline and neck. "Are you sure you want to, angel?"
Olivia nodded and rested her head against his again, interlacing her fingers with his, resting on her belly.
"Ok, baby. When's the appointment?"
"I made it for today since it's your day off," she replied," it's at 11:45."
"Well it's about 9:30 now, so we have some free time."
"Can we please go down to the park for a while?"
"Sure, baby. You all washed?"
Olivia nodded.
"Well, go get dressed, baby, while I wash myself, ok?"
"Ok," she replied softly and got out of the shower, grabbing her big, fluffy lilac purple towel.
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Olivia and Elliot sat anxiously in the waiting room. Waiting for their names to be called. There were at least four other couples there. Two couples already had a child. Two children sat on the floor playing with the toys. Two little boys. One looked about three and the older one looked about five.
Elliot noticed his fiancee watching them, leg bouncing and her free hand on her belly. It felt so empty. He gently squeezed her hand.
Olivia rested her head on his shoulder with a soft sigh, still watching the two young boys.
A tall, athletic doctor with just above shoulder length sandy brown hair appeared with a chart in a hand. "Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler," she called out.
Elliot gently squeezed her hand again, reassuringly and the couple stood up.
They followed the slighty older doctor in to room and the doctor shut the white door behind them.
On the walls were posters of the different stages of pregnancy, a female reproductive system, a male's and other things. Behind her desk were her qualifications. Framed and hung up on the wall.
"Please take a seat," she said and sat at her desk.
She waited for the couple to take a seat and continued. "I'm Doctor Helena Stone. How can I help you beautiful people today?"
Olivia took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. "We've been trying to for a baby for about five months and I'm just not getting pregnant," she explained, nervously.
Doctor Stone nodded and took some notes. "Ok. Let's see what's going on here. I'll run some tests to make sure it's not your hormones off balanced or something. Menstrual cycle normal, Miss Benson?"
"It's Olivia and I guess they are. A lot of the time I get my period late though," she answered, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Elliot scensing her uneasiness, gently squeezed her hand and rubbed the back with his thumb, reassuringly.
Doctor Stone nodded again and added some more to her notes. "Ok, let's get this show on the road and see what's happening, shall we?"
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As the couple drove home, they sat in a very uncomfortable silence. Elliot braked at a red light and he put a gentle hand on her slender thigh, clothed in a pair of ¾ length black pants, gently squeezing it. He took a quick glance at Olivia and turned back to wait for the light to change. His fiancee was sitting there with her head against the window and he wasn't sure if she was asleep or not because she had her sunglasses on.
"Livia? Baby?" He spoke up and put his foot down on the accelerator when the light changed back to green.
Olivia slowly lifted her head from the window and lifted up her sunglasses off her eyes.
He could see the anxiety in her eyes, not knowing what was going to come back on the test results.
She was about to answer but was cut off by Elliot's cell phone. She sighed sadly and covered her eyes with the sunglasses again, resting her head back on the window.
Elliot sighed and pulled over on the side of the road. He pulled out his phone and answered it, professionally.
"Stabler."
"New case, Stabler. Need you to work with Fin on it. He's waiting for you at Mercy. Get your ass down there," the voice of his superior officer told him.
"On my way, Captain," he answered and hung up before turning to Olivia. "Gotta head down to Mercy for a case, baby. You can drive the car home from there, ok?"
"Whatever," Olivia muttered, bitterly.
She was hoping to be held and loved on by her fiance for the day. She'd never admit it but she loved it.
Elliot pulled away from the curb and done a u-turn, heading back toward Mercy.
"Baby, I'm sorry. It's a big case and they need me," he apologized.
The brunette ran a hand through her brown locks and shrugged. "Don't need to explain to me. You'd rather go to work then be with your fiancee, I understand," she spoke, coldly.
"Now you're starting say like some pushy wife, like Kathy was....." Elliot snapped, instantly regretting what he'd just said. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm....."
Olivia put up her hand to shut him up. "Save it, Stabler. Just..... Save it," she exhaled, refusing to even look at him. She couldn't.
The brunette was confused. How could she marry a man, who she frequently argued with, even if the passion was still there and they had toe-curling, hot, fiery sex all the time.
Elliot pulled up at Mercy General Hospital and turned off the car's engine. He took off his seatbelt and leaned over to kiss his lover goodbye, only for the brown eyed woman to lean back, away from the touch of his lips.
"Honey?" The hurt in his voice clearly evident.
She'd never recoiled from his touch or kiss, but he'd hurt her just moments earlier.
He sighed and opened the driver's side door as Olivia took off her seatbelt.
"I'm so sorry, baby. I love you. See you tonight," he said and got out of the car, heading toward the building.
The brunette opened the passenger door, got out and closed it behind her, all the while watching her fiance walk in to the hospital.
She walked around to the driver's side and got in. "You always are sorry.....And I always end up forgiving you," she murmured, softly and sadly.
It was true. She always ended up forgiving him eventually. The longest she'd held out was about twenty-six hours before she eventually melted and forgave him, falling in to his loving embrace. They'd ended up having rough make up sex, followed by second more softer, slower and more passionate round.
She turned the key in the ignition, started up the car and headed home. A quiet and lonely house. She was really considering buying a dog.
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It was really late by the time Elliot got him. It was 11:58pm when he put the key in the front door's lock and opened it. He walked in and locked the door again behind him, quietly.
The house was eerily quiet, but what confused Elliot was that all the house lights, in the common areas were on, but Olivia wasn't in the living room and the TV was turned off. An empty bowl and glass sat abandoned on the coffee table though.
"Liv?" He called softly and began to search the house for his fiancee.
She wasn't in the kitchen, dinning room, downstairs bathroom or laundry room, so he headed upstairs to continue his search.
"Liv?" He called out again, just as softly.
Getitng no response again, he walked in to the master bedroom. She wasn't there.
She wasn't in the bathroom or the spare bedroom, which hopefully would be converted in to a nursery soon. The last stop was the study.
That's where he found her. Asleep in the desk chair in front of the computer.
The computer hadn't been touched in a while, so the screen was black, saving power.
He kissed her forehead, to try wake her, but Olivia only rolled her head to the other side and sighed in her sleep. Exhausted, she was in a deep sleep.
He gently scooped her up out of the black leather four wheeled chair. "Come on, angel," he whispered, carrying her to bedd.
He laid her down on the bed and tucked her in. He leaned down and tenderly kissed her on the lips. "Night, baby."
Elliot walked back in to the study and moved the mouse, so he could shut down the computer. What he saw on the screen angered him.
His fiancee had been on an adoption website. She had clicked on a photo of a three week old baby boy and a profile had come up. His name was Logan Chase Hurley. Born to an unwed teenage mother in Washington Heights. He had some dark brown hair and sparkley sapphire blue eyes. He was a handsome little boy, Elliot had to admit, but he was still angry that Olivia was looking behind his back.
Elliot growled and shut down the computer before turning off all the house lights and going to bed.
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Olivia felt the bed dip under her man's weight and slowly woke up, slightly confused at how she got in to bed.
"Hey," she whispered, half asleep and went to kiss him but Elliot rolled away.
Olivia was hurt. She sniffled. "If anyone's angry, it should be me at you," she snarled.
"At least I didn't go behind your back!" Elliot seethed back.
Olivia sat up, furiously and glared at her fiance. "What the hell are you yapping about?"
"Looking up adoption, when you said that we'd at least wait till we got the test results back, Olivia!" He barked.
The brunette got up out of bed sharply, causing her to grab her left leg, wincing.
Her left leg still gave her some problems.
Seeing the flash of pain in her eyes, Elliot swallowed his anger. "You ok, Liv?"
Olivia shook her head and stormed in to the ensuite bathroom, slamming the door closed and locking it behind her.
He didn't even give her a chance to explain. She was only browsing for the possibility that they would have to adopt. She just wanted to see what was out there.
The blue eyed detective ran a hand down his face and sighed, tiredly. Not much sleep would be occuring in this house tonight. He got up out of bed and walked to the locked bathroom door. He sighed and was about to knock but was stopped by the sound of Olivia turning on the taps in the shower.
Elliot didn't remember hearing or feeling his fiancee come back to bed that night.