A/N: Wasn't too impressed about the reviews last chapter. So please read and review if you want to see the next chapter.
Disclaimer: Own nothing except Keith.
Olivia looked over at Casey as she rubbed the small puff of her belly.
The pregnant best friends were headed to the mall for some baby shopping and Casey was driving.
The brunette took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly as the red head put on the indicator, checked if it was safe and turned on to another street.
"Case...."
Casey took a quick glance at her friend and turned back to the road ahead. "What's up, Liv?"
"W-why didn't you tell me that you were pregnant?" She asked hurt and betrayed, "How far along are you?"
The ADA licked her lips and rubbed her belly softly and quickly with one hand before putting it back on the steering wheel to turn in to the parking lot of the mall.
She parked the car in an empty spot near the building and turned off the engine. She took off her seatbelt and turned to her best friend in the passenger seat, who had already taken off her own belt.
"Liv...." The strawberry blonde started and waited for the brunette to turn to face her.
When Olivia turned to look at her, she could see some stray tears falling down her olive cheeks.
"Liv, I.....I didn't tell you because of all of the trouble you've been having lately. I'm eighteen weeks with a little boy," Casey informed her.
"I should be the one to make the decision of what I can and can't handle," Olivia sobbed.
"Oh, honey, honey. Keith and I are here for you and the baby too, ok? Come here," she assured Olivia and embraced her.
Olivia started to control her breathing and the tears eventually stopped. She gently pulled back and cleared her throat. "Thanks," she whispered, slightly embarrassed.
Casey rubbed the brunette's arm. "No problem, Liv. It's what friends are for. Let's go shopping, huh?"
Olivia nodded and the women got out of the white sedan.
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Elliot took a swig from the bottle of beer in his hand. He'd promised his fiancee that he wasn't going to get drunk, so he was going to make sure that he was only going to have a couple drinks.
"She's going to be so stubborn, Keith. I just know it," Elliot sighed, after Keith explained to him and Pre-eclampsia.
"Well just be there for her. Love on her, support her, Elliot. If she bites, don't bite back. Try calm her down for herself and the baby, ok?"
Elliot nodded, slowly. "That's going to be hard," he mumbled.
"Hold back any anger, you have to. She can't get stressed out, man, 'cos it could elevate her blood pressure and she could end up in hospital and needing a c-section to get the baby out in a rush, if it gets bad enough," Keith explained to his friend.
The detective scrubbed a hand down his face, taking in what the stock broker was telling him. "As I said, that's going to be hard but I know I need to do it for the sake of Olivia and the baby."
Keith nodded and patted the man's shoulder. "Yeah, it is going to be hard, man, but when you feel the anger rising remember the situation and take slow deep breaths. Beat a punching bag later, don't use your pregnant fiancee as a verbal punching bag, ok?"
Elliot nodded again and took another swig of his beer. "Thanks, man. This chat has been a huge help. I had no idea what to say or do for her earlier. She said I'm helping her by just being there for her, but it sure doesn't feel like it."
Keith sighed and patted the detective's back. "Olivia loves you so much, you can see it in her eyes. She doesn't have to verbalize it, Elliot. If she says you're helping her by being there, then you are," he assured the other man.
Elliot shook his head slowly and picked up the TV remote. "Want to watch the basketball game?"
Keith nodded. "Sure, man. I want to see my team kick some butt," the stock broker joked.
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Olivia picked up a little blue top with a red stitching. In white writing on the front, it said, 'Mommy's Lil Guy.'
She smiled. "You want the green one of this?" She asked Casey putting the tiny top in her shopping cart. For some reason she had a strong feeling that she was having a little boy. A strong sense.
Casey furrowed her brow. "You don't even know what you're having yet, Liv," the ADA said with a light friendly laugh.
The former detective shurgged her shoulders. "I have a strong feeling that I am having a boy, ok?" She answered, getting a little defensive.
Casey put a hand on Olivia's arm. "Liv..."
Olivia cleared her throat. " Do you want the green one or not?" The brunette interrupted.
The red head sighed. "Sure."
Olivia nodded and put the tiny green top in her friend's shopping cart.
The women moved in to the next isle, which consisted of baby carriages, strollers, cribs, bassinettes and car seats.
Casey walked down it to look at a bassinette. It was a pale blue and white one with a mobile attached to it and had wheels for easy movement. Just in case, she wanted to move it from the nursery to the living room, so the baby could be in the room with her.
She picked up a box and put it in her shopping cart. She looked behind her to see that Olivia was not behind her. The ADA could not see the former detective anywhere.
"Oh shit," she murmured and went to the next isle, which consisted of baby toys.
That was where she found Olivia.
"Liv?"
Olivia turned to her and she could see her tears as she held a soft newborns' toy in her hand.
Casey slowly approached and rubbed her friend's back. "Liv? What's wrong, honey?" She asked, gently.
Olivia licked her lips and put the toy back. " T-take me home, Casey. I...I c-can't d-do this."
The strawberry blonde sighed and put her hands on her friend's shoulders, looking deeply in to her scared mocha browns.
"Honey, shh, shh, take some deep breaths and settle down," the ADA cooed.
Olivia did as she was told and slowly began to calm down. She exhaled another deep breath. "Ok, ok," she murmured.
Casey nodded. "Ok, Liv. Tell me what's wrong. Talk to me, honey."
"I-I'm scared that I'm going to lose him or her," she whispered, rubbing her small baby pouch.
Casey embraced her best friend. "Just because you have Pre-eclampsia does not mean you will lose the baby, Liv. Try think positively, ok?"
Olivia pulled back. "I want to go home. Please take me home."
"Liv...."
"I want to go home," Olivia stressed.
"What about this stuff, Liv?"
"You can pay for your stuff while I go to the bathroom," the brunette said and walked away.
Casey sighed and rubbed her ever swelling stomach, soothing her active unborn baby boy. She picked up the items in Olivia's cart and put them in to her own and headed to the check out.
All Olivia had grabbed was the 'Mommy's Lil Guy' top, a pack of three onesies, white, yellow and navy blue; a pair of tiny white and blue stripped socks and a light blue blanket.
"She better hopes she's having a boy," Casey said to herself as she looked at all the blue items.
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Casey got back to her car after standing in a long check out line, paying for all her items and making a trip to the bathroom, she found Olivia standing against the sedan, eating a hot dog and a bottle of juice in her hand.
"Hungry much?" Casey joked and unlocked the car.
Olivia laughed and took a sip of her juice. "Baby had a craving, ok?'
Casey opened the trunk and put all the bags in, making sure to grab out a packet of chips to eat on the way home.
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The basketball game had just finished and Keith was cheering that his team had won, when Olivia and Casey walked in to the house.
Elliot got up and embraced his fiancee and kissed the crown of her head. "Hey, baby. How was shopping? Where are the things you bought?" He asked, curiously, seeing that she was empty handed.
Olivia shook her head and pulled back. "I'm tired. I'm going for a nap. Thanks for today, Casey," she said and went upstairs.
Elliot looked at the ADA confused. "What was that? What happened? Why is she upset, Casey?"
"She's scared that she's going to lose the baby, Elliot," she replied and passed him a bag, which contained the stuff that she had paid for, for Olivia. "This is the stuff that she was going to buy before she panicked."
Elliot took the bag and put it on the coffee table, grabbing his wallet to pay her back.
Casey put her hand up. "Woah! Woah! Stabler, it's my gift, ok?"
Elliot chucked his wallet back on the coffee table. "Thank you, Casey."
Casey took Keith's hand. "No problem. Go and lay down with Olivia. She'll love the company...Come on, honey."
"Bye, Elliot."
"See you, Keith," Elliot replied and watched the couple leave.
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The blue eyed detective walked in to the room to find his fiancee sound asleep on the bed. Curled up on her left side, keeping her weight off her left leg by having her leg and knee bend out. Her hand was on her stomach and the other was wedged between her head and the pillow, as she snored softly.
Elliot unfoled the covers on the other side of the bed, gently lifted Olivia up and laid her back down on the bed, on the unfolded side. Olivia sighed in her sleep and moved her head as Elliot tucked her in.
He kissed her cheek and tip-toed out of the master bedroom, softly closing the door behind him.
He was going to do all the house work for Olivia and set up a romantic late dinner. Complete with a rose path from the bedroom to the kitchen. He'd use roses from the backyard.
His pregnant lover deserved something nice, especially after her very rough day.
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Elliot had just cleaned the house, cooked and set up for the romantic dinner. It was already 9:23pm. He softly opened the door to the master bedroom, expecting to see his lover still in bed sound asleep, but he was met with an empty bed.
"Liv?" He called out softly and listened carefully for her response.
"Here, El."
He heard his fiancee call back softly followed by retching.
The detective rushed in to the bathroom. The brunette was kneeling in front of the toilet, tossing her cookies.
Elliot wet a face cloth and wiped the cool wet cloth over his fiancee's forehead and the back of her neck.
"You ok, baby?" He asked, soothingly rubbing her back.
"I didn't have morning sickness until Helena asked me about it," she groaned, leaning in to her fiance, who was now sitting behind her.
"How long have you been sick, angel?"
Olivia groaned again as Elliot softly caressed her belly.
"Only a couple of minutes, I guess," she answered weakly.
"You ok to get up?"
"Elliot, I don't want to move," she whined, not wanting to move due to the fear of being sick again.
Elliot didn't listen. He helped her up before scooping her up and carrying her out.
"Do you think you could hold down some food? I made you a nice dinner," he asked her, carrying his lover downstairs.
"I'll try, El. I don't want the nice meal to go to waste," she whispered and let her lover gently place her on the couch.
Elliot kissed her on the lips. "I'll be right back."