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Twenty four week pregnant Olivia Benson rubbed her sore back and waddled in to the living room from the bathroom. She was huge but she had to keep reminding herself that she was carrying twins, thanks to her fiance's super sperm. They just had to reach two of her eggs.
She sighed as she slowly sat down on the couch beside her lover.
Elliot kissed the brunette's cheek and went back to writing a list of things. "Are you ok, angel? That's the second bathroom trip in an hour."
Olivia furrowed an eyebrow. "You timing me?"
Elliot shook his head. "No. Just concerned."
Olivia caressed her swollen belly. "Yeah, I'm fine. What are you writing?" She asked softly.
"A list of things that we still need for the wedding," he told her.
"You don't need to do that yet. We still have plenty of time," Olivia insisted.
"No, we don't. The wedding is scheduled in ten weeks, baby. Remember? We arranged this months before we found out you were pregnant."
Olivia bit her bottom lip. "El?"
"Yes, Liv?" Elliot asked, not taking his eyes off the list.
"W-we c-can't g-get married."
Elliot's head snapped up to look at his fiancee. "W-what?!" He shouted in surprise.
"T-that d-didn't c-come out r-right," the brunette stuttered.
"What did you mean then?" Elliot asked, angry.
Olivia gulped. "I-I love you, El. F-forget that I said anything. Let's make love."
Elliot got up. He was pissed off. He was sick and tired of her demands and mood swings. She was ten times worse then what Kathy was worse during her pregnancies.
"I'm so sick and tired of all your demands and damn mood swings!" He yelled. "You're so much worse then what Kathy was!"
Olivia sobbed, hurt as angry tears streamed down her olive cheeks. "Get out! Get the hell out of my fucking apartment!" She yelled back.
She was so hurt. How could Elliot say that?
She watched her fiance angrily grab his keys and coat before storming out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
Olivia rubbed her belly, trying to soothe the vicious kicking babies as she sobbed. "It's ok, Jack and Becca. We'll get by on our own. We can do it," she whispered and sobbed again. "No, we can't."
She laid down on the couch, laying on her left side, still caressing her belly. "It's ok, sweetpeas. It's ok," she murmured to her unborn twins.
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Elliot stepped in to the elevator and waited for the doors to slide close before he punched the wall. He had yelled at his pregnant fiancee again.
What the hell was wrong with him?
He wanted to go back and apologize to Olivia. Make love to her. He couldn't, he was still angry and frustrated with her and she would still be angry at him.
There was a bar about a block from their apartment building, so he decided to go there and have a few drinks to calm himself down. Hopefully after a few hours his fiancee would have settled down enough to let him back in to the apartment and allow him to apologize to her. Love on her.
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Olivia was hysterical one minute and furious the next. She hated to admit it but she needed support right now. Support only her best friend could give. None other then Casey Louise Novak.
The pregnant brunette slowly pushed herself up off the couch and picked up the cordless phone handset off of the kitchen counter.
"Hello?" Casey answered breathlessly.
Olivia realized what she must have disturbed and felt bad. "Oh sorry, Case. I didn't mean to interrupt you. I'll leave you to it," she said and went to hang up but was stopped when she heard Casey's loud voice through the phone.
"Woah! Hold up! Olivia Marie Benson, you better not hang up on me!"
Olivia sighed and put the phone back to her ear. "I'm still here," she whispered, just loud enough for Casey to hear through the phone.
"Honey, what's wrong? Tell me. I'm here for you," the red head assured the brunette.
"I...Elliot and I had an argument and he walked out," Olivia told her and the tears started up again.
"Honey, do you need me to come over."
"N-no, it's ok. I didn't mean to disturb you."
"Liv, you didn't, honey. We'd just finished. I'll be there soon and I'll be checking your blood pressure," the red head replied.
"Thanks, Case," Olivia answered. "I'll see you soon."
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A knock at the front door startled Olivia out of her thoughts in the silent apartment and she gently pushed her large, pregnant frame off of the couch.
"Who's there?" She asked to confirm as she practically waddled to the front door.
"It's Casey. Let me in, honey," a muffled voice confirmed.
Olivia undone all the locks and let her best friend in.
Casey was six weeks further in to her pregnancy then Olivia, but the brunette was the same size, if not a little bigger. She could not believe it. The brown eyed woman felt like a fucking blimp.
"Let's sit down, Liv," Casey said softly as she closed the apartment door behind her.
Olivia sat down slowly and pointed out the blood pressure machine that was sitting on the coffee table. "I grabbed it out after we hung up."
Casey nodded and sat down beside her friend.
The red haired woman put the cuff on her friend's arm and turned on the machine. It beeped and Casey read the result off the machine as she took the cuff off.
"Liv, it's a little high at 150/95. What was it this morning when the midwife checked?"
"It was normal...But I had another argument with Elliot," Olivia answered with a sigh, rubbing her swollen belly.
Casey put her hand on her best friend's belly and gently rubbed a couple circles. "Liv, honey, you guys are incredibly stubborn but you've got to stop the arguing for the twins' sake," Casey offered, caringly.
The brunette sighed and nodded. "Yes, I know. I think it's best if Elliot and I take a break from each other for a while. The babies are feeling the stress and tension."
"Yes, I can tell. They were kicking like crazy when I had my hand on there," Casey answered.
Olivia continued to rub her stomach soothingly. "They still are. Is Joshua kicking?"
Casey smiled. "He was a couple minutes ago but he had stopped now. It's funny when he does though. We can now see his foot when he does and now when he rolls over, we can sometimes see his elbow or leg, sometimes even his head. It's great."
Olivia smiled sadly. She was hoping that she and El could sit there, with their hands on her belly and see or feel a baby's foot or elbow while the babies turn over in her womb.
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Elliot just finished off his second glass of scotch, at the bar when he saw Keith entered the place.
Keith spotted the detective at the bar, getting another drink and approached.
"Hey Elliot," he greeted his friend, sitting on the stool beside him.
"Hi Keith. What brings you here?"
"You actually," the stock broker replied.
Elliot was confused. He furrowed his brow. "Huh? Why?"
Keith sighed. "Olivia called Casey about fifty-five minutes ago. Crying. She said that you two had another argument."
Elliot hung his head and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, we did," he offered, simply.
"What did I tell you about your anger, man?"
"I know, I know. It's so hard. Olivia is just so damn stubborn."
"You would be too if you were in her shoes right now, man. You need to go see her. I'll call Casey to see if Olivia is up to it," he said and got up.
He walked off and called his fiancee. "Hey, baby. Is Olivia up to talking to Elliot?"
Casey sighed over the line. "Not really but she had something that she needs to tell him, so being him over."
"Ok, Case. We'll be there soon."
Keith hung up and walked back over to the detective, who was now standing.
"What did she say?" He asked nervously.
"That Olivia has something to tell you."
Elliot gulped. "Oh no..." he sighed, "let's go."
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Olivia was laying on the couch, relaxing. She was laying on her left hand side again and watching the television. Casey had just come out from the bathroom when the door opened to reveal the two men.
"Liv, Elliot is back, honey," Casey informed her best friend.
The brunette sat up and looked over. "Casey, could you and Keith please stay, while Elliot and I talk in the bedroom?" She asked, gently pushing herself up off the couch.
"Sure, Liv. We'll just be out here," she assured the brunette.
"Thanks. Come on, Elliot."
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Elliot softly shut the door behind him and Olivia and gulped. This wasn't going to turn out well. He could see it in her eyes.
"What do you have to tell me, baby?" He asked nervously.
Olivia folded her arms and rested them on top of her swollen belly. "First off, don't call me 'baby' right now..." she started and took a deep breathing, exhaling it slowly.
She wasn't sure how her fiance was going to react in a minute to what she was going to tell him.
"El....I think we need to take a break from each other for a little while," she offered, quietly.
Elliot's eyes were as big as saucers. He was pissed. "What?!"
"For the twins' sake, Elliot. They are feeling the tension."
"Un-fucking-believable. I can not believe you! You have turned out to be a real..." Elliot was cut off by a stinging sensation to his cheek.
Olivia had just slapped him. Hard.
"Screw you!" She yelled with such rage.
The bedroom door flung open and Casey rushed up to Olivia, as fast as her heavily pregnant body would allow her.
"Woah! Time out, guys! Come on, Liv," Casey said and guided the brunette in to the bathroom, locking the door behind them.
"Settle down, honey."
Casey wet a cloth and wiped Olivia's face and neck with it. "That's it, take deep breaths and calm yourself down."
Olivia took deep relaxing breaths and rubbed her stomach to settle down her disgruntled unborn children. "It's ok, sweetpeas. Mommy is calm now. That's it, precious ones. Mommy's fine now."
"They settling down in there?" Casey asked, rubbing her own belly.
Olivia nodded. "Yeah. They weren't too happy."
Casey laughed lightly. "Don't blame them."
"Could you please make sure Elliot has gone? I don't want to see him right now."
"Sure, Liv," the red head replied and went to the door.
She unlocked it and opened it, poking her head out. "Is Elliot gone?" she asked Keith.
Keith sighed and nodded. "He stormed out a minute ago."
Casey turned back to Olivia. "He stormed out, honey."
Olivia wipped a stray tear away and nodded, sadly. "I...I need to be alone right now. Sorry. Thanks though, Case."
The ADA gave the female detective a hug. "No problem. Take care, Liv. I'll call you in the morning," she said and left.
Olivia decided now would be a good time to have a warm bubble bath with scented candles and soft jazz music. Something to relax her.