Disclaimer: As you all know, these characters aren't mine. They belong to Dick Wolf and NBC.

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Day 42: OTPDisaster: Your OTP having a baby. One day, their babysitter cancels and they have absolutely no other option but to take the child to work with them. Person B ends up having wear a small infant backpack and is armed with a baby bag filled with necessities, as they go about their work day. Person A calls in to check every few minutes.

Universe: And Alex Makes Three

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"That was Elliot," Olivia says, clipping her phone to her belt. "Lizzie has the flu; she's not going to be able to make it today."

Alex nods, attempting to get Noah to eat some of his mashed apples. "What do you want to do?"

Olivia sighs, pushing her hand through her hair. "I'll have to drop him off at the precinct's daycare."

"I can take him."

"Alex."

"I can take him, Liv," Alex says. "I'm not in court today so I'll take his playpen and set it up in my office and we'll be golden."

Olivia grins, shaking her head. She leans over and presses a kiss to Alex's cheek. "What would I do without you?"

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Forty-five minutes later, Alex enters One Hogan Place with a diaper bag slung over her left shoulder, the playpen slung over her right, and Noah in his carrier strapped to her chest.

"Who'd've thought," Trevor Langan says, stopping in front of Alex in the hall near her office.

With a sigh, Alex rolls her eyes. "What do you want, Langan?"

Trevor grins, shaking his head. "I remember a time when Alex Cabot didn't want kids."

"Circumstances change."

Trevor nods, reaching out to rub Noah's head. "You really love her, don't you?"

"Yeah," Alex says, "I really do." Her phone starts to ring and it takes a few seconds of shifting things around to finally get it out of her pocket. She gestures for Trevor to hold on and swipes her finger across the screen to answer the call. "Cabot."

"Hey," Olivia says. "How's it going?"

"Are you calling to check up on me, Olivia Benson?"

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"We've been away from each other for ten minutes."

Olivia sighs. "Cut me some slack, Alex."

"We're both fine, Liv. Noah's sleeping."

"Good," Olivia says. "Good. Well, I'll let you get back to work then. Call you later. Love you both."

"We love you too." Shaking her head, Alex pockets her phone.

"Your first time out with Noah?"

Alex nods. "Olivia worries."

"She's a mother." Trevor looks down at his watch and frowns. "I should be going. Take care, Alex."

"You too, Trevor."

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Alex spends the day switching between working and playing with Noah, resulting in her getting less work done than she had hoped.

Olivia calls every twenty minutes on the dot and by the time Alex gets home that afternoon she's tempted to shut her phone off just to get some peace and quiet.

"I love you," Alex says as preamble when Olivia walks in the door that night. Olivia stops in her tracks, headed over to pick Noah up out of his high chair, and grins sheepishly at Alex. "But you have to learn to trust me with our son, Liv."

Olivia lifts Noah out of his high chair and walks over to kiss Alex. "I do trust you," she says. "But I worry."

"I know you do, but calling every twenty minutes doesn't help anyone."

Olivia sighs. "You're right. Do you want to take him again tomorrow? I promise not to call every twenty minutes."

Alex looks down at her feet, her cheeks reddening. "I already called to have a more permanent playpen set up."

Olivia laughs. "I love you, but you're breaking the news to Lizzie."

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