A/N hello all! This is a short and sweet update. I have been so busy reading I forgot I was a writer too (haha). I love writing this sweet domestic world so much, and I hope you enjoy it just as much. Any name suggestions for baby girl?
Early February
It all works out perfectly not only because she is an extremely hormonal woman entering her third trimester and craving to be under her fiance constantly, it is also her birthday. The sex is absolutely deserved. And Elliot makes sure that she is taken care of (as always).
It's been tricky the last few weeks, figuring out what position works best for her, what makes her feel good. But they figure it out each time and she's soon enough putty in his hands. More recently, it's been the most comfortable on her side in bed with him flush behind her. A single one of his legs slides between hers from time to time and he holds her hips gently, mindful of the fortress that is her middle. It has taken some getting used to but not long.
"You feel fucking amazing," he groaned into her ear as his hips plow into her. She's impeccably wet as his dick slides into her, reaching into the very depth of her until it's all consuming. He pulls out only until there is enough leverage to buck into her again. It's a steady rhythm they've set. Her hips push back to meet him each time. It feels incredible.
Olivia can only moan in response as he talks her through it. "I can feel how close you are," his voice gritty as he struggled to hold on himself. His mouth nips and suckles at her ear and neck as his face buries itself into her much like her own face buried into the pillow beneath her. Her hand gripped onto the mound of fluff for any sort of leverage to hold onto. He is merciless with each stroke and more so when he reaches around her soft hip to slide his middle finger through her folds. Blindly, he finds her sensitive nub just slightly swollen from the attention his tongue had given it before.
"Oohh," she whines at the contact. Her own hand is flying to cover his in some lazy attempt to stop him. It was all too much at once, like always. It's different from this angle and she has learned to appreciate it. He's deeper this way and she feels completely covered in him, having him so close behind her. His mouth is always there near her ear, saying whatever the hell he wants.
"El, I- fuck," she struggled to speak at all as the burn builds in her belly. Everything feels so much more heightened than ever before. This pregnancy has her body craving this intimacy constantly it feels like. It only takes an embarrassingly short amount of time before she shatters beneath him, every single time.
"Come on baby," he coaches her when he feels her tighten around him. Her eyes screw shut and her bottom lip is tucked beneath her teeth in an effort to quiet her screams. It does nothing. He gently covers her mouth with his hand. The last thing he needs is for the girls to interrupt their morning. His hips slow and a soft laugh escapes him as he watches her come down. Her heaving chest slows itself and he removes his hand only to see a grin on her face as well.
"Fuck you," she bites back and is quieted immediately when she feels him draw back his hips and slam into her again. The tingling remnants of her orgasm still linger and she's starry eyed as he works on his own release inside of her. "Take it," she says. Take what you need.
He reaches to grab one of her heavy breasts in his hand. They're terribly sensitive to the point they bring her pain that teeters on the brink of pleasure. His breaths are warm against her neck as he moans with each thrust and finally he comes. His release fills her and it triggers the lightest bit of another orgasm for her. Her body shivers and she can't believe her own body has done it again.
"Happy birthday," Elliot peppers kisses along her shoulder and up her jawline until he reaches the corner of her mouth that is upturned into a smile. Her head turns just enough to indulge in a kiss to nip at his bottom lip. He sighs into her mouth when she opens up for him, his tongue tasting her for the dozenth time this morning. It still wasn't enough but this will do for now.
"It's snowing," she pulls away and looks past him out the large window to their bedroom apartment. It's gray outside and the snowflakes that didn't make it to the ground melt against the glass.
"Mm hm," his lips trail lightly against her lazily.
"Let's go to the park," she decides and nudges him to pull out of her. The emptiness immediate and he apologizes with a smooch to her shoulder and rolls out of bed to help her to her feet.
When he's face to face with her, her hair is a perfect mess all over her head. Her face glows and the scent of sex and floral musk fills the spaces between them. He can't help grabbing her cheeks between the palms of his hands and pulling her to him one more time.
It's her birthday and she deserves the world. He would go to the park, the moon, and the top of the most dangerous mountain in the world if he had to. Anything for her. Nothing would ever be too much.
…
Her birthday has fallen on maybe one of the funnest days of the year so far- aside from the proposal. It is snowing outside, and beautifully so. The snowflakes shake from the sky in a way so soft and dainty it's hard to look away from the window. A whopping six inches of snow have piled its way onto the streets of Manhattan and somehow the chaos is calmed. People cozy inside of their homes and keep warm by fires. Except for them of course. They have found themselves in the thick of it, sledding down hills in the park with all the other neighborhood kids who are just as ambitious.
Olivia watches from a park bench bundled up in a snow suit of Elliot's since any coat of hers from last year had no chance of zipping up. This barely did as it was but it kept her warm enough with a few added layers. She's comfortable with a cup of hot cocoa between her hands and watches her girls who scream going down the hill each time. Elliot is there to help them get the sled up the hill and to push them down.
God, he's such a good dad.
And it's so simple- what he's doing, just running up the hill with the plastic sled in hand each time so his girls can get another fifteen seconds of a thrill.
Elliot insisted they spend the day inside, warm and close to a fire but this was the girls first snow day of the school year. Perfect timing, she thinks. There is no other way she would rather spend her birthday than with her girls.
"Well don't you look cozy and- Jesus, Liv, have you doubled in size since I last saw you?" Her attention is dragged from her family who is waiting at the top of the hill for another little boy to finish his ride down.
"Hello to you too, Casey," Olivia is all smiles when she sees her friend bundled up in a wool trench coat and scarf. Her burning red hair flows freely in the light wind and you would barely think she was affected by the cold weather if it weren't for her strawberry nose. "And you know, a woman entering into her third trimester doesn't want to hear that," she can't help but scoff playfully knowing her friend meant no harm.
"Stop, I'm just happy to see my niece is growing," she slides onto the bench next to Olivia and takes a leather glove covered hand to her swell. "You look beautiful Liv," and that makes her eyes roll as a smirk grows on her face. "W-what? I'm serious!"
"Sure, in my husband's snowsuit and beanie?"
"You look much much better in it than Elliot ever did, okay?" Casey goes to reach in her coat pocket to reveal a tiny gold box. "Anyway, I got you a little something and figured I'd stop by on my lunch break. I'm not sure I can make it for dinner tonight. I've got paperwork up the ass and court in the morning," she handed over the gift and Olivia took off one of her mittens to get the box open.
A necklace is revealed with three stones dangling from it. Not just any colored stones but the girls' birth stones. All three of them. A ruby for Katie and two Pearls. One for Ophelia and the other for their baby girl they have yet to meet or name.
"Casey, it's beautiful. Thank you," she felt her throat tighten. The realization hit her again, as if the flutter and kicks to her middle weren't enough.
"Happy birthday Liv," her friend leans in to give her a warm hug. "Do me a favor and don't come earlier than June?" She dips her head to speak to her unborn niece and it makes Olivia chuckle.
"Aunt Casey!" Their moment is interrupted by her two other nieces and they run through the snow as best they can in their boots.
"Hi my loves," she stands only to be taken down by the both of them wrapping around her legs. Her slender body tumbled into the palate of snow beneath her.
"Girls, be careful," Olivia went to stand but Casey waved her off.
"It's fine. It's fine," she laughs, accepting her defeat. "I've missed you two," she kissed each of their reddened noses.
"When can we come over again?" Ophelia almost whines.
"I'm sure mommy and Elliot would love some alone time maybe next weekend?" She looks over at Olivia and wiggles her eyebrows which makes a blush creep up her cheeks. I would be Valentine's Day after all.
"I think Elliot would love that," she looks across the way at him. He's swept up in a conversation with another dad at the top of the hill.
"Well, since we're already down here, what do you say we make a couple snow angels?" She lays her body flat, getting her hair covered in snow and all and begins sweeping her legs and arms forwards and backwards. The girls follow and do the same, giggling as they paint the perfect Angel.
"C'mon mommy," Ophelia calls for Olivia and she can't say no to that sweet face. She managed to maneuver herself, 28 weeks pregnant so be it. How the hell was she getting up? That would be a worry for later.
It's peaceful here on the ground. The sky is full of different shades of gray as snowflakes shake from the clouds. Her girls are full of laughter and she can't help but laugh too. She's got no clue what even is so funny. Perhaps it's just the pure joy of burying yourself so deep in the snow.
"Well look at that," Elliot's boots crunch against the ground and he's towering above all four of them with his phone out. He captures a few photos before reaching for Olivia's hand and helping her back to her feet. It's less than graceful. It takes both of his hands to lift her and a groan with partial regret coming from her.
He stands a few inches above her and pecks her cold nose. She grins with a full face that still glows despite the freezing weather. It's so cold he can see each breath she exhales as she catches her breath.
"You're not exactly a spring chicken anymore," he chided her and placed both glove-covered hands over her swollen middle.
"Careful, Stabler," she warned with a playfulness in her tone. Knowing full well if it weren't for him there's no way she would have been able to get up.
"Your angels perfect Livia," Katie interrupts their bickering. "So is Aunt Casey's," she points and grins over at her red headed self-made aunt. She's struggling to gather herself as snow coats her backside.
"Thanks kid," she manages and Olivia looks on with hilarity after watching her friend try to appear presentable to return to the office. A tumble in the snow with her nieces was worth it she guess, though.
"I gotta get going but you," she comes over in her heeled booties to Olivia to hug her tightly- well as tight as she can considering. "You keep my niece here safe for me please?" She pulls back to place two leather gloves hands on her middle.
"If not me, Elliot will make sure of it," she gives a tight but playful smile to her love. "Thank you for the beautiful gift."
"Of course. Just remember our agreement," that makes Olivia chuckle. Yes, no baby before June.
She reaches in her pocket to feel for the box. Later she would have Elliot help her put it on. She couldn't wait.
…
Of course a birthday would not be complete without a proper cake made by Katie and Ophelia. They had gone above and beyond this year with the presentation. In excitement for their baby sister arriving soon, a heart shaped cake was made with pink icing. And nothing would be complete without sprinkles to cover its entirety.
They cut into the strawberry flavored treat after a home cooked meal from Bernie. It was her only request this year- saying it's what the baby wanted, was an added bonus. But she knows her soon to be mother in law would have made it for her regardless. Lasagna had been the meal that brought them all together, and she can't get enough of it over a year later. As an added bonus, Bernie finally shared the official recipe with her. With teary hormonal eyes she thanked her for sharing the family secret with her.
And now with a full belly and another one of Elliot's T-shirt's on, she's completely satiated in bed as he double checks on the girls and the locks before making his way back to her. He's incredibly handsome in just a pair of charcoal pajama pants that hang low on his hips. A shirt was long forgotten and she's grateful for the view. He's somehow gotten sexier. The few added pounds from snacking late night with her have only added onto the muscles in his biceps. It's just not fair.
"I need you to stop going to the gym until this kid pops out of me," Olivia lays on her side, eyeing him from where he stands in the doorway. "If I have to get fat so do you," she muses and can't help the smile that cracks. He sports a boyish grin, making that dimple of his appear. The one she's been hoping their baby girl gets too.
"One, you are so insanely beautiful right now," he begins stalking towards her. "Two, your body is growing our baby girl and keeping her safe," his body crawls across the bed to lay on his stomach and place a kiss to her swell. She uses one of her hands to drag lightly across his cropped hair in a soothing touch.
"So is that a no?" She smirks down at him and chuckles. He laughed too and placed another kiss to her middle. It earns him a swift kick from their baby girl and Olivia's hand reaches to press against where the hit came from.
"Oh!" She gasps. "Your child is agreeing with you. I'll shut up, if you stop kicking me," she says the last part to her swell that jumps ever so slightly. It's visible just enough at 28 weeks.
"Be nice to your mother," Elliot says sweetly from where he lays and places another kiss before trailing more until he reaches her lips. A kiss to her lower belly where he laid, the top that hides her feet from herself, the space between her breasts that he loves to hold, the length of her neck he resists marking every day, the jawline of hers that leads him straight to the luscious lips that are hers. They've always been full and perfect but again, pregnancy has amplified her features.
They say with a son you glow and with a daughter, she steals your beauty. Olivia defied those old wives tales. Every part of her is even more beautiful than before. It makes him ache that she's struggling with the changes. It has been seven years or so- he knows, since her last pregnancy. She's older and wiser and it feels like the first time all over for her again. But she's perfect in every which way and he wishes most that they had more time. More time to grow their family and keep her barefoot and pregnant if he could.
Their baby girl will be beautiful. Just like her older sisters. A perfect mix.
"Did you have a good birthday?" He tugged her chin up to him and kissed her again. His touch is sweet but his tongue is impatient as it dips at her lower lip.
"I did," she hummed and reached to hold both sides of his face between her hands. Elliot maneuvered his body to nestle between her legs, careful of her middle.
"What was your favorite part?" He whispers against her ear before moving to her neck. Peppering kisses against her neck.
"Watching you sled with the girls," she barely gets out when he gets to the sweet spot beneath her ear lobe. "The lasagna was amazing too," she sighs and her body relaxes, grateful for the prop of pillows behind her for support. "But you wanna know my most favorite part?" He finally pulls away to get a good look at her. Her cheeks are flushed and eyes so low her lashes blink against them.
"Hm?"
"The orgasm my fiancé gave me right before bed," she smirks and his face matches hers.
"Then it's best I get on that," he doesn't let another word interrupt them when he crashes his lips into hers and works on getting her naked beneath him.
It was a happy birthday indeed.
Next chapter, a visit from David.
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