"So, what type of wedding have you always imagined?" Alex asked as she opened another internet tab on her computer. Once they had finished dinner, Alex had done nothing but research venues, florists, and caters. Of course, that wasn't counting all the wedding dress's sites she had saved as well.

"Umm, I haven't ever imagined a wedding," Olivia said hesitantly.

"Why?" Alex asked looking up at her fiancé. She couldn't believe she was actually able to call Olivia her fiancé and was pretty sure she would never tire of it. The only thing that could possibly top that was when she finally got to call her her wife.

"I never thought I would get married," Olivia answered shrugging her shoulders as she looked away, "Who would want to marry the daughter of an alcoholic and rapist?"

"For starters, I do," Alex answered with a beaming smile.

"Okay, besides you?" Olivia asked shaking her head, "no one."

"Let's start with I'm the only one that matters since I am the one you're with and now engaged too."

"That's not what I meant," Olivia said as she stood and started to pace the living room. How the hell could one hour ago they both be happy as can be and now at each other's throats? If they couldn't last an hour being engaged, the marriage was doomed.

Alex studied Olivia as she paced back and forth in front of her. She had come to realize that was her tell when she was too stressed and ready to lose it. Of course, the tension that was radiating off her was a sign as well.

"Olivia, OLIVIA," Alex called waiting till she looked at her before continuing, "I know what you meant, but what you don't realize is you had, and honestly still do, a long line of women waiting to get with you and I promise you each and every one wanted to marry you. I'm sure if you asked Stacia she would tell you that she wanted to be Mrs. Olivia Benson."

"We never had that type of relationship, Alex," Olivia said taking a deep breath and releasing it as she counted to ten, "We both understood and respected the fact that, as rude as it sounds, we were each other's Mrs. Right now not Mrs. Forever."

"That may have been your thought on you two dating, but I promise you, it wasn't hers," Alex said sighing, "Honey, she loved you and I've seen the way she's looked at you from time to time, and she's still in love with you and I don't blame her one bit. I can say if you walked out tomorrow I would be in love with you till the day I die. You don't realize it, but you're that type of woman."

"Alex, she doesn't still love me," Olivia said looking at her confused, "She has Jennifer now."

"She may have Jennifer now, but if you were to tell her tomorrow that you wanted to be with her and not me, she would drop her like a hot potato and come running back."

"If that was the case, then why aren't you panicking when I met her for lunch or have her over? You've always been uncertain of her because of your past."

"Because I know where your heart is," Alex said as she stood and walked to where Olivia was standing, "I know that you would never betray what we have built. I also know that she respects you, me, and our relationship enough not to make a move on you. Olivia, I trust you with everything I have and everything I am."

Olivia pulled Alex too her and kissed her soundly on the lips. She needed Alex like she needed air to breath and knew, without a doubt, she would rather kill herself than ever do anything to break the trust that Alex had bestowed upon her.

"So," Alex hummed as she laid her head on Olivia's shoulder content to stay wrapped in her arms forever, "With all that said, I will ask again: what type of wedding would you like?"

"Justice of the Peace," Olivia answered biting her lip, scared of the reaction she would receive.

"Justice of the Peace, Olivia," Alex said shaking her head, "I am only saying I do once. I mean it when I say the vow till death do we part. I don't want my one and only wedding to be done in the office of a judge."

"What has your dream wedding always been?" Olivia asked releasing Alex so she could pace again.

"Since I was raised Catholic, I have always wanted to have my wedding at St. Patrick's Cathedral," Alex answered reaching out to stop her nervous fiancé from pacing, "I wanted my gown to be pearl white with a train that took eight people to hold it just for me to walk to my waiting bride. I wanted my bride to wear either an Armani suit or a Vera Wang suit, once again white in color. I would have my reception at the Four Seasons hotel and, the next morning, we would jet off to see London, Paris, Rome, and Venice."

"Umm, Alex, I hate to bust your bubble, but the Catholics don't exactly welcome gays and lesbians with open arms, so I'm pretty sure they wouldn't allow us to marry there. Not to mention that that church is a little big."

"Olivia Benson, it is not a church, it is a Cathedral, there is a difference and I'm well aware of the fact that my religion is not thrilled over my lifestyle choice, but we both have to admit it is slightly better than some of the other religions of the world."

"I'll give you that."

"Also, when I planned this wedding, I was marrying Farrah Fawcett."

"How old were you when you planned this wedding?" Olivia asked laughing

"Ten and if you have watched any episode of Charlie's Angels, you would understand."

"I understand Jaclyn Smith was mine, but we just had a torrid love affair," Olivia said with a sly smile on her face as she shrugged her shoulders, "But, all joking aside, seriously, what type of wedding do you want to have?"

"A small intimate affair with just our closest friends in attendance, but I do not want to have my one and only wedding in a judge's chambers."

"As long as it's nothing too extravagant, I don't feel comfortable with that, I'm sorry."

"Never be sorry for telling me how you really feel or what you really want. I can and will do a small wedding because no matter what type of wedding we have the most important thing is that I will be marrying you. Nothing, and I do mean nothing, matters past that."

Olivia smiled and silently thanked the lord above that she had such an understanding fiancé. She truly felt bad about not being able to give Alex the dream wedding of a lifetime, but over the past few months she had not only learned but accepted her limitations. She knew being as stressed out as she was already that adding a huge ceremony was a recipe for disaster and the last thing she would ever want to do would be to embarrass Alex on their wedding day.