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He pulled her close, running his fingers through her hair and kissing her once more. "Let's go…to my room," she suggested breathlessly and she guided him toward the hall.

"Sounds good to me," he put his hands on her waist and stared in her eyes. "I've missed you, Liv. So much."

"Me too…" she leaned her head into his chest and he lost his balance, falling against the floor lamp and knocking it over. "Oh God…are you okay?"

He laughed, "I guess I drank a little more than I thought," he smiled as he picked the lamp up off the floor and grabbed her hand. "I'm fine…let's go to your room…" but before they could move the sound of Noah's cries filtered in from the room next door and he could see Olivia's disposition change. Her eyes widened as she looked toward the room where her son was crying and then back at Elliot. "I'm sorry…" he said, realizing that he'd forgotten once again about the baby in the next room. "I didn't mean to wake him up. Maybe I better just sleep this off on the couch," he squeezed her hand and smiled, "Go take care of your son."

Olivia nodded, "Yeah…" she walked toward the nursery and turned to look at Elliot, removing his shoes as he sat on the couch. "Goodnight El."

He looked up at her, "Night, Liv. Sleep tight." Then he leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes.

Olivia rocked her son back and forth, and even though he'd been sound asleep for a while she didn't want to put him back in his crib. She stared at his angelic face and started to cry. She couldn't stop thinking of Elliot, sleeping on the couch. About the things he'd said to her…how he had been so hurt and couldn't come to her. She'd hated him for leaving her with no one, and yet he had been more alone than she had, at least in his own mind. And now he was back, and he wanted to be with her and she'd thought she wanted that too until she'd heard Noah crying in the nursery. Was it even okay for her to have sex with her son sleeping in the next room? All she could think about was her own mother, all of the times she'd chosen a drunken one night stand over her own daughter, and she'd always promised herself that she would be a better mother than that if she had the chance. But Elliot was hardly a drunken one night stand. He wasn't some guy she'd picked up in a bar, he was Elliot. He was a good man…a good father…but he wasn't her son's father and she hated that she had to remind herself of that. He had his own children…his own family…and now she had her own family too. This was new territory for her and she didn't know how to deal with it. She loved her son more than she'd ever loved anyone, and all of her decisions had to be about him now.

She gently kissed the baby and put him down carefully in his crib. Then she walked to her room and grabbed a blanket from the closet shelf. Walking back to the living room, she smiled at Elliot curled up on the sofa, snoring softly. It hadn't taken him long to fall asleep, and she knew the wine had contributed to that. She carefully covered him with the blanket and then walked back toward her room, opening Noah's door to check on him one more time, before heading to her own room and climbing into bed.

The next morning it wasn't Noah's cries through the baby monitor waking her as usual, instead it was the smell of bacon and eggs waffling in from the kitchen. She stood up and grabbed her robe, rubbing her tired eyes as she walked into the kitchen. Elliot smiled as he scooped eggs onto a plate and handed it to her, "Good morning," he winked. "Did you sleep okay?"

She nodded, "What are you doing up already?" she looked at the clock and saw it was only 6:30. "After last night, I figured you'd be asleep half the day."

"Nah," he shook his head and poured a cup of coffee. "I'm fine. I know I drank a lot last night, but believe me, it takes a lot more than that to keep me down." He chuckled. "Aren't you going to eat?"

She smiled and took a bite of the eggs, "Mmmm," she moaned pleasantly. "I always loved your eggs."

"I remember," he winked at her and made a plate for himself. "I was thinking we should talk…about last night…"

"Yeah, I guess we should…" Olivia agreed, not sure what she was going to say to him. Before they could start the conversation, the baby started crying and Olivia put her plate in the sink and went to get him, relieved to postpone their talk. She changed him and brought him into the kitchen, sitting him in his highchair and grabbing a banana from the counter, peeling and mashing it for the little boy. Her phone buzzed and she picked it up, looking at the number and sighed as she answered it, "Benson," she said with a hint of irritation in her voice. "Yeah Nick…what is it…no…no, I'm off for two days…well I have the baby…" she looked at Elliot and rolled her eyes. He smiled and she thought about all the times she had called him away from his family to work a case. "I guess I'll just bring him if someone there can keep an eye on him," she shook her head in defeat. "I'll be there in half an hour."

"Going to work, huh?" Elliot asked when she slammed the phone down on the table. "Who's Nick?"

"Yeah, he's my partner…well sort of. Not so much since I became C.O., but we still work cases together since we're short-handed," she stood up and ran her fingers through her hair.

"You're commanding officer?" he asked with surprise. He didn't know why the news shocked him. She obviously deserved it and he knew she would be good at it. "What happened to Cragen?"

"He retired," Olivia knew there was a lot they could discuss about SVU, but she didn't have time. "I need to get dressed," she said as she looked down at the blue bathrobe she was wearing. She reached for the baby, "Come on sweetie…we're going to the station for a while."

"I can watch him," Elliot offered and he could see the surprise in her eyes. "You won't be gone long, right?"

"I couldn't ask you to do that," she insisted.

"You didn't…I offered," he replied quickly.

"I don't know…" Olivia questioned.

"Liv, I think I can handle taking care of a baby for a few hours," Elliot laughed. "What? You don't trust me?"

"No…of course I trust you," she smiled. "Thanks for watching him. I'll be back as soon as I can," she took one final drink of her coffee and rushed to her room to get dressed.

Elliot watched her walk out of the room and then he sat down and looked at the baby, his fingers sticky from the mashed banana and his face covered with the mushy goo. "Your mommy is something else," he smiled. "You know that?"