Olivia rubbed her eyes groggily as her vision sharpened, taking in the time on the bedside clock. 6:27am. She grumbled as she sat up and stretched. We couldn't wait three more minutes, she thought to herself as she rubbed her small bump.
"Where are you going so fast?" Elliot husked as he reached over, his strong arm hooking around her waist and pulling her back into bed.
"We have to get up. We have the appointment at 8:00am." She laid back against her husband, her soft back resting against his toned chest.
"We've got time," Elliot mumbled as he placed delicate kisses on her neck. Liv hissed as arcs of electricity shot through her with every peck. El smirked. "What was that about getting up?" His hand traced her curves as it wandered down her front side, gliding over her small baby bump and to the heat growing between her thighs. A gasp escaped her lips as two fingers slipped into her, curling against her warm, wet walls. His movements were slow and tortuous, drawing out every squirm from his partner. He pumped against her growing heat, his free hand now kneading her tan, plump, firm breasts. He could feel her vice tightening around his fingers, his wife's hips bucking restlessly. "Roll over," he purred, his breath dancing across her ear. El's fingers slid out, allowing the women to turn and straddle him. Elliot guided his pulsating member to his wife's entrance as she slid onto him.
"Fuck, El," Liv moaned as he filled her. No matter how many times they made love, she was always taken aback by his girth. Elliot's hands grasped Olivia's tanned hips to pull her down as he thrust into her, hitting her G-spot with every stroke. "You're so tight," he growled, picking up the pace. He continued to pound into her, each thrust radiating to her navel. It was only a few more strokes until Olivia clamped around him, her body shivering as her climax washed over her. "Elllllll," she whimpered as everything in her tightened. Her nails dug into his chest as he continued to move in her, lengthening her orgasm. Her moans sent him over the edge. Elliot's fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her farther onto him in a final thrust. "Livvvv," he groaned, his voice raspy, his back arching as he shot into her.
Olivia collapsed next to her husband in a tangle of sheets, hair, and sweat. She found her favorite spot and curled into the nook of his shoulder.
"You are so amazing," she whispered as she kissed his damp, muscled chest.
Elliot chuckled, holding her close, stroking her bare side. "I aim to please my number one girl."
Her heart swooned at his words. "How do you do that to me? Make me fall in love with you again and again?"
"I should be asking you the same thing." They shared a jovial laugh followed by a languid kiss.
"But we really do need to get up, El."
"I know." Propping himself up on one arm, Elliot leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his wife's belly, his stubble grazing her skin. "Today's the day little one." His mumbles tickled, but Liv would do anything to freeze these moments. Nothing came close to how if felt to see her husband talking to their little one. "Today, we get to learn if we're evening the numbers or if I'm going to continue to be outnumber by women." Elliot smirked as he looked up, his eyes meeting his wife's.
"How are we doing everyone?" Dr. Lewis asked as he entered the exam room.
"We're doing good," Olivia replied as she rubbed her abdomen. Nothing could spoil today for her. Today was the day she finally learned whether she was having a boy or a girl.
"That's great! Can I have you lay on back and pull your shirt up? Dad, can you grab the lights?" Liv exposed her midsection, raising her shirt and lowering the waist of her jeans. "You can tuck this into your pants." The physician handed Olivia a white towel to shield her clothes from the jelly. Once she was situated, Elliot killed the lights and then moved to his wife's side. "This will be cold." The cool jelly hit Olivia's skin, sending goosebumps up her trunk to her arms. The probe soon followed, smearing the paste around as it scanned the contents of the bump. "Are we wanting to know the gender of the baby?" Dr. Lewis asked the parents as he messed with the knobs and buttons on the machine.
"Yes, please," Olivia answered, grabbing her husband's hand as they anxiously watched the snowy screen.
"There's our baby, Liv," Elliot breathed as he squeezed her hand, the sight of their child moving in the womb washing away any worries.
"Let me get a head circumference and femur length and then we can see what you're having!" Dr. Lewis held the probe steady as he pulled up the calipers on the screen, recording the dimensions of the baby. "Head circumference is 156mm. Femur length is 27mm. They're growing just as expected and are in the70th percentile for weight. Do you guys have any preference on the gender?"
"We just want a healthy baby," Olivia replied as she looked up for encouragement, her dark brown eyes meeting her husband's baby blues.
"A healthy baby, and a healthy mama, are definitely top priority." There was a pause as Dr. Lewis focused on the little legs. "Here we have one leg… and another…" He zoomed in on the image. "It looks like you'll be outnumbered, dad. Your little one is a girl."
Closing her eyes, Olivia opened them again after a few moments and looked at Elliot with a huge smile. "We're having a girl," she breathed. He enveloped her in his arms, kissing her with pure joy. "Yes, Liv. A perfect little girl."
"I've got it!" Elliot hollered as he jogged to get the front door. He opened it, greeting Munch and Fin. "Come on in!" he gestured as he held the door open. "Thank you for coming tonight."
"Don't mention it," Fin replied, shaking his coworker's hand. He held up a shopping bag. "I brought some beer. Do you want it in the kitchen?"
"That would be great. Liv and Casey are in there getting everything set up." The detective wandered into the kitchen as Stabler led Munch into the living area.
"You have a beautiful place," Munch stated as he took in the room. "Thank you for having us over."
"It's our pleasure," Elliot replied, patting his friend on the back as he stepped away to get the front door again. This time he was greeted by Cragen and Dr. Warner. "Let me get that for you." Elliot took the doctor's coat as they entered the house. They all made their way into the dining room where Casey and Liv were finishing the table and Fin was setting out drinks. The oval table was set with seven chairs for the guests and homeowners. A feast lined the middle of the table: salad, dinner rolls, baked potatoes, pot roast, macaroni, cooked vegetables, and other toppings.
"It's all ready," Liv stated as her husband approached, giving her a quick kiss. "If you want to gather everyone together."
"If you all want to gather around, dinner is ready," El announced to the crowd. He took the head of the table, with Olivia on his right. Casey and Melinda sat on the other side of Olivia, Fin and Munch across from them, and Cragen at the other head of the table. "Before we begin, I just want to say a few words. Please keep all comments about handcuffs to yourselves," he added, eyeing Fin and Casey. The group chuckled jovially. Liv stood and wrapped her arm around her husband's waist, leaning into him. His arm hooked around her, comforting him. "First, I want to thank you all for coming. Liv and I wanted to have a little housewarming dinner now that everything is settled down. But that is not the only reason we wanted to get everyone together." He looked down at his wife. "Liv is pregnant." An audible gasp filled the room. Cragen and Casey sat grinning ear to ear having already been privy to the information.
"That's awesome man," Fin congratulated as he stood up, shaking Elliot's hand.
"How far along are you? Do you know what you're having?" Dr. Warner asked as she embraced Olivia.
"I'm 18 weeks and 4 days. We actually found the gender out this morning," Benson replied, the group quieting down. "Elliot is going to continue to be outnumbered. It's a little girl."
"Called it," Munch stated matter of factually.
"Shut-up man," Fin groaned as he passed a $20 bill to the old man.
"What?" El asked confused as money changed hands.
"We've known you were pregnant for a while now," John started. "Between the mood swings and slight baby bump, we have just been waiting for the announcement."
"Old man Munch was convinced it was a girl, but I was rooting for you, man," Fin continued.
"That's because women are the superior gender. Why else are the NYPD and the Pentagon recruiting more female officers and soldiers? How else will we have superior super-soldiers to make up for the massive numbers against us when China invades the homeland?"
"Not that again," Liv retorted. "I honestly don't know why we keep you around." She looked at their commanding officer, but he offered no response as he just smirked. Munch grinned. "Why it's for my handsome good looks and charming personality."
"But seriously you two, congratulations," Cragen interjected as he stood up, raising his glass. "To a healthy pregnancy, safe delivery, and a perfect little girl." The group repeated the toast as everyone congratulated the expecting parents.