It took me a while but I'm back! I figured I'd do a little New Year's Day chapter and announce whether the pregnancy "stuck". I think this is a fun and flirty chapter that does exactly what it needs to do! Enjoy!


Olivia was curled into Charles as they slept. She rolled over and quickly got up, feeling dizzy. She put her arms out to get her balance and walked to the bathroom, her head throbbing. It was New Year's Day and she was hungover, and possibly still drunk. Noah was at Connor's and the girls were with their mother, so they had the house to themselves.

Once she finished using the bathroom she washed her hands then pulled the Midol out of the medicine cabinet. She walked back into the bedroom to see Charles sleeping soundly. She smiled and made her way downstairs and took the Midol with some blue Gatorade, making her way back upstairs. She walked into the bedroom and saw Charles sitting up, obviously disoriented. "Hey, sleepy head," she said hoarsely.

Charles ran his hand over his face. "Do you feel as awful as I do?"

Olivia sat on her side of the bed. "If by awful you mean hungover and probably still drunk, then yes." She put the Gatorade on her night stand and lay down, covering her eyes with her arm. "God, I can't drink like I used to. Especially with hard liquor."

Charles nodded. "I second that."

Olivia turned to face him. "We're getting old," she groaned. She curled back into him. "There's some Midol in the bathroom, take two of those, and I'll share my blue Gatorade with you."

Charles smiled. "I love you," he kissed her head. "Let me get up and get some of that Midol."

Olivia rolled onto her back, allowing him to get up. "Hurry back," she smiled.

Charles smiled and walked into the bathroom. He went to the bathroom, washed his hands and took the Midol out of the medicine cabinet, taking two out of the bottle. He walked back out and took the Midol with a gulp of the blue Gatorade. He looked at Olivia and smiled, climbing on top of her and looking down at her. "God, you're gorgeous."

Olivia smiled back and ran her hands over his back. "You're not too bad on the eyes yourself there, Mr. Brooks."

Charles leaned in and kissed her and felt her pull him closer to her. "I had an amazing time last night."

Olivia giggled and kissed him again. "Me too," she said flirtatiously.

Charles smiled. "No better way to ring in the New Year than with a screaming orgasm."

Olivia blushed and held up two fingers where he could see it. "Two. Two screaming orgasms. One right after the other," she whispered and bit her bottom lip. She hooked her leg around his and flipped them so she was on top. "Make out with me," she whispered and caressed his face.

Charles wrapped her in his arms and met her lips in a hungry, passionate kiss. He tangled his fingers in her hair, he slipped his tongue past her lips, gently encouraging her mouth open.

Olivia opened her mouth and moaned, gently tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck. She sighed and wrapped him in her arms.

Charles broke the kiss and gently started kissing her neck. He felt her take deep breaths, he heard her moans. He stopped and held her hips. "You're so fucking sexy."

Olivia blushed and rocked her hips against his, feeling his erection. "Yeah?"

Charles moaned and nodded. "Oh yeah."

Olivia smiled and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Show me," she bit at his earlobe. "Come on, show me how sexy you think I am."

Charles pulled her closer and grabbed her ass. "Tell me how you want it," he whispered, leaning in and sucking on her nipple.

Olivia threw her head back and moaned. "Oh!" She held his head to her breast. "Fuck me, baby. Oh God, I want you to fuck me."

Charles smirked and flipped them so she was on her back. "As you wish my love." He kissed down her body and bit at her skin. He reached the apex of her thighs and ran his tongue along her folds, spreading them with his fingers. "God you have such a pretty pussy."

Olivia moaned and arched her back. "Charles!" She cried out and gripped the sheets. "My God, either eat my pussy or finger fuck me or both or something!" She begged.

Charles placed a soft kiss on her clit and looked up at her. "Patience. Your orgasm is coming. I promise. I need you fully aroused before I properly fuck you."

Olivia let out a frustrated groan. "Baby please," she begged.

Charles smirked and leaned in and slowly started licking over her pussy and sucking on her clit. He kept his pace slow, getting her more and more aroused. Once she was writhing beneath him he stopped and kissed up her torso and kissed her softly. "Ready to be fucked."

Olivia moaned and nodded. "Yes, please," she begged. "Tell me exactly how you want me,"

Charles smirked and got off of her. "Roll over, get on your knees."

Olivia moaned and did as she was told, getting on her hands and knees, her head by the pillows. "Come get me," she whispered. "And fuck me hard."

Charles stroked himself a few times, his free hand running over her back and her ass. He quickly sheathed himself inside her and spanked her. Olivia cried out and Charles smirked. "You like that baby?"

Olivia moaned. "Yeah, oh baby I love it," she moaned as he pounded inside her and spanked her. "Jesus, fuck me!" She cried out and fell forward, her forehead resting on the pillow.

Charles smirked and pulled her up by her hair. "I love fucking you, Livia. I love how you scream for me."

Olivia moaned and rested her head back on his shoulder, closing her eyes. "Ah! Oh my God! Just like that," she tilted her head to the side.

Charles took advantage of her head tilted and started to kiss, bite, and suck on her neck. His free hand started to rub her clit, knowing he was close, and he needed her to cum. He heard her moan and he smiled. "That's it baby," he whispered in her ear.

Olivia was in overdrive. All she could do was moan, her eyes rolled back in her head and she gripped his hand, holding it in place against her clit. "I…" she gasped and thrust her hips back into his. "Oh!" She felt her orgasm start to take over her body and she cried out again. "Cum!" Was all she could manage to say.

Charles smirked and tugged on her hair some more and she moaned, and with that, he came inside her, spurring on another orgasm, slowing his thrusts and his fingers down, allowing both of them to come down from the high they were riding out.

Olivia moaned and fell face first into the pillow and she groaned, gently pushing his hand away from her clit. He thrust into her a few more times and pulled out of her. He collapsed on top of her and moved her hair, kissing the nape of her neck.

Charles rolled off of her after a few moments and smiled. "That was incredible."

Olivia nodded. "Amazing," she whispered and turned her head to face him. "I definitely don't feel hungover anymore," she whispered and smiled. She moved closer to him, feeling him wrap an arm around her. "Mm."

Charles kissed her ear and then nuzzled into her. "Me either," he whispered. "I don't know if it was the Midol or the sex."

Olivia chuckled. "Maybe both," she looked into his eyes and she smiled. "I can't believe Liz is pregnant with our baby." She whispered and maneuvered herself so she was on her side, facing him."

Charles smiled and kissed her forehead. "I promised you a baby, I always deliver on my promises."

Olivia caressed his face. "I love you, Charles Brooks." She felt him rub her back in soothing circles. "Mm. You're going to put me to sleep."

Charles smiled. "I love you too, Olivia Benson." He stroked her side and smiled. "So get some more sleep. We don't have anything to do today."

Olivia nuzzled into his chest and closed her eyes. "We should probably call and check on the kids," she whispered.

Charles smiled. "We can take a nap first and then call."

Olivia nodded. "I vote for that." She chuckled and looked up at him and kissed him softly. "Let's sleep, and then we call," she whispered and rubbed their noses together.

Charles wrapped blankets around them and held her close. "Let's sleep." He whispered back and closed his eyes and within moments they were both asleep. About an hour later he stirred and looked down to see Olivia sleeping soundly. He gently slid out of bed and walked to the bathroom. Once he was finished he washed his hands and his face and walked back to the bedroom, seeing Olivia still asleep. He put on boxers and pajama pants and made his way down to the kitchen.

Olivia woke up about fifteen minutes later and sat up, looking around for Charles. When she didn't see him she got up, went to the bathroom, washed her hands and walked back into the bedroom, slipping into a bra and panty set and putting a silk robe over top of it. She walked downstairs to the kitchen, seeing him at the stove. She slinked up behind him and ran her hands over his torso. "Hey you," she said coyly. She kissed his shoulder blades and rested her forehead against his back.

Charles smiled. "Hey yourself," he whispered back. "Hope you're hungry. I made French Toast." He took the last piece of French Toast out of the skillet and turned in her arms, leaning down and kissing her. "And if you want, we still have some champagne from last night that we never opened and some orange juice; we could have mimosas."

Olivia smiled. "You spoil me," she said gently, her loosely tied robe exposed her bra and she kissed him softly. "Not that I'll ever complain," she whispered.

Charles smiled and gently ran his finger along the edge of her robe. "I like spoiling you," he whispered and picked her up and put her on the counter. "You're so beautiful."

Olivia blushed and wrapped her legs around him. "You better make those mimosas so we can eat and call the kids. All your loving doting is turning me on," she whispered and kissed him lightly. She broke the kiss but stayed close. "I suppose if you're going to make mimosas I better let you go," she whispered.

Charles smirked and ran his hands over the outside of her thighs. "You should, the French Toast is getting cold." He kissed over her jaw and down her neck, then back up to her ear. "But I promise you after we call the kids you and I can come right back here or in bed or in the bathtub or on the couch, wherever you want to go, and I'll continue to lovingly dote on you until you get sick of it."

Olivia smiled and moved her legs from around him and she moved his face to kiss his lips. "I'll never get sick of you doting on me. Never," she whispered and kissed him once more, passionately, cradling his face in her hands. She broke the kiss after a few minutes and opened her eyes. "Go," she whispered and smiled. "I'll get plates and silverware."

Charles smiled and kissed her cheek and walked to the fridge to get the champagne and orange juice. He saw Olivia hop off the counter and start getting plates and silverware out. He made the mimosas and set them in front of the plates at the breakfast nook. He got the syrup out and warmed it up and set it in the middle of their plates. He saw Olivia climb onto a stool and he smiled. "Bon appetit, my love."

Olivia smiled and served herself two pieces of French Toast and drizzled some syrup on it. She picked up her mimosa and looked over at Charles. "To us, 2023, and our baby," she bit her bottom lip.

Charles clinked his glass with hers and they each took a sip. "I can't wait to meet our baby."


A/N: So... what do you think? Smutty... we found out at least one embryo "stuck"! We'll learn if it's twins or not soon, I haven't decided yet. Anyway, leave a review if you're so inclined, and I'll see you soon!