Protégé
A/N: Picks up where we left off. Thank you for your kind reviews/comments. My unit in the hospital is still on outbreak, it's becoming a very lonely holiday season. In better news with the support of two physiotherapists and a tall walker, I can walk 30 feet now. Small victories.
A/N 2: These next few Chapters are going to possibly take your emotions on a rollercoaster. Buckle in, and continue reading for a wild ride.
Disclaimer: If Wolf won't use 'em properly…I will.
Chapter 42
Mercy Hospital, Wednesday Evening, Summer 2013, Continued
"Warner?" Elliot suddenly said.
"Hmmm?" Olivia mumbled.
"The doc said her name was Warner…" he trailed off, as a look of understanding finally crossed Olivia's face.
"Huh, could be her mom, I think both Mel's parents are doctors," Olivia tried to remember what she could about her friend's parents.
"What a weird coincidence," he pointed out, however he was extremely thankful for her, whether she was their medical examiner's mother or not.
"So I have something I'd like to ask you," Elliot said as he rubbed his thumb methodically over her stomach. He wished the gown wasn't in the way, and that he could feel her warm, smooth skin beneath his hand.
"Go ahead," Olivia nodded, the soft rhythm of his movements was lulling her into a deep state of relaxation, something she didn't think was possible in a hospital, especially in an emergency department.
"Would you like to have dinner with me?" Elliot joked, as a nurse brought in two trays covered in a variety of bland looking food.
"Wow, you really know how to spoil me Stabler, is this the kind of five star treatment I should expect as the mother of your child?" Olivia sat back as the nurse positioned a rolling table in between them.
Elliot had just pushed his chair back, and was wiping his hands with the sanitizing napkin, when her statement really sunk in.
He knew she was pregnant. He had been present when she took the test at home. He held her hand as the doctor performed an ultrasound on her, confirming her pregnancy for a second time as well.
But hearing her refer to herself as the mother of his child, had a warm tingling feeling blooming inside of him.
All he wanted, before they even found out they were expecting, was to treat Olivia like the queen she was in his opinion. He wanted to spend the rest of his life providing for her, and spoiling her whenever he got the opportunity to do so. Those intentions were for his girlfriend, and hopefully one day, his wife.
Now, he could add his child's mother to her list of titles, but in his mind, that was the only thing that would change. He still wanted to provide an exemplary life for her, only he hoped he got to spoil two people, instead of one. He wanted to be the husband his father never was. He couldn't recall his parents ever being affectionate with one another. Growing up his father was rarely around, and given the choice between spending time with his wife and family, or working, his old man always chose to work.
He himself was passionate about his career, and sincerely wanted to help and make a difference in his community, and the lives of others, but not to the detriment of his relationship with Olivia, or their family.
Elliot gulped, family. He knew he wanted to marry Olivia one day, wanted to share a life with her. He supposed they accidentally did things out of order, but he realized pregnant or not, that she was already his family.
Elliot squeezed her hand that was resting on the table between them.
"Baby or no baby, you're my family, you're the only person I need, and imma spend the rest of my life loving you, and cherishing the family we've created," Elliot choked on his words as his emotions poured out of him.
Olivia nodded, and swallowed loudly, "I don't need you to prove anything to me Stabler, you already have. I know I don't have a big family like you, or a bunch of siblings, my friends are my family, but you… Call me crazy but you give me hope for the kind of future I always wanted. I use to think hope was one of the worst emotions a person could have, my mother taught me to be realistic from a very young age, but you… Somehow, you taught me how to dream again, that it was okay to hope for things because you always delivered. You've taught me to trust, and that's not something I do easily."
Elliot stood carefully, and pushed the table aside. Olivia scooted over on her stretcher, and patted the space beside her as she laid down and turned on her side. She understood his need to be close to her, to touch her, because at that moment she was feeling the exact same way.
Elliot hiked himself up beside her, being sure not to tug on his IV, or hers. He chuckled, "We're quite the pair aren't we?"
"I'd say so," Olivia whispered.
Making sure not to tug on his stitches he laid on his side, loving the feel of her abdomen against his again, even if it was through their matching hospital gowns. He absolutely loved knowing their child, the baby they created together, was resting peacefully between them. He hoped they could somehow feel how loved they were already.
Olivia ran her hand gently over his bandaged arm and shoulder, feeling the gauze beneath his gown.
She couldn't prevent the tear from slipping down her nose, "I could've lost you today."
Elliot had been staring down their bodies, where their torsos connected. He glanced up, hearing the emotion in her voice.
"I love you," he expressed before he gripped her cheek and pressed his lips to hers.
Olivia wrapped her hand around his neck, holding him close. She didn't care if her heart monitor went off, she needed to feel his warm flesh beneath her hands, feel his beating heart against her chest.
Just like every other time they kissed, Olivia felt butterflies in her stomach. She could feel her body responding to his, knowing now her pregnancy was adding to her responsiveness.
"El," Olivia whimpered, hiking her leg up to rest on top of his.
Elliot lowered his hand, and rubbed the thigh resting over his. He moaned into their kiss as he realized the easy access they both had, thanks to their hospital gowns.
It definitely wasn't the most romantic, or intimate place that they had been in, but Olivia was rubbing against his hip, in a rhythmic motion, that had his cock coming to life too. He recognized her hormones must've been wreaking havoc on her system, and wondered if he should put a stop to things when he felt her place her hand over his, that was already resting high on her thigh, and slowly she dragged it higher, and higher until his fingers brushed along the waistband of her panties.
"Dear God," Elliot mumbled, breaking their kiss, and burying his head in the junction between her neck, and shoulder. He kissed the skin within his reach, pausing when his lips bumped against the buttons on her hospital gown.
Elliot felt her press down against his hand, and slowly he slipped his fingers underneath her panties, instantly being met with her liquid heat. He ran a single finger up, and down her slick folds, "Fuck Liv, your so-"
Elliot's words were drowned out by the curtain being whipped open once again, he hastily removed his hand from it's fairly obvious position, under his girlfriend's gown.
Glancing at his Captain as he nearly fell out of bed, she looked like she had seen a ghost.
"And to think I paid for a cab ride here, and turned down a free dinner, because the hospital called and told me it was an emergency! Only to find you looking alive, and perfectly well, with some… what would you call him, boy toy? One night stand? Play thing? With his bloody hand up your gown for God sakes Olivia! Have you no shame?!" the angry woman scolded his girlfriend.
Although he had no leg to stand on, having been the person caught in a compromising position, Elliot still didn't like the tone this stranger was using on his partner. "I'm sorry you are…?"
The older woman opened her mouth to speak, but it was Olivia's voice he heard as she swung her legs around, to sit on the side of her stretcher. She placed a hand on his good shoulder, and gave him a slight squeeze, "Hello, Mother."
Elliot felt his knees buckle, and twisted his head to look at his girlfriend, then to the woman who had suddenly entered the room.
"Mother?" Elliot hadn't heard his voice go that high since before puberty, and not liking the smirk that appeared on the newcomer's face.
A/N: I never said Serena was dead. Some may have assumed…Don't get mad at me, by reading this you entered into a reader/writer agreement to accept all the ups, and downs, twists, and turns, just like a rollercoaster!
