A/N: Okay, I'm really sorry if you guys thought I made Live too promiscuous, but that's why the story is marked PARODY. Most people had the same idea of who should be the father, so I decided to shake things up a bit by not listening to anything that you all said: All of you seemed pretty split between John Munch and Elliot Stabler anyway. I went with what I thought would be funniest and what I had originally planned to do.

Olivia smiled down at her brand new baby boy as he hungrily sucked at her breast. She was exhausted, but it was a good exhausted - the kind that only came after something like giving birth. He's so beautiful, she thought with awe as she watched his jaw muscles work methodically.

"Hey, Liv," Elliot said as he walked into the room with a teddy bear in his hands. "Is that the little guy?"

Olivia nodded with a smile, "Hi, El. Yeah, this is Baby Boy Benson."

"Haven't picked out a name, yet?" Elliot teased lightly.

Liv shook her head, "I was thinking about Jerome, but then he came out and he doesn't look like a Jerome to me."

Elliot grinned as he peered at the baby (who had stopped eating and was sleeping peacefully, "No, he's not a Jerome."

"He looks like a Stephen to me," John put in as he came into the room with a stuffed puppy dog in his hands.

"Don't give her suggestions for my baby," Elliot said.

"It's my baby," John countered.

"What are you guys talking about? Baby Boy Benson isn't either of yours," Olivia said, a little confused as to why they thought they were the baby's father.

"What? But what about that time ...?" Elliot asked.

"When you got shit-faced and spent the night on my bed while I took the couch? Nothing happened, El. And, John? We haven't slept together in over twelve months! Logically, the baby's not yours."

"Then whose is he?" the two men asked at the same time.

"Did I miss it?" the baby's father came rushing into the room, looking at the occupants frantically. "Damn it!"

John looked back at Liv, "Him? He's the father!"

"You got a problem with that?" Fin asked as he crossed his arms protectively over his chest.

"He doesn't have a problem with anything, Fin," Liv said, "He was just commenting on how cute our baby is, actually."

Fin grinned, "Yeah, Pete is pretty cute."

A/N: Now it's really done.