A/N: This chapter is for LittleMissBensonBaby. Please read and review for more.
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Olivia woke the next morning and was shocked but relieved to find Elliot sitting in the chair beside the bed.
"Where the hell have you been?" Olivia asked softly but Elliot easily detected the anger in her voice.
Elliot sighed and tried to take her hands in hers but Olivia snatched them out of his grip. "Liv..."
"No stupid excuses. Where the hell were you?! You promised to be here when I returned from the x-ray," she snapped.
"Baby, I found the guy who has been bothering you."
Olivia shot up in the bed but instantly groaned in pain and slumped back down in to the pillows. "What? Where?"
Elliot took Olivia's hands in his, silently relieved that she was letting him this time. "He was in the cafeteria. He was headed to your room, I intercepted him. We got in to a full on brawl outside the hospital when I was trying to get him in the car," he explained and it was then when Olivia noticed his bruised right cheek.
"Aww, honey, does it hurt?" she asked concerned and reached over to caress the bruise delicately.
"I'm fine, babe," he replied and tried to hide the wince of pain.
"It hurts otherwise you wouldn't wince in pain when I delicately run my fingers over it," she insisted.
"I didn't wince in pain cause it doesn't hurt," he denied in an instant.
"Sure, sure," she replied, laughing a little.
Elliot took her hand off his cheek and kissed her open palm. "I love you," he whispered and kissed her palm again.
"I love you too," she replied, just as the door to her hospital room opened.
Doctors Fisher and Hopkins entered the room with her file in hand.
"Morning, Olivia," they both greet her before Dr. Fisher asks, "Do you want Elliot in here while we talk?"
Nodding, Olivia refused to release Elliot's hand. "Yes, I do," she replied.
"Okay. Well we've talk and decided that you can go home... But on two conditions. One, someone stays with you, and two, take these Anti-Anxiety meds, that I am prescribing you," she told Olivia as she wrote on a prescription pad. She passed it to her and said, "Get dressed while I get your discharge forms. Dr Hopkins is going to release you from these monitors and IV."
Olivia smiled, glad to be going home. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Dr Fisher replied as Dr Hopkins proceeded to unplug the monitors and took out the IV."
Laying on the couch in Elliot's apartment later that day, Olivia was watching some random soap opera on the television, although she wasn't particularly paying attention to it.
Elliot was setting up his bedrom for her. He put his clothes in some of his drawers, which emptied for her clothes, changed the bed linen, using her favourite soft, expensive bed sheets and her thick, emerald green comforter wth matching pillowcases. He was trying to make it homely for her, even though she insisted that it was fine, that she felt at home in his place anyway.
He walked back in to the living room and leaned over her, pressing a kiss on her forehead as she fought sleep. "Hey. Why don't you go to bed and take a nap?" he suggested.
Looking up at him, Olivia smiled tiredly. "I'm fine," she yawned, "the show just isn't interesting me."
"Well, let's go out for dinner."
"No, thanks," Olivia replied, shaking her hand.
"Olivia, you've got to eat," he insisted.
"I'm not hungry," Olivia told him and turned the television volume low.
Olivia groaned. "Back off, would you?!" she snapped and groaned again when her tummy grumbled at her.
"Sure. If you weren't hungry, your stomach wouldn't be grumbling at you. How about I get us some takeout?"
Knowing that she wasn't going to win, Olivia sighed. "Fine. Surprise me," she mumbled.
"Okay. Love you," he said and gave her a kiss.
"Love you too. Bring back some ice cream too," she told him with a small smile.
"Sure, beautiful," Elliot replied as he grabbed his coat, car keys and wallet. "I'll be back soon."
Pulling the blanket off the back of the couch, over her, Olivia watched him leave before she laid back down, getting comfortable.
Olivia must've fallen asleep while watching the television show because she woke to the feel of being shaken, a soft voice and a tender kiss on her forehead.
"Liv, wake up."
Groaning, Olivia rubbed her eyes and sat up. "Hey, did I fall asleep again?" she asked groggily.
"Yeah, babe, you did but it's fine. I bought us some Chinese, you favourite, of course. And your favourite ice cream. Cookie Dough. It's in the freezer. Now eat up."
"You really know me. Thanks, El," she said with a small smile and opened the carton.
Upon opening the box of Orange Chicken and Fried Rice, Olivia inhaled the sweet aroma and it make her stomach grumble again. "Gosh, so damn hungry."
Elliot laughed and got stuck in to his own meal. "I told you that you were."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I was just being stubborn," she admitted and ate some more.
Shocked, Elliot stopped eating and looked at Olivia. He was surprised that she'd admitted to being stubborn so quickly and easily. "You need to get something off your chest?" he asked Olivia softly.
Swallowing the half chewed food in her mouth, Olivia shook her head. "No, El, I'm fine, really. Just glad to be out of the hospital."
"Me too, honey. Cause it means we can actually cuddle on a comfortable bed," Elliot laughed.
Olivia laughed with him and rested her head on his shoulder as she continued to enjoy her dinner. "Yeah, that's another up side of it," she agreed with him. "I just hope I don't get anymore stupid calls. They were really pissing me off."
"The guy's in lock up, Liv, so you shouldn't get anymore," he assured her and Olivia nodded as she finished off her dinner.
The room became silent except for the TV, which was still on with the volume on low.
Finished with her meal, Olivia got up and headed in to the kitchen to throw out the empty box. She threw that and the chop sticks in to the bin before leaning forward, resting her hands on the counter.
"You okay, baby?" Elliot asked and wrapped his arms around her waist, accidentally startling her.
"Huh?" Olivia asked, turning around in his arms. "Sorry, what did you say?"
Elliot reached up and began to caress the apple of her cheek. "You're so jumpy. Are you alright?" he asked concerned.
Sighing, Olivia leaned in to Elliot's touch. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just lost deep in thought," she assured him, although it wasn't very convincing.
"You want to go for a peaceful walk through the park. We'll take it slowly," he offered.
"Yeah, that will be nice, El. Thanks. I'm just going to use the bathroom and put my shoes on," she told him and went in to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
Walking through the park slowly, hand in hand, it was peaceful and calming for Olivia.
The park was actually buzzing with life, considering the sun was beginning to set.
"How are you feeling?" Elliot suddenly asked, caressing the back of her hand with his thumb.
Olivia exhaled a deep breath and smiled. "Yeah, this is really peaceful," she replied.
"That's good. I knew you'd enjoy this. I've always noticed that a walk or a jog always calms you," he said and kissed her cheek.
"Yeah," Olivia replied softly before the noise around them got a little louder as they reached the playground.
Seeing the happy children playing, talking and giggling, once again made Olivia realize what she wanted most in the world. A child of her own. A child, who was Benson and Stabler. A little of her and Elliot.
As they walked past, Olivia put her free hand on her stomach and sighed.
Elliot must've noticed because he rubbed the back of her hand again. "I'll give you the baby that you long for," he promised.
Olivia nodded. "I hope so," she replied as she and Elliot headed back out of the park, heading back to Elliot's apartment before it got dark.
Laying in bed that night, Olivia was resting her head on Elliot's chest and he had his arms around her, his hands resting on the small of her back. It was only 10:16PM but both occupants of the bed were falling asleep rather quickly.
"What do you want to do tomorrow?" Elliot asked, rubbing soothing circles on Olivia's back, which was making Olivia's heavy, tired eyelids droop quicker.
"I don't know," Olivia replied after a yawn. "I just want to sleep right now," she told him groggily.
"Well sleep then, Liv," Elliot laughed lightly and kissed the crown of her head, inhaling the scent of her freshly washed hair. It was such a pleasant fragrance. He wasn't quite sure what it was but he could detected smells of fruit.
In response, Olivia mumbled something incoherently causing Elliot to laugh lightly, only for the both of them to be startled by the ringing and vibration of Olivia's cell phone on the night stand.
They both groaned and Elliot went to answer it but Olivia stopped him and answered it herself. "Benson," she answered, half asleep.