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A week later, Elliot pushed open the door to his apartment and led Olivia inside. He smirked when he saw that the lights were dimmed. He ushered Olivia into the kitchen.

Olivia gave Elliot a weird look.

He smiled and flipped on the lights.

Everyone in the apartment suddenly materialized, shouting, "Happy birthday, Olivia!"

Startled, Olivia took a step back

Elliot grabbed her hand and pulled her to the table, where the large chocolate cake had been placed on a platter.

She studied the cake and looked at Elliot accusingly.

Alex came up behind her best friend and hugged her. "Don't be mad, Liv. It wasn't just his idea."

Olivia finally relaxed and smiled, but she pointed a finger at Elliot.

Elliot slipped an arm around Olivia's waist and kissed her.

She settled into the kiss and relaxed.

A little form emerged from the group, and Eli ran to his father and Olivia. "Daddy! Wivvy!"

Elliot chuckled and picked his two-year-old son up.

Eli squirmed and reached for Olivia. "Wivvy!"

Surprised, Olivia caught the little boy and held him close.

Eli snuggled into her and buried his face in her neck.

Olivia closed her eyes for a moment, suddenly assaulted by a slurry of feelings. Love and joy, mixed with some sadness... holding Eli the moment he was born... She gasped softly.

Elliot was alarmed. "Liv?" He looked into her eyes, and saw a familiar emotion pulsing through the chocolate brown orbs. He stepped closer. "Liv..."

The look he saw was remembrance.

She stared at the little boy snuggled into her shoulder. Eli...

Elliot watched as she gazed at Eli. He didn't say a word.

Eli lifted his head and smiled brightly. "My Wivvy!"

Olivia choked on her tears. How could she have forgotten, even for a moment, about this little miracle? She hugged him tighter and kissed his head.

Elliot found that his own eyes were damp. He slowly reached forward and rested a hand on Olivia's back.

She looked up at her partner, and tears spilled down her cheeks.

Every other person in the room was silent as they watched the scene unfold.

Elliot gathered Olivia into his arms, and felt a tear slide down his cheek.

She buried her face in his neck, careful of the child between them.

He began to rock her back and forth, and tightened his hold on her as he buried his face into her hair.

Suddenly feeling as though they were interrupting, one by one the guests began to slip out of the apartment

Olivia held onto him as tightly as she could, her lips moving to form his name against his skin.

Elliot stroked her hair and felt more tears stream down his cheeks.

Finally she pulled away and looked up at him.

He brushed her tears away with his thumb. "Liv," he whispered. He lovingly stroked her cheek with his fingers.

She nodded, frustrated when she still couldn't speak.

Elliot leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes.

Freeing a hand, she ran it over his cheek, then she kissed him softly.

Annoyed, Eli pushed himself between them. "My Wivvy!"

Elliot chuckled slightly. "Okay, we can share her," he said.

He shook a chubby baby finger. "My!"

Olivia grinned and blew a raspberry into Eli's stomach, cherishing the giggles she received.

Elliot laughed. Olivia looked happy, something that he had feared he would never see again.

After making the little boy giggle again, Olivia pulled her notepad out of her pocket, scratching out a short note. What's happening?

She showed it to Elliot.

"It's your birthday," Elliot said softly. "Happy birthday."

She smiled and looked at Eli again. She wasn't sure of anything at the moment, but she remembered Elliot and this little boy in her arms.

Eli glared at his father. "No!"

"No what?" Elliot asked innocently.

"My Wivvy, Daddy!"

Elliot snickered. "She's yours?"


Olivia grinned and kissed Eli's head.

"What am I, chopped liver?" Elliot pouted playfully.

Olivia leaned over and kissed his cheek.

Elliot smiled. "Better." He kissed her again, and snaked his arm around her waist.

She happily snuggled into his embrace and sighed happily.

He pulled her closer and smiled. He ran his hand up and down her back.

After Kathy came to the apartment to pick up Eli, and Elliot had made calls to everyone to let them know Olivia was okay, he drove Olivia to the hospital to let her doctor look her over. No one was quite certain why she had recovered her memory, but she and Elliot were thrilled. A few hours later, they were sitting in bed together. Olivia ran her hands along her favorite pair of pajamas and looked around the room, as though she were seeing it in a new light.

Elliot pulled her close, inhaling a whiff of her lavender and vanilla scented hair. "I love you," he whispered.

She leaned into him, placing her slender hand on his chest.

He cupped her hand in his, and felt his hand slide down her back.

She shivered at the gentle touch and sighed.

Elliot nuzzled her head. "You okay?"

She nodded, squeezing his hand.

He kissed her on the cheek and ran his fingers through her hair.

Her body arched, and she gently pushed him back against the pillows. Then she caught his lips in a soft kiss.

He deepened the gentle kiss and began to trail his hand down her slender, perfectly toned thighs.

She rested her forehead against his and met his eyes.

Cerulean blue eyes locked with chocolate brown, and Elliot's hand absently traveled to the front of Olivia's shirt, blindly fumbling at the buttons.

She helped him unbutton her shirt. Then she reached out and gently removed his shirt, tossing it to the floor.

He grabbed the waistband of her pajama pants and slid them off of, trailing his fingers down her tanned legs.

She kissed him again as she slowly unfastened his jeans.

He gently tugged at Olivia's underwear, and unhooked her bra.

Finally all of their clothes were on the floor, and Olivia rolled onto her back, gently pulling Elliot with her.

He cupped her breast in his hand and kissed her on the neck, working his way up to her lips.

She sighed contently as he kissed her again. And as they melded together, she couldn't help but think how incredibly lucky she was. How lucky they were.

When they were finally sated, Olivia curled up next to Elliot and rested her head on his chest. She was exhausted, but she wanted to stay awake just a little longer.

Elliot absentmindedly stroked her hair as he gazed at the ceiling.

She placed a gentle kiss on his chest and draped a long leg over his.

He curled both arms tightly around her slender waist and felt the heat from her body radiating him.

She couldn't speak, but there were no words to be said. She loved him, and he loved her.

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