Saved, Part 12
Characters: Alex, Olivia, other
Rating: same as always
Spoilers: none
Hello everyone, this is the last chapter to Saved. I didn't want to leave you hanging until July. Enjoy!
Diclaimer: don't own it and never will.
AN: Thank you to all of you who have read and reviewed, you are all awesome. I know this ends kindof abruptly, but I wasn't sure how else to end it. I hope you like it.
Saved, Part 12
Alex's POV
I was so angry, but I had started to calm down after talking to Jim. Then, I got home and she wasn't there. I hadn't really expected her to be home already, so I waited. An hour later I was getting worried so I called the station and her cell phone. When she didn't answer either I called Elliot- he said you had both left the office an hour before… I started to get angry again. I had all these images going through my head. She could be hurt, or getting drunk, or… I don't know what. But I wasn't happy. Then other ideas started prancing through my mind, Olivia leaving me, raising the child, our child, on her own, sleeping alone in bed every night. I started to cry and curled myself up on the couch. I was still there when she walked though the door two hours later.
I let you know how scared I was when you came in, and I told you that you should have told me.
And then you said it. I admit that I had pretty much gotten over being angry, but she wasn't going to tell me? Now, that pissed me off. I didn't want to deal with her after that, not right then anyway. She has no right to keep something like that from me… well maybe she does, but that is completely beside the point.
I couldn't sleep that night, not that that is any type of big surprise. I kept on thinking about Sarah and the baby-Liv's baby, our baby. Oh God, we were going to have a baby.
A couple of sleepless hours later I was almost ready to go out and face her, when she came bursting though the door and broke into what could be considered an incredibly adorable and heartfelt rant. Of course, I would never tell her that. Having Sarah changed me at a young age, I was forced to grow up on my own, practically overnight, and finally meeting her changed me even more. I was scared before to have another child, scared of to many things to count. But I was ready now, wasn't I? So complicated, why does it have to be this complicated? I imagine a little girl or boy, giggling, kicking little legs into the air, taking first steps, saying Mommy and Momma. I wanted that.
I wandered out and laid down on the couch with Liv. When I woke up, was the new morning light filtering in through the window in our office, it was so bright.
Five months later Liv looked like she was about to pop. I couldn’t even imagine how round she would be once she was actually ready to give birth. I almost laughed every time I had to help her off the couch, thinking how big the baby would be once it was born. Olivia had been adamant about not knowing the sex, and it was driving me insane. I had gotten to the point of not caring if it was a boy or a girl, but I wanted to go shopping damn it and I couldn't. Liv kept telling me to buy gender-neutral things and what I thought was cute, no matter if it was for a girl or a boy. Our child would be well rounded. Uh-huh, I would just look at her smiling and say through my grinning teeth that a little boy playing with Barbie on the playground would get beaten up. She would just smile lovingly and pat me on the hand. Why do I get the feeling she knew something I didn’t?
In the beginning of April I received a letter from Sarah, we had been keeping in touch since October, phone calls, emails, pictures. I had celebrated with her when she got accepted to NYU and had even sent her an authentic NYU hoodie, she then sent me about 500 pictures of her wearing it. Her mother says she never takes it off. I told her about the baby and she's excited about having a little niece or nephew, as she calls it, and has volunteered to "baby sit whenever" she's going to regret that promise later. Apparently she broke up with her boyfriend and has been having a, and I quote, flirt fest with one of the girls in her English class, but doesn't want to get involved since she is moving half way across the country in a few months. I told her to live a little. The letter that I received from her this particular day was an invitation to her graduation ceremony where she would be speaking as Valedictorian. I was crying I was so happy, I would get to see my little girl graduate from high school.
Two months later I was running around ragged trying to pack, put on my shoes and brush my teeth at the same time when I caught sight of Olivia beached on the couch looking pathetic with her bottom lip sticking out.
"Don't look at me like that, I'll be back in two days, Casey and Elliot are a phone call away if need anything, and you aren't due for two more weeks." She just kept giving me her patented puppy dog eyes and protruding bottom lip. I sighed, "You are the one that told me to go to Indiana…." Still the look, "I love you, and I promise to take lots of pictures and tell you all about it when I get home."
She finally let out a huff of air and stuck her arms out. "Will you quit your rambling and help me off the couch? I've been trying to get your attention for 10 minutes and my bladder isn't getting any emptier."
All I could do was laugh.
Two days later I was in an Indiana airport I watched the sun rise slowly from the oversized windows. My foot was tapping impatiently, praying for time to speed up. I thought first births were supposed to be late. When Elliot called me earlier this morning and told me Olivia's water had broke, I almost fainted. When I ran into the hospital, ten hours after the original call, Liv was still lying there panting and giving the nurse a look that could kill. The poor young woman looked ready to either flee or keel over right there. From what I gathered from Elliot later, apparently she had been talking to Liv in a typical chirpy manor using "we" language. I laughed thinking about it, but if I had been there at the time, chances are I would have killed her myself.
Five more hours, about a dozen death threats from Olivia, and two dozen apologies and promises to never leave again from me, a little body made its way into the world. My nearly broken hand stretched out to take the small kicking and screaming child. I had never seen anything as beautiful in my life as the combination as my partner side-by-side with our newborn child. Olivia looked at me in slight apprehension and then broke into that giant tired smile that I love. Suddenly, I was against purchasing Barbie Dolls for an entirely different reason.
Elaina Kathryn Benson born to Olivia Benson and Alexandra Cabot. June 6, 2006. 7 lbs. 13 oz. 21 in.
She was perfect, both of them were.
Rating: same as always
Spoilers: none
Hello everyone, this is the last chapter to Saved. I didn't want to leave you hanging until July. Enjoy!
Diclaimer: don't own it and never will.
AN: Thank you to all of you who have read and reviewed, you are all awesome. I know this ends kindof abruptly, but I wasn't sure how else to end it. I hope you like it.
Saved, Part 12
Alex's POV
I was so angry, but I had started to calm down after talking to Jim. Then, I got home and she wasn't there. I hadn't really expected her to be home already, so I waited. An hour later I was getting worried so I called the station and her cell phone. When she didn't answer either I called Elliot- he said you had both left the office an hour before… I started to get angry again. I had all these images going through my head. She could be hurt, or getting drunk, or… I don't know what. But I wasn't happy. Then other ideas started prancing through my mind, Olivia leaving me, raising the child, our child, on her own, sleeping alone in bed every night. I started to cry and curled myself up on the couch. I was still there when she walked though the door two hours later.
I let you know how scared I was when you came in, and I told you that you should have told me.
And then you said it. I admit that I had pretty much gotten over being angry, but she wasn't going to tell me? Now, that pissed me off. I didn't want to deal with her after that, not right then anyway. She has no right to keep something like that from me… well maybe she does, but that is completely beside the point.
I couldn't sleep that night, not that that is any type of big surprise. I kept on thinking about Sarah and the baby-Liv's baby, our baby. Oh God, we were going to have a baby.
A couple of sleepless hours later I was almost ready to go out and face her, when she came bursting though the door and broke into what could be considered an incredibly adorable and heartfelt rant. Of course, I would never tell her that. Having Sarah changed me at a young age, I was forced to grow up on my own, practically overnight, and finally meeting her changed me even more. I was scared before to have another child, scared of to many things to count. But I was ready now, wasn't I? So complicated, why does it have to be this complicated? I imagine a little girl or boy, giggling, kicking little legs into the air, taking first steps, saying Mommy and Momma. I wanted that.
I wandered out and laid down on the couch with Liv. When I woke up, was the new morning light filtering in through the window in our office, it was so bright.
Five months later Liv looked like she was about to pop. I couldn’t even imagine how round she would be once she was actually ready to give birth. I almost laughed every time I had to help her off the couch, thinking how big the baby would be once it was born. Olivia had been adamant about not knowing the sex, and it was driving me insane. I had gotten to the point of not caring if it was a boy or a girl, but I wanted to go shopping damn it and I couldn't. Liv kept telling me to buy gender-neutral things and what I thought was cute, no matter if it was for a girl or a boy. Our child would be well rounded. Uh-huh, I would just look at her smiling and say through my grinning teeth that a little boy playing with Barbie on the playground would get beaten up. She would just smile lovingly and pat me on the hand. Why do I get the feeling she knew something I didn’t?
In the beginning of April I received a letter from Sarah, we had been keeping in touch since October, phone calls, emails, pictures. I had celebrated with her when she got accepted to NYU and had even sent her an authentic NYU hoodie, she then sent me about 500 pictures of her wearing it. Her mother says she never takes it off. I told her about the baby and she's excited about having a little niece or nephew, as she calls it, and has volunteered to "baby sit whenever" she's going to regret that promise later. Apparently she broke up with her boyfriend and has been having a, and I quote, flirt fest with one of the girls in her English class, but doesn't want to get involved since she is moving half way across the country in a few months. I told her to live a little. The letter that I received from her this particular day was an invitation to her graduation ceremony where she would be speaking as Valedictorian. I was crying I was so happy, I would get to see my little girl graduate from high school.
Two months later I was running around ragged trying to pack, put on my shoes and brush my teeth at the same time when I caught sight of Olivia beached on the couch looking pathetic with her bottom lip sticking out.
"Don't look at me like that, I'll be back in two days, Casey and Elliot are a phone call away if need anything, and you aren't due for two more weeks." She just kept giving me her patented puppy dog eyes and protruding bottom lip. I sighed, "You are the one that told me to go to Indiana…." Still the look, "I love you, and I promise to take lots of pictures and tell you all about it when I get home."
She finally let out a huff of air and stuck her arms out. "Will you quit your rambling and help me off the couch? I've been trying to get your attention for 10 minutes and my bladder isn't getting any emptier."
All I could do was laugh.
Two days later I was in an Indiana airport I watched the sun rise slowly from the oversized windows. My foot was tapping impatiently, praying for time to speed up. I thought first births were supposed to be late. When Elliot called me earlier this morning and told me Olivia's water had broke, I almost fainted. When I ran into the hospital, ten hours after the original call, Liv was still lying there panting and giving the nurse a look that could kill. The poor young woman looked ready to either flee or keel over right there. From what I gathered from Elliot later, apparently she had been talking to Liv in a typical chirpy manor using "we" language. I laughed thinking about it, but if I had been there at the time, chances are I would have killed her myself.
Five more hours, about a dozen death threats from Olivia, and two dozen apologies and promises to never leave again from me, a little body made its way into the world. My nearly broken hand stretched out to take the small kicking and screaming child. I had never seen anything as beautiful in my life as the combination as my partner side-by-side with our newborn child. Olivia looked at me in slight apprehension and then broke into that giant tired smile that I love. Suddenly, I was against purchasing Barbie Dolls for an entirely different reason.
Elaina Kathryn Benson born to Olivia Benson and Alexandra Cabot. June 6, 2006. 7 lbs. 13 oz. 21 in.
She was perfect, both of them were.