CRAVE
Olivia always thought she was blessed to have a cast iron stomach. Even in her svu rookie days, she never once got sick. She's seen Elliot turn green once or twice, and he was a freakin marine. Even Fin has gotten a little green behind his gills. And that man was raised in the hood! The brunette didn't even want to think about Munch. That man can watch the part in the Kennedy assassination where his head was blown off a hundred times over and not blink. So he was good. Plus carrying around a small jar of vicks for the smell of corpses is a smart move in her book. No. Nothing has ever made her sick to the point of having deja vu with her lunch. That was until today.
"Alex, I'm home baby." Olivia walked into the two story brownstone she shared with her wife. She hung up her prized leather jacket, removed her badge and gun and placed them on the coffee table. "Alex!" Olivia walked into the kitchen continuing the search for her wife. She stopped abruptly when she saw the kitchen was in disarray. A kitchen knife was left on the cutting board along with an opened jar of pickles. Pickle juice spilled on the table. The tub of rocky road was left open with the lid on the table but a spoon sticking out. Orange peels all over the sink. Good God, are those fish bones in there too? Last but not least, the blender was on the counter with brown colored chunks still in there. The detective was baffled. What on earth did you do, Al? She left the kitchen and went up the stairs to the bedroom to locate her destructive wife. As she approached the bedroom, she was about to panic when she heard the most annoying theme song in the world.
Thank you for being a friend. Travel down the road and back again. Your heart is true. You're a pal and a confidant.
Oh hell no! I am not sittin through the damn Golden Girls. Olivia walked right into the bedroom to find a frightening sight. More than any crime scene could cause. In her bed, she found a 5 month pregnant blonde wearing pigtails, a black sex pistols t-shirt that was obviously too tight now, baggy flanel pajama pants and the glasses of justice bobbing her head to the theme music. The scene got worse. In her wife's hand was a large beer glass filled with the same color concoction she found in the blender. She was told that pregnant women often get weird cravings, but this was just freaking gross!
"Allie.." Olivia called out meekly. Alex looked up and gave her wife the biggest smile. She paused her dvd. "Baby you're home! Come here, I wanna kiss." Which was said before she took a big gulp of the sludge in the glass. "O...k.." The poor brunette walked over and went to place a kiss on Alex's forehead, until Alex moved her head to catch Olivia's lips with her own. The detective taken by surprise when she felt a tongue enter her mouth, just went along with it. Yes, she could taste the sludge. Yes, it was makin her nauseous, but she still went along with it. It was usually a bad sign to piss off her ADA wife, but it got even worse when said wife got pregnant. Goddamn baby hormones! She broke off the kiss as smooth as possible and said, "Sweetie, what are you drinking?" Alex lifted the glass and said "This? It's a smoothie." Olivia cringed from just looking at it. "What's in it Al?" The blonde took another gulp of it, and smiled before letting out a very unladylike belch. "Umm..pickles, oranges, ice cream and salmon. Why? You want some?" As soon as the glass got close to Olivia's nose, she hauled ass in to the bathroom across the bed and shut the door. The sounds of heaving could be heard. Alex disgusted with her wife's rude antics, pressed play on the dvd player and continued to watch her show. Liv must've caught a bug at work. I hope I don't catch it. Alex finished off the rest of her smoothie.