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He let her sleep until 9:30 the next morning; amazed that her own alarm hadn't woken her bright and early at 5 am like normal. He heard noise from the bedroom and knocked lightly on the door. 'Liv? It's Elliot, is everything alright?' He opened the door to her bedroom; he thought she was still asleep until a tiny moan escaped from her lips. 'I can't move without feeling like I'm going to be sick, I can't get out of bed!' she had lowered her voice to a tentative whisper in the hopes that it wouldn't jar her roiling stomach.
'Shh, stay still I'll be back in a sec'. He grabbed the paper bag full of groceries he had gone out to get that morning while she was still sleeping. He came back with a package of saltines and pressed one into her hand. 'God, El I don't want food right now, I want to die'. 'Good, now see your sense of humor is already returning' he joked back.
Cautiously, she ate one cracker, then another and another; she breathed a sigh of relief. 'Feeling any better?' 'Much thanks' Olivia replied as she walked into the kitchen after her shower. 'We're going to be late for your appointment, let's go'. Elliot picked up her coat and waited expectantly by the door.
'Uh, Elliot – I, uh, hadn't really planned on you going to the appointment with me, I'll be fine now El. Thanks for your help'. 'You really expect me to let you go through this alone?' 'Exactly El, it shouldn't be a matter of you LETTING me do anything! This is the problem; I don't need you permission or approval'
Elliot wasn't about to make the same mistake twice. 'Hear me out Liv; I don't want you to go through this alone. You shouldn't have to either. I want to be there for you, for our baby. At least you have to allow me that Olivia'. 'El – I don't want this to ruin what we have, or affect our relationship or…' 'Let's just get through this day by day, starting with the doctors and making sure mother and baby are doing okay'.
Olivia nodded, brown eyes filled with uncertainty. Elliot drove to the appointment at a clinic on the upper east side on 43rd street. As they drove, he glanced over repeatedly at Olivia who didn't say a word the entire time they were in the car. But as they passed by a couple walking with a stroller near central park, she smiled wistfully at the pair who were so obviously in love and placed her hands over her own stomach. He yearned to pull aside her coat and shirt to see if there were any changes in her body yet made by their baby that lay nestled deep beneath her tender touch.
She barely noticed as he parked the car and jumped slightly as he placed his own hand over hers where it lay over her belly 'we're here Liv'.
She nodded brusquely and got out of the car. Elliot made to guide her by gently cupping her elbow as she walked up the stairs but she shrugged him off; 'I'm fine El, I'm not going to break'. He backed off reluctantly and waited while she filled out the registration forms at the front desk.
She came back with a clipboard and sat down heavily beside him. 'They want to know my family's medical history' Her hand shook as she fiddled with the pen until the cap broke off. Elliot took it from her hands – 'it's going to be okay Liv'. Just then, a nurse appeared at the door and chirped out 'Ms. Benson, they're ready for you'.
Olivia stood but didn't let go of Elliot's hand which surprised him. He stood up with her and went into the exam room after she'd changed and sat beside the exam chair. The doctor bustled in cheerily, 'Hello Olivia – good to see you again. Is this the baby's father?' Elliot rose and offered his hand, 'Elliot Stabler and yes, I am the father of this baby. Tell me, is everything alright with the pregnancy – no blood pressure problems, sign of pre-eclampsia, HCG levels are good?'
The doctor raised her eyebrows and chuckled 'Not the first time we've been through this then Mr. Stabler?' He grinned wryly, 'No, uh, actually I've got 5 but only one is still living at home'. The doctor nodded wisely, 'alright now Olivia everything looks good with the pregnancy and your calculation of twelve weeks gestation appears correct. Today we're just going to do a routine ultrasound and run a set of tests which we'll repeat at 16 and 20 weeks'. 'Yeah, that's fine'.
Elliot gently pried her hands from being clamped on her stomach and held them tight in his own hands, warming them and keeping them away so that the doctor could perform the tests. 'Sorry' she mumbled embarrassedly as she inched down her jeans and pushed up her top so that the doctor could spread the gel for the ultrasound.
Elliot could only stare at her as she exposed her stomach. It was almost as smooth and flat as he had imagined except for the slight curve that mounded just below her belly button. Lowering the Doppler probe he strained his ears listening for the hummingbird beat that would signify their baby's heartbeat.
After a few moments of strained silence, the doctor found what she was looking for and moved her mouse around the screen clicking intermittently as she took pictures for measurement. Olivia's gaze moved from her stomach to the screen and back again; 'ohmigod…is that the baby?' 'Yep, that's your baby' – the doctor kept the probe still for another few seconds so that they could get a good look before she handed Olivia a wad of paper towel so that she could wipe the sticky gel off of her stomach.
The doctor's hand replaced Olivia's as she felt her stomach. 'Well congratulations again you two, I can positively confirm that you are expecting a healthy baby due around November 1st. Keep taking your prenatal vitamins and taking care of yourself and I will see you in four weeks if everything progresses as it should. At your next appointment we can speak more about preparing for an advanced maternal age high risk pregnancy and birth and discuss your options then.'
Olivia sat up and yanked her shirt back down over her stomach once the doctor had left; 'I hate hearing about how old I am, how I'm at an advanced age to be a mother like I'm some kind of doddering geriatric who can't remember how to tie her own shoes' she complained bitterly as she struggled to do up her jeans button. As she fought against the zipper she burst into laughter, leaning onto the table for support.
'Am I gonna get clocked if I laugh as well?' Elliot teased. 'No, you cannot laugh at me because I'm getting fat- you made me this way' she choked out, now between laughter and tears. She gave up trying to do up her zipper and settled for pulling her sweater down over top of the gap and buttoning her coat.
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