The Healing Process: Adopted by Olivia Benson

Chapter 14

*A/N*

Hey guys, so this chapter(and probably the next few chapters as well) are mainly going to be fillers. Nothing major just building blocks! But I promise it's not for nothing!:) - enjoyy

*Olivia

  I'm going to take Bristol out today, and we're going to spend the day shopping. One of the reasons I love having having a girl is picking out the clothes! Today I matched our out fits. I'm wearing a red with black polka dot sheer shirt with a pair of black jeans, and red flats. Bristol has on the same shirt for her, except hers is longer, along with black leggings and red flats. Her hair was still in the braid from yesterday, and she has in a red head band with a red carnation flower on it.

   We leave and go to a paint store first. Where I let her pick any color paint she wants.

  "The room will be all yours sweetie. Well until the babies get here, then it'll be the nursery too." The room was plenty big enough. For an apartment the room was pretty big. Even with a full size dresser, vanity and queen sized bed it looked empty.  In the end she chose tan with cyan accents. It's really pretty.     Then we went to bed bath and beyond and she picked out new sheets, and decorative pillows.

   She also picked out some pretty decorations. She picked a couple of white shelves, and a matching bookcase and nightstand. Then she got a shade lamp for the night stand, and a standing lamp with three different lights.

    The next stop was a maternity store, because I noticed she was starting to have trouble doing up her jeans. So we got her a few pairs of jeans, and a couple tops.

  "Oh these are so cute!" The Lady checking us out said. She was probably about fifty. Greying blond hair.  "Oh ma'am it looks like you've got the wrong size, what size size do you need? I'll go get it."

  "No, that's the right size." I said, turning to Bristol I said, "you wear size 2 normally right?" She nodded. "Yeah we got the right size."

  "She's pregnant?" The woman asked looking disgracefully at Bristol, then inspecting her stomach.

  "Yea-" I started, but Bristol cut me off.

  "Yes, ma'am, I am. Do have a problem with that?" Bristol said firmly.

  "Well, it's just you appear to be quit young. You couldn't possibly mother a child." She said ignorantly. But Bristol astounded me.

  "I am quite young. 12 in fact." She stated as the lady's eyes popped out of her skull. "But in my twelve years I've been abused, raped, force fed drugs and alcohol, burned, and tortured, and the list goes on." She said, and I thought the lady would faint. "But you are right." She continued. "I can't possibly mother a child." She smiled putting a hand on her belly. "I'll mother BOTH of my children. They'll never have to endure what I did. Yes I may be young, but my babies will be loved, and cared for. They'll be raised into respectable people, and have enough tact to not judge some based on something as insignificant as age." She said taking her bags. "And thank you, I too think they're cute. They show off my bump." She said leaving me behind to pay the flabbergasted woman.

  "I'm so sorry Miss?" She said asking my name.

  "Sergeant Benson of Manhattan SVU." I said handing her the money.

  "I'm very sorry, ma'am, I-"

  "No need. You've done enough already." I said as I took the receipt and change and headed off to find Bristol. I found her sitting on one of the fountains in one of the sitting areas between stores.

   "Are you okay baby?" I asked kneeling in front of her.

   "I just. I don't know. I mean it was okay with Zara, because she's little. But I keep getting looks, and stares. And I don't mind, I mean I do, bit I can brush them off...but how you can someone be so rude, out loud?" She said. Staring I to my eyes.

  "I know baby. I know. They just don't get it. You are younger than most moms, but just like you said, age is just a number. It doesn't define your maturity, or intelligence. Come on, let's go."

   Next, I took her an electronics store. I didn't really approve of young kids having phones, but I had to start back to work soon, and she'd be home alone. I bought her an iPhone  And a she picked out a tan and cyan chevron case.

  "Bristol, do you mind if Elliott comes and hangs out with us?" I asked. I wanted to take her to a baby store to get some stuff for the babies.  Thing that they'd  need regardless the genders. I figured since Elliott got five kids, he had twins he should know what he's doing, right?

  "Yeah sure. I like Elliott, he's really nice." She said. I took out my phone and texted him. "Hey babe. Need your help baby furniture shopping. Meet us for lunch at Tom's." Tom's is a local diner, old fashioned and everything. It's one of our favorites. We took our stuff back to our car, and walked the three blocks to the diner. We arrived just as Elliott was being seated.

  "So, Bristol up for one more place?" I asked.

  "Sure, I guess, I'm pretty tired." She said, "but I'm up for one more place. Where are we going?"  She asked.

   I smiled. "I thought we'd go and get some stuff for the babies?" I said. Her face lit up.

   "Really!?" She asked. Her eyes looking from me to El.

    "Yep! I figured we could get things we know they'll need regardless of their gender." I said. Bristo couldn't stop smiling the rest of the meal. We finished and Elliott said he'd pay. So he got the check, and we headed off to Babies R Us.

  

*A/N*

So... question. I'm kind of torn. The way I'm going at Bristols characters is that she's is Only 12. But mature for her age, after all she's gone through. Also being preggers and getting into that mommy mind set. So mature when it counts, But still being young and prone to a few childish mannerisms. Is that comming through to y'all. Like, is she comming through as mature, but still prone to a few childish tendancies? Please let me know, I value y'alls opinions!