What if Liv and Elliot had one steamy night together before he left SVU, changing his number and dropping off the face of the earth. Liv has no way to tell him that they have a child together, so she just doesn't.
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Bernie walks slowly into her son's bedroom. Olivia is propped up against the headboard with a stack of soft pillows, her eyes fluttering behind closed lids. Isabella is starfishing in the middle of the bed, taking up more room than necessary from a three year old. Elliot is sleeping on the small sofa by the window. It doesn't look comfortable.
Bernie holds Noah in her arms, his tiny mouth moving around as she places him ever so gently into the co-sleeper next to Olivia. He whimpers, and Olivia's eyes open. "Sorry," Bernie whispers, rubbing Liv's leg. "I tried to be quiet."
"You're fine," Liv smiles tiredly, looking over at her sleeping husband. "I hate to ask this, but will you help me to the bathroom?" Liv asks quietly, and Bernie nods, taking her hand.
"You know I think of you as my own daughter, Olivia. You don't have to be ashamed of these things," she says as she helps her to her feet. Liv holds Bernie's hand as they walk slowly to the en suite.
"I only need to pee," She says. "I'm saving the butt wiping for Elliot," she jokes, wincing at the tugging of her stitches as she laughs. She never knew how painful having this kind of surgery would be. Sure, giving birth was painful in its own right, but Olivia had just had major abdominal surgery, and she struggled to see how women got out of bed afterwards. She was in agony.
Bernie helps her remove her underwear, and she lowers herself onto the toilet. "Bet you never expected this to happen, did you?" Liv says, looking at the older woman as she pees.
"Doesn't matter to me, I'd do the same for any of my children," she smiles, helping Liv wipe up.
"I'm so embarrassed," Liv says seriously as Bernie wipes her most intimate area for her.
"Don't think about it too much," Bernie smiles. "I'm sure it won't be long before I'm an incompetent old woman who needs her butt wiped too," she laughs. "You'll have the joys of doing it for me unless you put me in a home," she says, bending down to pull Liv's underwear back up.
"I hope you know that Elliot and I would never dump you in a home," Liv says, heading to the sink to wash her hands.
"I know," Bernie smiles. "Would you like anything else before I head to bed?" she asks as she guides Olivia out of the bathroom and back to her bed.
"I don't think so. Thank you, mom," Liv smiles, slowly positioning herself comfortably in bed once more. "Thank you."
"Anytime," Bernie says, walking out of the room and closing the door gently.
"Is mom okay?" Ivy asks, wandering down the hall.
"Ivy, it's three o'clock in the morning," Bernie says, her arm moving around the younger girl as they walk away from Liv's bedroom door.
"I can't sleep. Why are you awake?" she asks, scratching her arm. She has had her cast removed in the last few days and is still struggling with pain.
"I was helping your mother," Bernie says. "I'm going home now, do you want to come with me?" the white-haired woman asks. "Sleepover with Grandma?"
