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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Olivia slowly bounces Noah around the bedroom as she searches for something to wear. Her underwear drawer is empty, and she can't find any of her comfy clothes. "Elliot!" she calls, rocking her one week old baby in her arms.
"Why are you out of bed?" Elliot asks as he walks into the bedroom, closing the door so none of the kids see Liv naked.
"Where are all my clothes?" she asks, her brows knitted together in a cute frown.
"Liv, get back into bed," he says, walking over to her, and she waves him off with her hand.
"El, it's been a week. I can walk now, I can lift Noah. I want to leave this damn bedroom. Now, where are all my clothes?" she asks.
"Uh," he says, rubbing his forehead. "I haven't done any laundry yet."
"What? Why?" she asks with a defeated sigh.
"I don't know how to use this washing machine," he says, feeling embarrassed by that admission. "You or mom always do the laundry."
"El, I have no clean underwear," Liv sighs, sitting on the bed. "Please, can you at least ask your mother to help you do some laundry?" she asks sadly. "Please baby, I don't need to stress about everyone running out of clothes on top of everything else."
"Okay," Elliot smiles, bending down to kiss her forehead. "I'll fix this, I love you."
"I love you too," Liv says, watching him leave the bedroom. He returns five minutes later with a stack of fresh clothes.
"My Mama is a saint," he grins, proudly presenting Liv with some fresh knickers. "She's already done it all."
"She needs a raise," Liv jokes, "Can you help me put them on, please?"
"I much prefer taking your underwear off," Elliot teases, crouching down by her feet to help her get dressed.
"I know you do, baby, but you're gonna be waiting a while for that," she says. "I can try and give you a blow job?"
"No, Liv, I was kidding," Elliot smiles. "I can service myself until you're ready."
She smiles, reaching out to squeeze his arm. "You're the greatest husband in the world, you know that, right?"
"I do try," Elliot laughs, helping Liv slide into a pair of leggings. He helps her put on her nursing bra and a loose-fitting linen button-down blouse for easy access when it comes to feeding Noah.
"I want to meet my grandson," Liv says excitedly, fully dressed and ready to head downstairs to meet the newest member of the Stabler family.
"Steady on," Elliot says, opening the door. "You still need to take it slowly. Remember, the doctor said six weeks of recovery, not one."
"I'm fine," Liv says stubbornly as she starts to walk down the stairs slowly. One arm supports Noah and the other holding the handrail as she descends the long terracotta staircase.
