Law and Order: SVU Imagines and Preferences

How they react to struggling with infertility

Rafael Barba:
You sit on the couch, your head resting in your hands as you fight back tears. Rafael watches you from across the room, his jaw clenched, but there's a softness in his eyes that shows how much he's hurting with you. "It's not your fault," he says quietly, stepping closer and sitting beside you. "Raf, it feels like it is. I can't give you what you want... what we want," you reply, voice cracking. He takes your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "What I want is you, always you. If we can't have a baby, we'll find another way. But I'm not losing you over this. We're in this together, no matter how hard it gets."

Sonny Carisi:
The kitchen feels too quiet as you sit at the table, staring at the stack of fertility brochures, frustration building inside you. Sonny walks in, his usual smile faded, and sits down beside you, resting a hand on your knee. "Hey," he says gently, "we don't need to rush this." You shake your head, feeling the tears prick at your eyes. "I'm the problem, Sonny. My body just... it's not working." He pulls you into a hug, his chin resting on your shoulder. "No, you're not the problem. We'll figure this out. We've got options, and I've got faith in us. As long as we're together, that's what matters, alright?" His words are warm and grounding, just like him.

Olivia Benson:
Olivia sits beside you in bed, the weight of the news hanging between you both. Her hand finds yours, squeezing gently. "Liv, I can't do this anymore," you say, voice breaking. "What if we're just never meant to be parents?" Her face softens as she shifts closer, pulling you into her embrace. "You and me, we've been through worse. We'll keep trying, or we'll find another way. But don't ever think for a second that this is your fault," she murmurs, her thumb brushing your cheek. "I love you, and whether we have kids or not, we'll figure it out. Together."

Amanda Rollins:
You sit in the doctor's office, staring at the test results in your lap, and Amanda reaches for your hand. "We'll try again," she says with a quiet strength in her voice. But you shake your head, the frustration boiling over. "How many more times, Amanda? How many times do we have to hear that it's not working because of me?" She takes a deep breath, her thumb tracing circles on your hand. "It's not just you. It's us, and this isn't something we're going to give up on. We want a baby, and we're going to get there, one way or another. I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you."

Elliot Stabler:
Sitting across from you at the kitchen table, Elliot clenches his jaw, his hands gripping his coffee mug a little too tightly. "I don't understand why this keeps happening," he says, frustration evident in his voice. You've been here before—another failed attempt, another dashed hope—and the weight of it is unbearable. "I keep thinking it's my fault," you admit quietly, your voice breaking. His eyes soften immediately, and he sets his mug down, leaning forward. "Hey, no," he murmurs, reaching for your hand. "This isn't your fault. We're in this together, remember? We'll get through it. We've fought harder battles than this." His thumb strokes the back of your hand as he tries to reassure you, but there's a hint of sadness in his eyes, the unspoken weight of both your dreams slipping further away.

John Munch:
John sits beside you on the couch, silent for once, his usual sarcastic wit replaced by a tired sigh. "It's hard to stay optimistic," he says, running a hand through his thinning hair. You look down at your lap, the ache in your chest making it hard to breathe. "I feel like I'm failing you," you whisper, your voice barely audible. John shakes his head, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. "You are not failing me, and this isn't your fault," he says firmly. "We've both been through hell, and this... it's just another hurdle. It doesn't change how I feel about you. We'll figure it out, one way or another." His tone is soft but certain, offering a quiet comfort that makes the pain a little more bearable.

Fin Tutuola:
Fin's been pacing for the last ten minutes, his usual calm demeanor cracking under the strain. "I hate seeing you like this," he finally admits, stopping in front of you. "Like it's all on you when it's not." You look up at him, your eyes wet with unshed tears. "But it is, Fin. It's my body that keeps failing us." His expression hardens, not out of anger, but because he hates that you're shouldering the blame alone. "Nah, we're a team, remember?" he says, stepping closer and cupping your face in his hands. "It's not just you. It's us. And I'm not going anywhere. We'll keep fighting, no matter what." His words, so strong and steady, offer a flicker of hope in the darkness.

Nick Amaro:
Nick sits with his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees as he stares at the floor. "I thought by now..." he trails off, unable to finish the sentence. You sit beside him, tears slipping down your cheeks. "I'm sorry, Nick. I know how much you want this." He looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and determination. "Hey, don't apologize," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "This isn't your fault. We're in this together, and I love you—nothing's going to change that." He reaches for your hand, squeezing it tightly. "We'll find a way. If it's not this, then something else. We'll be parents, one way or another." The certainty in his voice is like an anchor, keeping you from drifting too far into despair.