Protection {A Bensler Fanfiction}

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Olivia sat squished between Bernie and the wall as Dee and Sharon sat across from them. Since moving to New York, Olivia hadn't made many female friends, so the night before her wedding was spent with Elliot's mother and sisters.

"Are you excited about tomorrow?" Sharon asked as she sat down a glass of wine.

"I am so ready to marry your brother and start a life with him," Olivia replied. Even though she was excited to be Elliot's wife, she was also anxious to rescue her daughters from Hugo's grasp.

"Where did you decide to go for your honeymoon?" Dee asked.

"Georgia and maybe Florida. We have a week off from work and plan on exploring the south. Elliot cannot wait to eat himself into a coma," Olivia laughed softly.

"Tomorrow is going to be beautiful and you two are going to have an amazing life together," Bernie smiled, squeezing Olivia's hand tightly.

"I hope so. Elliot wants a family so badly, and I pray everything goes well and we get pregnant right away. He's not getting any younger," Olivia said with a chuckle.

"Don't worry about that, Olivia. Let things happen," Bernie spoke.

Olivia nodded slowly as she zoned out on her glass of wine. Things would certainly happen, but they weren't what Elliot was expecting.

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After eating dinner and going to watch a movie, Olivia went home and climbed into bed. Elliot was out with his brothers at a bar, so her bed was empty. She tried to fall asleep but gave up and grabbed her laptop. She went through the list of items she needed to finish packing for the honeymoon. Once in Florida, she would get any additional supplies she'd need to break into her former home and grab Macie and Rory in the dead of the night.

"Hey there, beautiful," Elliot slurred, as he came into their bedroom. Olivia looked up from her laptop and smiled at her fiance. He must have had a great time with his brothers because he was drunk.

"How much did you have to drink?"

"Enough," Elliot grinned, his fingers working to unbutton his shirt.

"You better not be hungover tomorrow, El. We need to get married, and I can't be holding a bucket for you to vomit in at the altar," Olivia laughed. She turned off her laptop and sat it to the side before reaching out to Elliot.

"I love you, Olivia," Elliot grinned, tossing his shirt to the floor.

"I love you too, baby. Take off your jeans and come join me in bed. We can cuddle for the five minutes you are awake before you pass out and snore all night," Olivia teased. Elliot was quick to pull his jeans off and slipped into bed beside Olivia. 

"We get married tomorrow," Elliot yawned.

"Yes, we do."

"I can't wait to be your husband," Elliot smiled, pressing a sloppy kiss to Olivia's forehead.

"Shh, baby. Get some sleep," Olivia replied. She held onto her fiance until he stopped talking and fell asleep. She grabbed her laptop once more and unlocked a secret folder that contained pictures of her daughters. The pictures were grainy, but Olivia didn't care. She was just excited to know that in two days she'd be holding them in her arms once more.

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After some medicine and a hot shower, Elliot was ready to get married. He and Olivia spent their morning together packing for their honeymoon and then getting ready to head to the church.

"I'm surprised my mom didn't fight us harder on spending our wedding day together," Elliot spoke, as he held Olivia's hand on the drive.

"I know, I was surprised, too. She did ask where you'd be sleeping and I kept telling her you'd be sleeping in our bed with me."

"Do you think it's because we are old?" Elliot questioned.

"Old? Elliot, it's not like we are sixty and getting married for the first time. Things are just different for us, and it's not uncommon for the bride and groom to spend their entire wedding day together," Olivia replied. Elliot brought Olivia's hand to his lips and pressed a light kiss to her knuckles.

"Today is going to be amazing, Liv," Elliot breathed.

"We had a rocky start, but I know everything will be perfect. It's going to be a small wedding, but then we can spend more money on fun stuff in Florida," Olivia smiled.

"Do they have nude beaches in Florida?" Elliot asked. Olivia let out a loud laugh as she smacked her fiance's arm.

"Nice try, Stabler. I'll get naked in front of you, but not the entire state of Florida."

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The ceremony was short and sweet. Elliot and Olivia had written their vows, and Olivia was surprised at how much she meant the words she said to Elliot. She had moved past her fear of marriage and was now so thankful to have a man who wasn't an abusive organized crime leader.

"Are you happy you got a nice dress?" Elliot asked, his fingers gripping the flesh of her hips as they danced together. There were only about fifty people that came to their wedding, and most of them were out on the dance floor.

"Yes, I'm happy. I just hope we have daughters in the future who want to wear this," Olivia smiled.

"We are going to have so many beautiful kids. I'm sure one will be a girl," Elliot replied, as he pulled his wife closer.

"How many do you want?" Olivia asked.

"Kids?"

"Yes, how many kids do you want?" Olivia replied. She had pretty easy pregnancies with Rory and Macie, so she was hoping being pregnant with Elliot's kids wouldn't put her through hell.

"I've always wanted a big family... I know we are getting started later, so I think two would make me happy." 

Olivia took a shaky breath and nodded, tears welling in her eyes. She was hoping once Macie and Rory met Elliot, he'd love them like his own.

"I guess we will see how things go, huh? What's the max you want?" Olivia asked, resting her head against Elliot's shoulder.

"Five or six," He chuckled.

"Two kids sound amazing," Olivia laughed, her hands gripping Elliot's dress shirt tightly.