Love & Order (A Law & Order:SVU fanfic)

Chapter 2: Confirmation

Benson’s Apartment

7:13 am April 12

Pheeww”, Olivia opened her eyes the next morning and immediately tensed as a rolling wave of nausea greeted her. If all her attention hadn’t been focused on not throwing up what little she had in her stomach she would have noticed the pounding headache, how her eyes had swollen shut and still damp and sticky with the tears she had cried herself to sleep with

. After a few minutes of deep and slow breaths she managed to stumble into the shower.

She leaned against the cool tiles behind her and let the hot water sluice over her body. She wrapped herself in a towel supporting herself with one hand on the counter.

Thankfully, as the steam overhead cleared, so did the nauseousness that had her feeling like her stomach was trying to turn inside out.  She wiped the last bit of cloudiness from the mirror and stood back, letting the towel drop from her waist.

The pupils of her eyes dilated wide before she half closed them feeling dizzy again. Except this time, it had nothing to do with nausea but the slight changes she was now able to see in her body that indicated the presence of a tiny life buried deep inside her.

“How could I have been so stupid?” she murmured, examining her reflection more closely, opening her bathrobe. She winced at the rasp of the cotton as it was pulled across her breasts, finding upon further examination that they were tender and somewhat swollen.

  And speaking of swollen, her hands moved down to her stomach. Now that she was paying attention to it, her waist had thickened. But Liv had chalked up the reluctance of her jeans zipper to close to the fact that she’d had way too many late night Chinese take-outs working late with Elliott and lately had spent more time in the car than on foot chasing perps.

She threw on a loose wool knit sweater and a low slung pair of jeans that sat just below her hips instead of straining across her waist, attached her gun clip to her belt and headed out the door.

When she arrived at the station that morning she skipped the gossip around the coffee pot and went straight to her desk. Elliot waved his free hand that wasn’t holding half of a cream cheese and cherry Danish.

The combination of sweet cheese and coffee fumes turned her stomach. She swallowed drily and breathed through her mouth. She groaned, the sound barely above a whispered tone; “not again” – and swiveled her chair around as she ran for porcelain relief for the second time that morning.

GreenWood Clinic; Jane Edwards OB/GYN

9:42 am April 16

Olivia sat in the waiting room of her new OB GYN, her eyes kept flicking to the clock. Cabot had been a large part of her being here. Olivia knew, deep down that she was pregnant; but she still needed it to be confirmed by a doctor, and the only thing that had her sitting here amongst pastels was a bone and soul deep desire to make sure her baby was healthy.  Because Lord help her, as scared as she was she wanted this baby more than anything.

“Olivia Benson?”, a nurse appeared at the doorway to the waiting room and looked around it. She took a moment before she was able to speak. Lying back on the cold metal of the exam table, she tried to pull the paper gown down over her thighs.

For a fleeting moment she thought to herself how rape victims must feel upon being examined but she quickly banished the thought from her mind. “Don’t be ridiculous Olivia this is nothing like that. You’re going to be fine!” she told herself firmly.