Aftermath (An SVU Fanfiction) *EDITING*

The Fight of all Fights

Dylan had woke up around five thirty, bright eyed and bushy tailed, and she was starving! She's the only one who would dare get up at five thirty and is always the one to wale Olivia unless Elliot happens to beat her to the punch.

She crawled out of bed and crept down the hallway until she got to her parents' bedroom. She loves their bedroom! Their bed is more comfortable, you could fit about a gazillion toys in there, plus, her mommy is in there.

Dylan cracked the door and realized that the lights are still off. She can hear Elliot snoring so she knew Olivia was sleeping, too. She tripped over a pair of Elliot's shoes at the foot of the bed, but got up and continued her journey. Once she got to Olivia's side, she shook her. "Mama!"

Olivia groans. She hates getting up early when she doesn't have to. "Hmm?"

"Mama, hungwy!"

"Get bubby to get you some cereal, sweetie."

"I no wan' ceweal.."

"It's the..the uh..fruity pebbles. You love fruity pebbles.." Olivia tries. She knows what her daughter wants, but is hoping that she could change her mind.

Dylan pulled herself on the bed and nudged Olivia some more. "Mama, up!"

"Honey, momma's tired."

"Peaaaaaase!" she begs, waking up Elliot in the process.

"What's happening?" Elliot mumbles.

"I hungwy!"

Olivia sighs and pulls herself to a sitting position. She really wishes Dylan wasn't such an early bird. Olivia just took her shirt completely off. She was going to changes anyways, and the only two people in the room had seen her breasts plenty of times, so why does it matter? "Come here, baby," she says, picking up Dylan and sitting on her stomach.

Dylan proudly took one nipple into her mouth. Olivia isn't sure why this kid is so determined to drink breast milk straight from the source, but she doesn't mind too much. It definitely makes them sore, but she's glad Dylan likes to. Maybe it's the bond, maybe not, who knows.

Elliot got up and pulled some sweatpants up. "I'm gonna go get some coffee. You want anything?"

"No, i'm okay."

"Alright," he leans down and pecks her lips before exiting the room. He couldn't help but smile as he went down to the kitchen. He's so lucky! He got the perfect family. Yes, perfect. He's got the love of his life, his wife, his other half lying beside him every night. He's got his son, his daughter and he couldn't ask for more in life. "You lucky bastard!" he tells himself aloud.

Dylan rests her head in the crook of Olivia's arm, just as she did as an infant, and place her hands ever-so-gently on Olivia's breast. It gave off a slight warmth that Olivia loved. This bond is something that she knows one day won't be as strong and it scares her.

Olivia lifted Dylan's shirt a bit to see where she had gotten stitches. "Goodness, honey..you really scared momma, you know that?" The two of them made eye contact and a huge smile overcame Olivia's face. "You're so beautiful. I just love you so, so much! You make mommy and daddy so happy!"

Dylan stopped and then laid her head there, not caring that her mother is nude from the waist up, and lying on her back. She started sucking her thumb, something Olivia has been trying to break her from doing. "Don't do that, sweetie." Olivia pulled her arm back down.

"But-but..peaaaaase!?" Dylan begs. She puffs out her bottom lip and her eyes fill with water. She's a smart little girl and knows that she can pretty much get away with anything when she breaks out the water works, but this time, Olivia didn't budge no matter how much she really wanted to.