El and I have been talking, and it's been an emotional conversation. I don't know what to do besides cry.
"Liv," Elliot puts his hand on my shoulder. ""I can take care of you. Please, let me take care of you."
"El-"
"Olivia, if he hits you again, I'll kill that bastard! It's taking everything inside me not to! I'm really close to just telling Cragen and-"
"No!!" I plead.
"Yes!" he tells me.
My heart is racing, thumping so hard it could rupture from my chest. My heavy breathing becomes a bit heavier. "Elliot, please! Don't do that, I've worked so hard to get here! My job is my life! How am I supposed to do my job if every time I walk into the squadroom, everyone will look at me like I'm a victim?"
"They won't," he tries.
"They won't? Elliot, you're doing it right now, and you're my best friend. I got pregnant. And I need to protect my baby."
"I know you want to protect your baby. So please. Leave him. Joe is only going to hurt you. Just imagine what he'd do if one day he got mad at your kid!"
"I'm not doing this. He won't hurt this baby." Look at me. I'm being so naive as if I really am a victim.
"Just like you keep saying he won't hurt you again?"
I got quiet, because I know he's right. After a few minutes, I asked him if he wanted to go to my OB appointment with me since Joe won't.
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"I hate hospitals," I say.
"You hate everything." We both laugh. "So, are you going to find out?"
"Find out what?"
"The gender," he tells me. "You're about six months along, right?" I'm really small for being six months along. It's an observation I've just come to notice. If you didn't know any better, you'd think I'm fat. "You can find out if you want."
"I know." I rested my hand on my stomach. "I might. I'm scared, though. I knew I was pregnant from the beginning. I could've made an appointment and found out if the baby is healthy and gotten prenatal care and-"
"You were scared. It's okay. I have faith he or she is perfectly healthy."
"Faith?" I question. "El, i ran out of faith a long time ago. And I still am scared."
"I know you are and I've got enough faith for the both of us."
My heart rate slowed down. He gives me a sense of comfort like no other.
After a little while, the nurse lead us to the room and got me prepped. The doctor came in about five minutes later and began the ultrasound. Guess what I'm having?
"Congratulations, Liv!"
"I'm gonna have a baby boy!" I couldn't help but cry with this overwhelming joy!
"You're going to be the best mommy he could ever ask for."
