Saviors [A SVU and Bensler Fan Fic]

[Chapter Eighty-Seven]

Shortly after we arrived at the cabin, it started to snow. The driveway and most of the yard was just dirt, so when Christopher went out to chase Louisa's dog, Gunner, they both came back completely covered in mud.

"Hey." Josephine sighed, as she stood next to me while I was cleaning up muddy footprints from the wood floors. I leaned back and sat on my legs and looked at my sister in law.

"Hey. What's up?" I questioned. She sighed as she sank down beside me and grabbed one of the towels and started to help me.

"I was just wondering how you are..." She trailed off, and I eyed her.

"Uh, I'm okay. How are you? Are you doing okay with this all?" I asked, as I heard Christopher laughing upstairs as Elliot tried to get him clean, and Louisa was trying to get Gunner to stay still long enough to get the mud out of his fur.

"I just got done talking to my Mother, and we discussed this all. Like, if I can't adopt children, I'll always have a lot of nieces and nephews running around, right? Like, Louisa may get married and have kids soon, then there are my other brothers. We can always just be around for them. Be the cool Aunt and Uncle that let them get away with everything. We feed them candy for every meal and then send them home to you and my lovely brother." Josie smiled, and I laughed softly.

"Well, I'm glad that you are figuring this out." I spoke, and she nodded slowly.

"I just don't want to push you away because I'm upset."

"Oh, don't worry. Stablers have a hard time pushing me away. Just ask your brother." I smirked.

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Maine was absolutely at any time of the day, and as long as we kept Christopher on the patio, there wasn't an issue with mud again. We started a fire in the large stone fire pit, and everyone sat outside drinking either coffee or hot chocolate. Christopher was nestled between Elliot and me, and he kept talking about how excited he was about this trip, and how he was hoping to come back here with his baby sister one day. But even if Josie and Bobby both said they could figure out how to be happy, I saw the pain in their eyes when Christopher would bring up the baby again.

"Okay, it's time for bed, Chrissy." I spoke, as I sat my mug down. 

"But it's still early, Momma!" He exclaimed, and I nodded as I stood and lifted him up. I put him on his feet and then grabbed his hand.

"I know, but you had a long day. Tomorrow you can have more fun and maybe even try to go fishing with Daddy and Papa and your uncles, okay?" I spoke, and he sighed.

"Alright, can I say goodnight before we head up?" He asked, and I nodded.

"Of course. But be quick."

Christopher ran around and hugged each of the family members before Elliot picked him up and we went inside. 

"So, why did he have to go to bed early?" Elliot asked, and Christopher looked over at me.

"I think that Josie and Bobby are just a little overwhelmed with this all. Uh, so Chrissy, maybe don't talk about your baby sister as often, alright?"

"Oh, okay. I'm sorry that I made them upset." He frowned, and I stopped Elliot and leaned in to kiss my son's red curls.

"You are such a sweetie. But don't worry, they aren't mad at you. How about I let you lay with me and Daddy? Just until you fall asleep?"

"I think it would work out, Chrissy. I'm cold anyway." Elliot smiled, and our son smiled largely.

"Okay! I'd like that!"

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Everyone in the house was up early the next morning. Elliot had to shower before heading out to try and fish with his father and brothers. They didn't know if they'd catch anything, and if it was too cold, they weren't going to stay out long.

I climbed out of bed and headed to the pull out couch where Christopher was sleeping. I sank down beside him and gently caressed his curls until he woke up.

"Momma?"

"Hey, love. I know it's early, but I was just wondering if you wanted to go fishing still?" I asked, and he shook his head as he ran his hands over his face.

"No."

"Are you okay, Chrissy?" I asked, and he shook his head.

"I don't feel good, Momma."

"Where don't you feel good?" I asked as I pressed my hand to his forehead. It felt extremely warm, and I grew very concerned very quickly.

"My head hurts." He moaned, before starting to shake. My eyes went wide as I quickly got off the bed.

"Elliot!" I screamed, as I rolled my son over to his side and tried to keep as calm as possible, but this was completely out of the blue and incredibly scary.

"Liv?" Bernie asked as she came into the bedroom. The shower must've been too loud for Elliot to hear me.

"Call an ambulance!"

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Elliot and I paced the length of the waiting room as we waited for any news relating to our son. He had seized the whole way to the hospital, and I was scared to death that there was going to be extensive brain damage from this.

"Did you notice anything different about him last night? Did he seem off at all?" I asked as I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jacket.

"No. He was just the freaking adorable kid that we've been raising. Nothing was different about him."

"He seemed hot, but he had been bundled up all night. I-i just don't know what happened. I just want to know that this won't happen again. That he will be okay. I just need him to be okay." I whispered as I stopped pacing. Elliot quickly came to me and wrapped his arms around me.

He pulled me to his chest and leaned his forehead to mine.

"I've been praying since the moment we started to follow the ambulance up here. I know you aren't that religious but try it. It may help you."

"I haven't been religious in a while because I lost both of my parents, but this is our son and I'd do anything for him."

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