Saviors [A SVU and Bensler Fan Fic]

[Chapter Ninety]

The next morning, Christopher went to his first PT class. Cynthia went home to shower and change, so I was the only one there with him. I was feeling like crap, my face had a small bruise on it, and my body ached from the fall. I was hoping that nothing was wrong with the baby, but I could still feel her move, so I guess that is a good sign.

"Alright, little man. We are going to help get your arms and legs working again." The therapist smiled, as she knelt down in front of my son. He stared at her, and I could see that he was still so angry.

"Ma." He huffed, and I swallowed hard as I squatted down beside him.

"Christopher, I know you are angry at everything and everyone, but please just try. Alright? Don't forget that you said you were going to protect your baby sister." I spoke, and he sighed before nodding a bit. I cupped his cheeks with my hands and kissed his forehead gently.

"You got this, baby. I know you do."

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I wasn't allowed in the room once the therapy got started. I sat outside and watched, but they didn't want me in there to distract or baby Christopher. He needs tough love to get back to where he had been. Or at least close.

So I just sat and watched. I wanted to observe everything, but Elliot came in and distracted me.

"Hey." He sighed, and I looked over at him and frowned.

"Hey."

"How is he this morning?"

"He's pissed off at everything. He knocked a bowl of applesauce out of his nurse's hands last night." I sighed, and Elliot frowned as he reached over and rested his hand on my knee.

"I just hope that this and speech therapy can help him." He sighed, and I nodded slowly.

We sat in silence for a while. It was just awkward because of what happened with his sister yesterday. I wouldn't be surprised if I was the bad guy, because no matter how much Bernie and Joseph say they love me like one of their own children, I wasn't one. Josie pushed me and slapped me. If she would've gotten even angrier, I'm sure she probably would've made sure I couldn't have children anymore.

"Are you okay?" Elliot asked, and I frowned deeply.

"My back has a few bruises on it, and my body aches."

"And the baby?" He questioned.

"She's still moving so your sister's dream didn't come true." I sighed.

"Josie is-"

"Elliot, don't stand up for her. Don't you dare defend her after she hit me first? After she said horrible things to me. I'm your wife, and I'd really like it if you defend me."

"I saw you punch her!" He exclaimed, and I nodded.

"Yeah, but she slapped me and pushed me to the ground first. But you know what... if you want to take her side and decide that her wishing all of those bad things on us is something that we deserve, then leave. Christopher doesn't need more negative people around him."

"I'm his father, Liv." Elliot huffed, and I nodded as I turned to look at him.

"And your sister said she wished we never adopted him. That we were never able to have this baby. Think about that."

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I had to go back to the cabin that night because I needed to change and shower. Cynthia was at the hospital with Christopher, and I told her that I'd be gone less than an hour.

The house was dark and quiet, and that's when I realized that tonight was the last night that everyone was staying here. They were going home in the morning, but I wasn't going back to Manhattan in the morning because Christopher wasn't ready to be moved yet.

I opened the front door and slipped my boots off before heading towards the stairs. As I climbed them and started down towards the room Elliot and I was sharing with Christopher, I saw the light on in Bernie's room. I stood outside of it, unsure if I should knock or not.

I decided to knock, and Bernie opened the door.

"What are you doing home?" She asked, and I swallowed hard as I crossed my arms over my stomach.

"I needed to shower and change. It's late..." I questioned, and she nodded slowly as she frowned.

"Joseph and I have been discussing what is happening between you and Jo." She frowned, and I sighed.

"I'm not coming back here when everyone is awake. I'll just pack up Chrissy's stuff and my stuff and head back to the hospital."

"Her nose is broken." Bernie breathed, and I nodded.

"Don't know what you want me to say. I'm not going to apologize for standing up for myself, for standing up for Christopher and my unborn daughter. It's gone on long enough. It's like Elliot and I can't be happy about having a baby. Like we have to lock Christopher in a closet because it makes her upset to see him."

"No, you don't have to do that." She huffed a bit, and I nodded.

"Well, then don't expect me to hide my happiness. And I know that this all is fucking hard for her, but I'm trying to figure out how I can do this all without my parents being in my life. She can adopt children. She can even probably try fertility treatments or something. And she's got her whole family standing beside her to help. But I'm not going to help her when she is acting like an entitled princess."

Bernie's jaw dropped and I walked down the hall and opened the bedroom door. I started to pack, and Elliot woke up.

"Liv?"

"I'm packing up everything and heading back to the hospital. Try and either get a ride home tomorrow or try and figure out if you want to stay and help our son recover."

"I'll pack up and head to the hospital with you right now."

"Finally got your head out of your ass?" I questioned, as I turned on the light and started to gather Christopher's stuff first.

"I'd rather have my beautiful wife, son, and daughter in my life compared to my sister who is an entitled princess. Isn't that what you called her?" He asked, and I sighed.

"You heard that all and just pretended to be asleep, huh?"

"It works because you don't like telling me when you get in fights with my family."

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