Saviors [A SVU and Bensler Fan Fic]

[Chapter One-Hundred-Thirty-Three]

I got the kids home and they went straight to their rooms to put their stuff away and to start their homework. I sat Meredith down by her toy box and I went and started to cut up some grapes for her snack. The door from the garage into the kitchen opened and I tensed up a bit because I knew it was Cynthia. 

"Are the kids home yet?" She asked, and I nodded slowly.

"They are in their rooms," I spoke quietly. She walked around the island and stood where she can look at me.

"I'm sorry about what I said to you, Liv. Really..." She breathed, as she shifted her baby in her arms.

"Do you want to go talk to the kids? I know they wanted to stay here today to make sure you were okay."

"Yeah, I want to talk to them. Apologize to them for using them." Cynthia sighed.

"You didn't use them for a bad reason, Cy. Do you want me to hold Max while you go talk to them?" I questioned quietly.

"No... I kinda want to keep him as close as possible. But I want to talk about what I missed when I get back." Cynthia breathed, and I nodded slowly.

"You didn't really miss a lot, Cy. Charlie just got bigger and that's it." I replied, and she smiled softly.

"Little sister, just talk to me so I can feel like we can be close again."

"We can be close again if you promise to never call me your little sister ever again." I laughed softly.

"Okay, deal."

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I didn't even try to listen in to what my sister was saying to my kids. I just let her talk to them, and they talked for nearly an hour. Elliot came home and he seemed confused because the only kid that greeted him was Meredith and she went sprinting towards Elliot as she cried 'Daddy' over and over again while Elliot laughed.

"Where are the two other kids we have?" Elliot asked as he carried Meredith into the kitchen and he found me sitting at the small kitchen table with my laptop sitting in front of me.

"They are still talking to Cynthia. And Meredith was supposed to be in here looking at new rocking chairs with me." I spoke, and Elliot sat down beside me and sighed.

"How is she doing?" He asked as he kept holding Meredith, but he held her a little closer and once the words left his mouth he kissed her hair and cuddled her.

"She's okay... but she said some things to me earlier that really bothered me," I admitted, as I shifted a bit and ran my hands gently over my stomach.

"What did she say?" Elliot asked, worriedly.

"She asked if I thought Chris, Max, and Charlie will be rapists when they are older." I whimpered.  A few tears ran down my cheeks and I went to wipe them away, but Elliot was already gently caressing the tears from my cheeks.

"Our sons and our nephew will learn that it is not right to treat women like rapists treat women. They will know that you must respect women, and if they dare try to do anything different they will have me to report to." Elliot spoke before he leaned forward and kissed my forehead gently as Meredith squirmed from his arms.

"I hope so because I don't want to think about carrying a rapist around inside of me," I whispered, as I heard three sets of footsteps walking down the stairs.

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Cynthia joined us for dinner. Elliot cooked because I really felt drained beyond my own comprehension. I just wanted to sleep and try not to think about what Cynthia and I had discussed.

"So, how are you?" Cynthia asked Elliot, and he eyed her for a moment as he took a swig from his beer.

"I'm okay. Uh, I'm still getting used to the fact that I'm gonna have four kids before I know it. But It's an exciting fact." Elliot grinned. He looked over at me and I knew he thought I'd return his smile, but I couldn't.

"Momma, are you okay?" Chris asked, and I looked over at my sweet little boy who had pasta sauce on the corner of his mouth and a red curl in the center of his forehead.

"I'm fine, Chrissy." I breathed. I couldn't imagine him hurting a woman.

"Mom, you don't look fine. You look gray almost." Mary breathed, and I looked at her with confusion in my eyes.

"I do?" I mused, and then I turned and glanced at my husband and my sister.

"You look horrible, baby. I think it's time you go to bed." Elliot spoke. I shook my head.

"No, I'm fine," I spoke, and he frowned.

"No, I'm sorry. I know you don't like me when I tell you what to do, but for the sake of you and Charlie there, I think it's time you head to bed. You must not feel good because you haven't even eaten yet." Elliot spoke. I looked down at my plate to see that it was completely full.

"Shit," I mumbled under my breath, before slowly pushing my body up. Elliot rounded the table and let me lean on him as he took me upstairs.

"What's not feeling good?" Elliot asked, and I shrugged.

"I'm just really tired... I guess this all has been a lot for me to take." I breathed.

"What about Charlie? Is he still causing you trouble?" Elliot asked, and I nodded.

"Yeah." I breathed.

"Honey-"

"Sometimes stuff just gets to me really bad. Like thinking about what Cynthia asked. And then we talked about our father... not Don... but Joseph. He... I met him and I met our brother. I bet that Joseph's and Simon's mothers didn't expect that they would be rapists." I mumbled.

"Well guess what, Olivia. Charlie and Chrissy aren't going to be rapists. We talked about this earlier an I refuse to let them get tainted. Our children will be leaders. I swear to God." Elliot spoke, and I leaned into him and rested my head against his chest.

"Can you lay with me for a bit? Please?" I begged.

"I'd do anything for you. I just pray that you are feeling better in the morning."

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