The Unwanted Daughter [An SVU and Bensler Fan Fic]

-Sixty-Five-

"I thought you were waiting till after college to start a family?" Lizzie asked as they continued to sit in Olivia's office after dinner.

"Well, we were. But then I saw how Wes is around Noel, and I just knew that I didn't want to wait anymore. Wes hasn't wanted to wait, but he knew that I wanted to become a nurse so he was planning on being patient." Bay spoke, as she looked over at her husband. Wes was smiling because even if he was willing to wait so that Bay could finish college, he was also so excited to become a dad.

"So how far along are you?" Maureen asked as she helped Noelle onto her lap.

"12 weeks. Like, to the day." Bay replied.

"Sorry about making fun of you earlier, Bay... I didn't know." Dickie frowned when he finally connected the dots.

"What did you say to her, Dickwad?" Kathleen huffed.

"I brought up what you said about Bay cleaning her plate at lunch, and we all know she barely eats. I kinda made fun of her for it." Dickie replied.

"And it isn't a big deal. It's just that you brought that up even before we got to tell you all that I'm pregnant. But now I need some advice." Bay spoke.

"About?" Olivia asked as she continued to smile. She never expected to become a mother, let alone a grandmother. But now she was going to be both.

"Should I tell Dad?" Bay questioned.

Everyone but Noelle went quiet. Olivia was hoping and praying that Bay wouldn't even ask that. She was hoping that Elliot would lose his chance to be a grandfather to Bay and Wes' baby, but by the way Bay asked, it made it sound like he might get the chance.

"Tell him, but make him work to get back into your life," Lizzie spoke.

"I don't want him back in my life. In our life... It's just that I want him to find out from me, instead of having someone else tell him." Bay breathed.

"He doesn't deserve to know," Olivia spoke, as she stood slowly.

"Mom-"

"No, Bay. I'm sorry, but no. Don't tell him. I'm not a big fan of your biological mother, but I'd rather have you tell Loren then tell your father."

[=]

Bay and Wes went home, and Wes could tell that announcing the pregnancy had taken a lot out of her. Even talking about telling her father had made her even more exhausted than she has been.

"Wanna head to bed?" Wes asked, as his wife put her shoes in the closet before turning to look at him.

"I'm gonna call my Dad," Bay replied.

"Are you sure?" Wes asked, and Bay nodded slowly.

"I just want my father to know. I don't want him to get hurt even more by this whole situation." Bay replied. She grabbed her phone from her pocket, but Wes took it from her.

"Babe, sleep on it. Decide in the morning. If you still feel confident that you want to tell your father, then call him." Wes spoke.

"But-"

"I'm looking out for you, honey. I don't want this to push you over the edge right now. We need to think about our baby." Wes spoke.

"Weston-"

"Babe, please," Wes spoke. Bay nodded slowly before stepping forward and hugging her husband tightly as tears welled in her eyes.

"I wish he never said what he had said. Then maybe, just maybe, he would have been at dinner tonight and would have found out with the rest of the family."

"I know. But it happened and it can't be changed. Now, I'm going to go warm your favorite pajamas in the dryer so they are warm. Go take a nice long shower, while I do that and make you some tea." Wes spoke.

"Okay. Thanks, baby... please don't hate me if I still decide to call my father and tell him about our baby." Bay whispered.

"I could never hate you. Well, I did after your father threw me out of your house... but still." Wes smirked. Bay smacked his chest, as she walked towards the stairs.

"I want lemon in my tea. It's a demand. Not me just asking." Bay breathed, as she looked over her shoulder and smiled at her husband.

"Anything for you."

[=]

When Bay woke up the next morning, she climbed out of bed and slipped from the room with her phone in hand.

She quietly went into the kitchen and took her medicine before sitting down and dialing her father's number. 

"Hello?" Elliot asked. Bay took a shaky breath before speaking quietly.

"Dad, it's me. Bay. I have some things that I need to talk to you about." Bay spoke.

"Why are you calling me? We haven't talked since after your wedding." Elliot breathed.

"Because I don't want to keep something from you, and then have you get hurt when you find out," Bay replied. She settled back in her chair as she waited for her father to respond.

"Is your mother getting remarried? Are your siblings in relationships?" Elliot questioned, and Bay hated that he seemed more interested in their lives than hers.

"No, Dad. This is about me. Is it okay if I talk about myself? Or is that something you aren't interested in yet again?" Bay spat. 

Elliot was sitting in the living room of his apartment, where none of his children have step foot in months. The last kid to actually be there was Noelle, but she hasn't gone back since Olivia found him with the prostitutes. He shook when his daughter yelled at him, and he had no idea why he didn't ask about her in the first place.

"What do you need to tell me, Bay? I want to know." Elliot replied.

"I'm 12 weeks pregnant. You are going to be a grandfather. Well, the word will technically apply to you, but you won't be this baby's grandfather because of what you have done." Bay replied.

She felt like she was twisting the knife, but she didn't care. Because he deserved to feel a little bit of pain. She didn't think she'd approach telling him as she had, but it happened, and now she was done.

Bay silently hung up her phone,  before going in and blocking her father's number.

It was done, and there was no reason to talk to him anymore.

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