Alaskan Nights (A Law and Order: SVU fanfic)

Ch.1

Her 19-month-old baby clutched to her side as the thunder and lightning continued. The heartbreaking cries of the scared child competed immensely with the constant booming of the thunder. The faint blue light of the lightning flickered through the light curtain making its presence known.

She pulled her baby into her arms and covered him gently with the blanket; repeatedly placed kisses on his head and whispered reassuring words.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry," she whispered into his brown curls, as the wind shook the roof. "It's okay Quinn, momma's right here, you're ok, Bubba."

His cries seem to fade as the storm died down and turned into the gentle evening rain. He quickly fell asleep in her arms and began to snore lightly. She kissed his tear-stained face and slowly walked him to his crib careful not to wake him up. The constant chill reminded her that the heating wasn't working, so she grabbed a heavy blanket and settled down to sleep herself. She fell asleep to the soft pitter-patter of the rain on the cottage roof.

...

The ferry boats blared in the distance as she came to. The morning rain echoed through her house and like almost all of her mornings here in Alaska she was at peace.

She got up and went into her son's room. They painted his room in a light green hue with dark blue letters spelling his name. There was a dresser in the back which contained all of his clothes and toys. He wasn't really a baby who enjoyed toys but the few that he did have were scattered all over the floor. The ceiling was blue with clouds painted on and four antique planes hung from it. The pre-owned rocking chair which stood next to the crib was where they spent most of their time. They pen endless lazy mornings and sick days rocking back and forth for hours just enjoying each others company.

It was when she was 5 months pregnant and setting up the babies' room that she realized that it was missing something. She went down to the secondhand store and was immediately greeted by a wooden rocking chair with a blue padded seat.

Her eyes caught the pink crib which sat almost invisible behind the dresser. It was a constant reminder of the baby she lost; the sister Quinn lost and the painful memories the happiest day of her life but also a reminder of how lucky she was to be alive.

Her grief didn't last long, Quinn's eyes fluttered open and his bright smile spread slowly across his face.

"Good Morning, sweetie," she whispered, lifting him out of his crib and placing a kiss on his forehead.

He latched on to her neck and burrowed his head into her chest. It was moments like these that were worth living for. The feeling that her son loved, needed and depended on her was enough to get her through the day. She carried him into the small kitchen and settled him down in his high chair.

"So, what's it gonna be today?" She asked Quinn in her best southern accent.

He pulled one of the serious, thinking faces he saw her do while working on a case in the past.

"Yup, you're definitely my son." She said before disappearing to the fridge. "What will it be a cowboy? Puréed strawberry baby food? Or cereal?"

Quinn pulls his serious thinking face again before pointing to the purée.

"Nice choice, my friend." She said placing the bowl on his tray.

His small fingers slowly wrapped around his baby spoon. The spoon grazed the top of the food and he immediately brought it to his mouth, having taken up no food.

"Good job!" She lied as she saw his face light up with pride.

He continued to eat, taking more up with each try. The way he analyzed the taste of the food and contorted his face at the different textures, awakened memories of the person her son was yet to know; his father.

She thought of him for a second.

"Hey! If you don't like the Thai food, then don't eat it!" She shouted.

He continued to make faces as he chewed the egg rice, "Thai is not the same as Chinese."

"Well, if you don't want it," She laughed as she took away the carton, "I'll take it."

He cocked his eyebrow and attempted to grab the carton but instead accidentally pushed her onto the crummy floor of the motel.

"Not a chance." She giggled falling onto her back.

"Did you just giggle? Did Olivia 'tough as nails' Benson just giggle?!"He shouted and began to tickle her.

"El...What is...This...El...Elliot...I'm...Gonna...Pee!" She screamed between loud bursts of laughter.

He stopped to find himself inches away from her face. Her lips dangerously close to his and  her eyes widen by the very foreign gesture. He began to lower himself to meet her lips when;

"Liv, El, Ralphie's on the move, he's got, Francesca!" Fin shouted through the receiver.

Elliot let out a sigh and responded, "We're on the way, Fin."

Olivia looked up to see that Quinn had finished his breakfast, and was now wearing his bowl as a hat.

"You look so much like him," she sighed, before placing a kiss on her son's head. "He would love you, my sweet baby, he would love you so much."

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