A Closed Window [An SVU Fan Fic]

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"I'm not selfish!" Trevor screamed, as his wife moved towards the door.

"Sure. You aren't selfish. Never have been." Olivia grumbled.

"Stop acting like a fucking bitch, Olivia!"

"I'm going to go inside now. You keep doing whatever you are doing." Olivia huffed.

"I'm doing what I want, Olivia! That's what I'm doing!" Trevor screamed. Olivia turned around and looked at him for a moment before sighing softly.

"Exactly... it's like you never listen to yourself speak..."

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Trevor left just moments after he and his wife fought again. He just left and didn't tell his wife. Olivia walked out into the garage after cooling down a bit, but found that her husband had left a huge mess in the middle of the floor.

"Such an ass." Olivia mumbled to herself, before moving slowly towards the pile. She was just about to start cleaning things up, when Elliot walked from the sedan and towards his partner and best friend.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Elliot asked, and Olivia sighed as she looked at him.

"Trevor stormed out and left this here. He claims that he is never selfish and then proceeded to call me a bitch and leave." Olivia replied. She ran her fingers through her hair as Elliot started to pick up a few empty boxes and started to break them down.

"Do you want to stay here? Maureen's room is empty, and Quintin and Eli could bunk together." Elliot spoke, and Olivia shrugged as she moved over and opened the garbage can.

"I know that I'm angry and want to just walk away too, but Quintin needs to keep his schedule intact. And I don't want to walk out on my husband... Robbie and Quintin need their father." Olivia sighed. She walked over and picked up a bunch of boxes and moved to throw them away as Elliot followed close beside her.

"We can keep it intact at my house. And then at least I kow you aren't getting stressed out here." 

"Elliot, I love you for taking care of me and wanting to protect me, but I'm a grown woman and a fucking selfish mother and wife I guess."

"Wanting to protect your son isn't selfish and I'll always stand by that."

"I'm starting to not even believe you on that. I'm being selfish and I just have to get better... I'm going to finish cleaning this up and go do everything Trevor said he'd do today, but didn't do because he wanted to clean the garage instead."

"Liv, you can't just live for everyone else. You gotta live for yourself."

"I'll be fine... you don't have to stay. I'll finish this."

"I'm not leaving you alone."

"Well, then be of use and clean this up. I'm going to go do the housework."

///

Olivia picked Quintin up from school and drove home to find Trevor at home. Olivia didn't comment on it because she didn't want her little boy to know about the fight she and his father had.

"Am I going to get in trouble for how I acted this morning?" Quintin asked, as Olivia parked in the garage.

"I believe that it would be wise. You can't be disrespectful to your father."

"I'm sorry, Mama... it won't happen again." Quintin breathed, and Olivia nodded slowly.

"I believe you, love. But you need to prove that to us... mostly to Daddy."

"Are you and Daddy okay?" Quintin asked, and Olivia frowned as she ignored his question and climbed out of the van. She walked around and got her son out and held his hand as he jumped down before looking him over.

"Apologize to your Daddy and then go to your room. Work on your homework and I'll call for you when dinner is ready."

"Yes, Mama."

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The night went by smoothly, but by the time Olivia was ready for bed, Trevor wouldn't let her in their room. Olivia knocked softly as she tried her hardest to not start yelling.

"You can sleep on the couch or somewhere else, but just anywhere but here." Trevor huffed from the otherside of the door.

"I won't sleep in here. Just let me grab some stuff." Olivia sighed.

"You don't-"

"I'm not wearing my slacks to bed. Please just let me come in and grab some stuff... I won't even touch the bed if that makes you feel better." Olivia sighed.

The door was unlocked from the inside, and Trevor opened the door just enough for his wife to get in. Olivia walked over to her closest and started to grab a bunch of shirts and several pairs of slacks. She started to fold those up and shove them into a duffel bag as her husband watched.

"What are you doing?" Trevor asked, as Olivia moved and grabbed underwear and socks. She stopped for a moment as she shoved everything into her bag.

"I'm going to head to the precinct. I'll stay there until the week of my c-section. Then I'll come home and figure things out and prepare stuff for Robbie's arrival."

"Once again you are-"

"I'm not going to fight with you anymore, Trevor. We need the money, so I'll work. You can chill here at home and do what you want. I'll even leave to get Quintin so that is one last thing I'm being selfish by asking you to do." Olivia sighed. She zipped up her bag before grabbing a smaller one and moving into the bathroom for several items.

"You are going to work yourself to the point where Robbie is going to get sicker. If you kill him-"

"You don't want me in here. You said I can stay anywhere but here. So I don't know why you are throwing a fit in regards to me just leaving. I'm not going to work myself to the point that Robbie will get sicker. I'm on desk duty so I sit on my ass all day long."

"You are so fucking stubborn and you never listen to me."

"Trevor, I'm never going to listen to you. Never. Now, go to bed. Figure out a way to explain to our son why I'm not going to be here in the morning. Maybe turn him against me and make me his least favorite person. Just like when you were sick."