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“You taken it yet?” Elliot called through the door. Olivia had been in there for almost ten minutes and he knew that it didn’t take this long.
“You know, it’s really weird that you’re waiting outside my bathroom door. Like that creep we caught putting cameras into toilets.” Olivia retorted. That had definitely been one for the books, even before it led to the head teacher who claimed a tumour caused her to abuse a twelve year old boy. Honestly, it wasn’t a mystery why so many of them refused to discuss their work when off the clock. Even the war stories from other cops paled in comparison to the SVU.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” Elliot replied as he grimaced at the memory. The knowledge that there were fetishes for urinating and faeces was a piece of information he wished Huang had kept to himself.
As Elliot’s footsteps faded down her hallway, Olivia sighed and held the test in her hand. She had read and reread the instructions several times already and she knew what she had to do. She just wasn’t ready to do it yet. There was almost no point when she already knew what the outcome would be. It would be the final conformation that she needed, the piece of the puzzle that wasn’t necessary to complete the picture.
Still, there was comfort in a definitive answer. There was no point in panicking or stressing until she had a definite answer. Waiting ten more minutes would not change the result. So she may as well get it over with.
Elliot heard the bathroom door unlock and he walked down the hall to her. “Well?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t looked yet.” Olivia admitted. Whatever she had thought about not panicking or stressing was a lie. She was a hair’s width away from hyperventilating. There were a million thoughts rushing through her head, not a single one of them was good. She was an adult. An adult who was past the point of making this sort of mistake. She had not planned for this. She had not expected this. She was too old for this. What about her career? Her apartment? Was she mentally ready? Financially? Emotionally?
Elliot silently pulled Olivia into his arms and hugged her tightly. Although things between them had been ‘different’ recently, Olivia was still his best friend, his partner and one of the most important people in his life. Whatever the outcome of the test was, he knew that he would be by her side. For every step of the way.
“It’ll be OK,” Elliot reassured as he felt Olivia laugh against his shirt.
“Yeah right.” Olivia muttered sarcastically. This was the stupidest thing she had ever done and if she had been in her late teens instead of her late thirties, it would almost be understandable. A one night stand, a lapse in protection and now a plastic, urine covered stick held her future on a small screen.
“It will, you know I’m here.” Elliot stated and Olivia nodded. If there was one certainty that she could tether herself to, it was that Elliot would be with her. Despite the divorce which had eventually been finalised and the two of them slowly dancing around whether or not they were more than friends or not; she knew that Elliot would be at her side. Regardless of what happened. It was just how they were, a matching pair, two halves of a whole, Elliot and Olivia. “Do you want to check it?”
Olivia looked towards the bathroom and shook her head. If she had her way, she would never see the damned thing ever again. However if Elliot was offering to be the one who actually had to see the results for her, she would let it. “Can you-?”
“Of course,” Elliot replied as he kissed the top of her head, the act of affection was one of the things that had been different between them. Despite their closeness, it was only recently that forehead kisses had been a thing. Of course they were yet to sit down and discuss just what ‘this’ was between them. However the plastic stick on the bathroom sink had the potential to make things even more complicated than they already were.
Elliot looked at the stick and felt the weight press down on his chest. There it was. The nine letters which confirmed what they already knew. The final nail in the coffin sat innocently on the white porcelain sink, displaying its message for the world to see.
Pregnant.
Olivia was pregnant.
And he wasn’t the father.