He was going to support her.

Olivia laid in bed that night, doing what she did best and over analyzed the conversation she had with Elliot. She didn't know exactly how to pinpoint her feelings. Not sure if she was exactly happy or relieved, or if this was all too good to be true. Things had been going wrong for so long, she didn't expect for life to make what felt like another drastic turn.

He didn't want to leave her.

She understood that him not wanting a divorce didn't mean he wasn't still upset with her. Or that he had fully forgiven her. But it did answer one of her questions. Somehow. Some way. He still loved her.

He would be there for every appointment.

This baby was Elliot's and he was going to be there every step of the way. He may not physically be there every night to rub her sore back, or make a run to the store for her midnight cravings. But he would be there for everything else. Even helping with the nursery and putting his love into the room for their baby.

Olivia knew this was only the calm before the steadily approaching storm ahead. Because once this baby came, she knew this marriage would be rocked and shifted once they began to reconcile.

~

The weekend had passed and Olivia would finally be returning to work. Deciding to break away from that numbing feeling, and try to resume living as much of a normal life as possible. However, she decided to make an extra stop this morning before going into the precinct.

"Olivia, I didn't get any notice that you were stopping by," she decided to rip the band aid off a quickly as possible and inform David of the paternity results this morning. Olivia didn't know what had changed in her, but after speaking with Elliot she felt more confident, at ease.

"I'm sorry I didn't call..this was kind of a last minute thing," she shrugged her shoulders and took a seat in one of the chairs across from his desk. David hadn't even attempted to hide the way his eyes roamed her body, and landed at the sight of her breasts. She rolled her eyes, pulling at the top of her blouse that barely contained her achy swollen breasts.

"Bastard," she spat. "I came here to talk to you about the baby," his entire body language had changed, perking up at the word "baby". David leaned forward in his seat, resting both elbows on the edge of his desk.

"You got the test done?"

"Yeah, yeah I did. You're not the father, David. It's not your baby," she had to bite her lip to hide to the smile forming on her face. Olivia was grateful to say the least. There was no way she would be able to raise a child with this man.

She pulled a copy of the results from her bag and slid them over to him. Satisfied with herself, she rose from her seat and headed towards the door. "I don't want to hear about this ever again. Take care of yourself Haden," and like that she was gone. When she closed the door to his office, she could hear sound of something being thrown, a pounding on his desk.

Somehow, grace had been instilled upon her, and saved her from having to deal with this asshole for the rest of her life. And she was pretty fucking elated.

Olivia knew things would be awkward at work for them for a while, but she held onto a small bit of hope that he would let it go. She did what he asked and got the paternity test. There was nothing else for them to discuss.

Now she would do her best to move on herself, and focus on what mattered the most right now.

Her baby- her and Elliot's baby.

6 weeks later

"I can't thank you enough for this," Olivia stood in the center of what would be their baby's nursery in 4 weeks. She stood in the center of the room, observing the paint job Elliot had done, coating all four walls in a pale grey. Even after everything that had happened, they had kept the gender unknown, even though Elliot insisted they were having a girl. And agreed to keep everything neutral.

"Liv, you don't have to keep thanking me. This is our baby," his voice was light and amused. "And plus, isn't this what husbands are supposed to do?" Husband. He removed the blue tape from each wall, satisfied that the paint had dried evenly.

Elliot had grown more helpful over the past 6 weeks. Keeping his word that he would be there every step of the way. As the weeks went on, the conversations between them became less awkward but were all relatively the same. Olivia wasn't complaining though. She would rather it be that than him throwing her infidelity back in her face.

"I'm sorry I didn't expect for it to be like this after," her voice faded. She silently cursed herself for even saying anything. Instead she walked over to the plush grey rocker, and took a seat. Suddenly feeling an ache in her lower back.

"You feeling okay?" He moved over to where she sat and kneeled next to her. She was grateful he ignored her comment rather than use it as an opportunity to jab at her. Olivia didn't know what had changed in Elliot, but his rage had nearly disappeared it seemed. Far from normal for Elliot.

"I'm just..pregnant," she blew out a deep breath, causing her bangs to fly up. He looked up at her from where he kneeled, before placing his hand over the top of her swell. A grin appeared, reaching the corners of his eyes once he felt the movement of their unborn child.

He had been keeping her at a distance physically. And with every interaction he had with their baby, she tried her best to keep it engrained in her memory. She was grateful he had been gentle with her these past few weeks. And appreciated him looking after the baby and her with genuine concern.

She loved him

And it killed her that it couldn't be like this all of the time. That every night she had to go to sleep with one side of the bed ice cold, missing his body heat. Or wake up every morning to an alarm, instead of the sound of his voice whispering sweet nothings to her belly.

It was all her fault. It always would be.

"One more month and she'll be here. Or maybe even sooner. We don't even have a name or a plan for after she's here," Olivia knew he would bring this up, and she had been dreading the conversation. Everything had been going as smooth as possible up to this point.

"What if this is a boy?"

"Then I'll teach him all about sports and cars, and how to get the girl- but until then.."

"You're incorrigible, you know that?"

"You won't be saying that in a month when she's here to prove you wrong," he stood up, grabbing both of her hands as he did, helping pull her up from her seat. "Let's go get you some food and talk," she had hoped his light-hearted demeanor would stick, and this conversation wouldn't set them three steps back.

This draft has been sitting here for almost two months. It's short, I know. But I'll update again someday soon lol.