Have you ever imagined dating a badass like Elliot Stabler? Or maybe you prefer a smartass like Barba? Only suggestions will let your imagination flow! Request now!
This is a continuation of Three Soon to be Four where Benson and Harper's baby is one year old and celebrating her birthday with Elliot and her parents.
Request from: @JessieHarper0 and @JazzyWood1
Warnings: None
One thing I had to admit was that the cake looked extremely delicious. My daughter May's birthday cake was a colorful mixture of fun rainbow colored icing, and fluffy vanilla cake. My mouth was watering at the sight. I could tell my wife and May's father had the same thoughts as me. May herself was not interested in the cake, but rather interested in a tiger playing with his other animal friends on our television.
"May! Time to try some cake!" I called after her.
She continued smiling and waving her arms at the television.
Olivia then tried, "May? Time to eat!"
May's attention was fully on Olivia now. I rolled my eyes while Elliot laughed at the scene. Olivia picked her up and began to play with her and make funny baby noises. Elliot joined in and tickled May. Meanwhile, I cut the cake and purposefully gave myself a slightly bigger piece than Olivia and Elliot. I cut May a slice that was small and consisted of mostly frosting.
"She always wants Liv," I said, "I carried her for nine months; you would think she would be a little more appreciative."
"Oh come on," Liv snorted, "You know I will be the stricter parent. She will come crawling to you when I am."
I gasped and huffed while folding my arms like a child. Both Elliot and Olivia laughed, and she gave me a kiss on the cheek. I rolled my eyes and gave her one back. I gave each of them their plates and set mine aside so I could feed May. I held May in my arms and fed her some cake. May, being a very independent child, took both hands and rubbed frosting all over her mouth and face. She then ran her fingers through my hair.
I scrunched up my face, "Love you too May!"
"You enjoying yourself over there May?" Elliot laughed.
She let out a giggle while I glared at him. I was actually truly worried that May would love Olivia more than me. I wanted to be a great mother and have an equally great bond with my daughter. I never had much of a relationship with my mom; that pushed me to want to be there every second May needed me. I was always the one getting up in the middle of the night, feeding her, changing her diaper, and cradling her when she cried from being lonely. Olivia would have the pry her out of my arms so I would go back to bed. A few times she gave up, and I fell asleep with May in my lap with my arms still holding her tightly.
She began to cry and stretch towards Olivia. No matter what I did, nothing seemed to please her. Maybe it was the fact that I smothered her and was too available. You always want what you can't have. I took a napkin from the table and wiped off the frosting and cake crumbs from her fingers. I let her loose and Olivia had to put what was left of her cake down.
May closed her eyes and laid against Olivia. She yawned which meant that she wanted her daily nap. You would think eating would make her more energetic, but she seemed to be the exact opposite. Olivia gave me a smile as she stood up and walked past me to go put May in her crib.
"Harper?" Elliot spoke, "Are you jealous of Liv?"
"Jealous? What do you mean?" I replied.
He shrugged, "Well it looked like you were to me. Plus, the sly comments match your behavior. Look, you cannot start thinking that she is going to love Liv more. She is a young child! She wants Liv when Liv is here because she does not see her as often as you! Liv tells me all the time how you smother her. She just wants a change...that's all."
I sighed, "Maybe you're right. I need to stop being so overbearing and let Liv have a turn. It's just that I did not enjoy being near my mother, and I felt like she never tried to understand me and listen to me. I don't want May hiding things from me like I did with my mother."
"Look Jessie," Olivia must have heard our conversation, "She will be a teenager and hide things from both of us. It is what they do, but she is going to realize she needs us. Your mother was an evil bitch who only cared for herself. I mean, she kicked you out for being a lesbian! She never tried to contact you and would ignore you when you tried. I know how much you love and care for May. May might see that as overbearing, but she will be begging for it when she is older. Besides, you do not need to be worried now! May is one year old; she does not know who she likes better. She does not even know what day it is! Calm down and remember that everything will be fine in the end. It always is."
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