A step towards their future had fallen exactly three years ago to the day. Olivia remembered it like it was just yesterday; Noah and Oliver’s first Halloween together, waddling about the streets of New York, gracing everyone with their cuteness. It was even more special, in a sense, that Emily’s parents had shown up to take to the streets with them. Watching Elizabeth try to keep up with rambunctious kids was far too amusing, especially in leggings and sneakers… And then they took them, despite the amount of candy that had and would be excused. She thought it to be the most perfect night, and of course, that notion had been completely solidified as the two made their way up to the roof to enjoy the rest of the night alone. Eyes watered almost immediately as they landed upon carved pumpkins; her now fiancée sitting amongst them. ‘Will you marry me?’ perfectly carved into orange globes that glowed a practical beacon for their days to come. Halloween 2015 was literally the best days of her life; those including the addition of a tiny human not included, of course.
And here there were; three years later. A lot had happened between then and now. There was love, and there was loss. Those close to the pair were held near and dear. Both women had their walls. Hell, both women had a lot of walls. So, when they were close, they were close. A part of Olivia thought they should wait until there was time to plan the big old extravagant ceremony for those they actually let in, but it was supposed to be a day about them. The fill-in lieutenant was well under the impression that they would be handed their asses once everyone found out they went off to the Justice of the Peace to actually say ‘I do,’ but she couldn’t wait any longer! And she very well couldn’t make Emily wait either. She agreed that a piece of paper wasn’t something needed to confirm who they were to one another, nor did she think they would be incomplete without it. However, she wanted to have the simple pleasure of being able to call Emily Prentiss her wife! She was far more excited than she could ever possibly voice. They were finally going to say those two magical words!
A dress had been purchased and everything to help aid in the fond memories of the day everything changed – even if it wasn’t going to change all that much. They were both still going to be very much in love with one another, loving mothers and excellent friends. And after jumping herself into a pair of spanx, the native New Yorker poured herself into a white, one dress that hugged in all the right places ( thanks to said spanx ). Nerves bubbled up as she threw a lightweight trench coat to cover up the dress, as they got ready, before Emily could actually lay eyes on it. They may have been scurrying off to marry each other post haste, but there had to be some level of mystery! “Are you ready?” Olivia spoke softly, as she looked in her lover’s direction; her smile so damn wide she could most likely land a plane with such a brightness.
The week had been short providing Emily Prentiss the time needed to complete the most important task of her life. Perhaps calling it a task was a bit out of place considering Olivia Benson was anything but. Over a decade had been spent trying to find the proper footing for a stable foundation. Over a decade of near misses. Over a decade of other lovers trying to fill the void they left for one another. While most would look back on the time as missed the acting chief of the BAU saw it as necessary. Why? No one could question whether they were meant to be or not. People, death, distance, time couldn’t pull their hearts from one another. Soulmates fated to be with one another… or that’s exactly how Emily Prentiss saw it. Olivia Benson as quite literally her other half. With the brunette by her side things just made sense.
Wheels touched down just before two o’clock with the anxious woman aboard. Today was the day. Nerves buzzed through veins and heart pounded. The go bag was grabbed from the seat beside her as the woman rushed off the private jet and into a car service taking her home. Fingers itched to call Penelope; the woman would know just what to saw to calm the electric air around. However, the fizzling atmosphere was something to be cherished. A smile remained on lips as the brownstone came into view. Home. No matter how many places they lived or visited this is where they made a life with one another. This is where they became one unit. Feet rushed inside to change as she was meant to meet Olivia in a few short minutes. Hair was thrown into rollers as a white capped sleeved sheath that ended just above the knee with a slit up the back was shimmied into. Make up was touched up before rollers pulled from her hair and a Burberry trench pulled on over the dress before the woman was out the door.
It felt like tires came to a screeching halt outside of the courthouse, which they did not, before the woman all but threw herself out with a very large bill thrown the mans direction. Red soled shoes carried the woman inside and towards her lover, a bright smile on her face. “Hey.” Her voice was breathy as she reached the other. “I’ve been ready for years.” Grabbing the lieutenants hand, she pulled her into a sensual but public appropriate kiss before taking a step back. “I have the license.” Thanks to the work of federal judges who Emily grew up calling ‘aunt’ and ‘uncle’ one had been expedited for the day. “We only have a few minutes before my mother and Garcia start blowing up our phones.” Chuckling, she offered it to the other in case she wanted to look everything over. “All we have to do is say ‘I do’ and sign on the line along with a witness.” Almost on cue, Donald Cragen made his presence known. A surprise for her bride! The man had been a father like figure to the hard headed detective for years so it only seemed right he was the one there to witness the union.
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