@timeguardians asked:
"El, I want a baby," Liv confesses, seating herself on the kitchen counter. She knows it is FOOLISHNESS. With her work schedule to desire something that requires great care. But she can't seem to satiate that desire, it lingers far too headily.
Shitty, burnt coffee in hand and halfway raised to his lips, Elliot paused.
All he could do was blink a few times before making a slight noise that indicated he heard her, an amused expression growing on his face as he nodded his head to her, chin jutting towards her as he finally took a sip, already used to its horrid taste so he was able to hide the shudder.
Fucking Munch and never changing the damn pot.
"You want a baby. Okay. Uh. There's pretty much one way that's almost completely guaranteed to get you that, but is there a reason you're telling me? I mean, considering the fact that I have as many as I do, I can definitely say that if you're bringing it up to me for a reason- I'd say I'm pretty damn good at making that goal happen?"
Giving her a teasing smirk, he leaned against the opposite counter and crossed his ankles as he just watched her. "Why now? Is it because of everything that happened with Calvin?"