Imagine: Olivia Benson as Your Mother - 2010
It's a rainy monday, you're in bed. The celling fan is on, the window's slightly open. You can hear the news on the televison, she's probobly putting her makeup on by now. The phone rings, then stops.
"Yeah," Your mothers voice rings clear, she's near the door. "Mhm, well I'm taking Y/N to school first, yeah-" She goes on, probably nodding along to whatever the person on the other end of the line is saying.
"Come on kid, get up" She knocks softly on the door, you look up at the celling. "It's seven fouthy-five, sweetie" Olivia sighs, not harsh, not too stressed, kindly. "Cereal is on the counter." She remarks, You stand, your hand brushing through your hair.
The digital clock indeed says (7:45).
You get dressed, whatever suits you best that morning, and wash your face, light makeup and your favorite perfume or body mist.
"Baby, I'm not joking around- we'll be late" Olivia knocks on the door again. You reply with something tired and a bit snarky, she takes a deep breath. "Don't give me tone, just get your bag and coat, honey" She sighs, this time, a little annoyed, but nowhere near frustrated.
You make your way out of the bathroom and put your jacket on, your favorite one, and anything else you feel like wearing, maybe a hat, a scarf, gloves, it is a rainy February day after all.
And then you open the door, getting your school books, the ones you had to take home last week, you're behind in maths. "Good, don't forget your pencil case, it's on the couch." Olivia says, not looking up from her laptop, sipping her coffee at the counter. "And no gum, come on, let me check your bag" She says, holding out a hand.
If you give it to her, she nods slightly and takes out the gum if it's there, if you don't she sighs and comes over anyway, opening it.
"I'm not being mean, i'm saving us both from pick up at six, detention hours aren't worth it, and it's takeout night." She smirks, taking the gum out of your bag and putting it in the bowl on the counter, where she usually keeps the apartment keys, and occasionally your confiscated phone. You finish your cereal, she goes and gets changed out of her tank top, having spilled a bit of coffee on it. "Done?" She asks, opening the fridge, getting her lunch for work and putting it in her bag.
"Lunch money?" She asks, straighting up and downing the last of her coffee, she looks you over. "And please zip up your jacket, baby- it's way too cold out." Olivia remarks, going to get her wallet, same place, the blue glass bowl.
"Seven, eight- what nine dollars?" She asks, grinning a little, you tell her the amount you need and she hands it over, giving you a smile. "You know, an energy drink and candy isn't lunch, I hope you know that." She gives you a mock stern brow lift, then turns and goes to the clothing rack and puts on her grey coat and black heels, tying her hair in a ponytail.
"Oh no, not the sneakers, do the boots, it's still winter somewhere in the world." She says, and wether you pick the sneakers or the boots is up to you.
"Okay so, I pick you up at five, then we decide on chinese or pizza-" She begins, getting he black bag form the sofa chair nearby, then she turns to you. "Oh, and I promise- no listen" She interupts you softly. "Look, if I can't make it, i'll text you, and we'll do midnight pizza, i'll pick it up from Dino's, okay?" She smiles softly, looking you over, not assesing, but maybe a slight bit worried, that look she had when she could sense something might be off.
"And hey..." She says, getting her keys to the car and unlocking the front door, turning to you again. "Whatever's been bugging you lately...please talk to me, maybe not now, I get that, but tonight- I promise you, there's nothing you could say, that would ever make me judge you." She says, letting you out the door, and locking it behind you both.
