AN: I own nothing. Let me know if you want me to update. I love Fringe! I've been wanting to read another Bishop family fanfic, so i decided to right my own. Let me know what you think. If you have any suggestions of what you would like to see in this story feel free to message me or leave a comment. I will see what I can do. Enjoy :)
Olivia's POV
"Peter I'm pregnant" I tell my husband as we drive to pick up etta from daycare. Neither of us have ever been into surprises. I told him as soon a I knew.
"Really thats amazing!" We had been trying for exactly 3 mounths and 14 days. I look over at him and he's beeming. "So when will we tell Etta?" he asks."Now I supose." We pull into the driveway of her daycare and i open the passenger door. I look in the window and see her looking back at me. She always watches for me at the end of the day instead of playing with the other kids. As soon as we make eye contact I see a blur of blond hair as she runs to the front door. The door swings open and I see my 4 year old daughter holding a large purple peice of construction paper. "What do you have there sweetheart?" I ask.
"It's a butterfly" she says calm and sophisticated as if deskribing modern art to a child. The blobs of red and blue paint didn't really resemble a butterfly. She grabs my hand and skips to the car. I help her into her carseat and walk back towards the house. I walk into the wide open door etta didn't close.
"Hi Olivia," the short blond girl in the doorway says. "Etta was an angel." I hand her 80 dollers, thank her and close the door. When I get in the car Peter and Etta are deep into a conversation about her butterfly. I smile and say "Etta Mommy and Daddy have somthing to tell you," I smile at the already smiling peter.
"Etta honey," Peter starts, "You're going to have a little brother or sister!"
"Ok," Etta replies. She Doesn't seam to care, but at least she isn't mad. When my sister Rachel got pregnant with her son a few years ago, I was there when she told my Ella, her daughter. Ella freaked to say the least. I was worried Etta would react the same way.
When we get home Peter caries the now sleeping etta into the house. I let him put her to bed and help myself to a glas of red wine. Right I'm pregnant. My husband walks into the kitchen and I hand him the glass. Peter laughs. "You forgot didn't you?" he asks.
"No," I giggle. "I just thought my husbad would like a glass of whine after a long day of work." He raises his eyebrows and smirks. "Ya I forgot." He knows me too well.
AN: I know it's short, but I just wanted to see if anybody would read it. If i get any comments or messages I will update ASAP.