Like Any Normal Day
It had been another long day, filled with hours upon hours of paper work. Everyone feeling miserable because the other side was very much missed. Their allies gone for good, along with Lincoln. How he was already missed, although it had only been one day. The bridge was permanently closed forever. And yet, despite that fact, there were still earthquakes going on, although not as strong as before. They were more like mini quakes. Probably the aftermath of when they were started.
The fact is, she had been experiencing a lot of mild nausea all day and unintentionally making the lights flicker on her own. As her stress levels increased, the more the lights flickered and the more electronic devices kept shutting themselves down. At one point it got so bad, that the main office thought they might be experiencing an electrical circuit malfunction, and sent everyone home, so that they could fix the problem right away. As everyone was leaving, Broyles called up the building's security and requested some electricians come check out the problem as fast as possible. Suddenly, the lights had gone out, and all power lines were down. Peter had been there with Olivia sorting out the paper work when it happened. She had been indifferent to what was going on around them. And by the blank, but very intensified concentrated look on her face, he could tell that she was the cause of it. Thankfully, Walter and Astrid were still at the lab running some diagnostics on the previous days' events.
He had pulled her out of the FBI building as fast as he could before she could cause any more damage. She was almost limp. He was half dragging, half carrying her. As soon he got her outside, she instantly came back to earth. He didn't say a word. Instead, he helped her into the car and he drove them to her apartment. When they got into the apartment, he sat her down on the couch and pulled up a chair and sat across from her. Their knees against one another, her hands safely enveloped in his. The orange sherbet wall around them looking gloomy with the low dimmed ceiling lights.
It was late and the darkness outside was adding to the ever-growing anxiousness. The streets were empty, except for the occasional passing car. The silence in the room was deafening.
Peter gazed straight into her glassy green eyes, worry written all over his face. But of course Olivia couldn't see that. She was staring at the floor.
Olivia had so much to say to him, and she didn't even know where to start. But she knew that she could take her time, because he would always be there to wait for her.
"I don't know what's happening to me- what I'm becoming. I've got this power inside me, and it terrifies me because I don't understand it", she said finally, looking up and locking eyes with him, a bit dazed.
"I-I don't know what happened today, Peter. And I'm scared that I can't control it, that it'll happen again. What if I had hurt people? I don't know what"-
"Olivia, he cut her off swiftly, I don't understand it anymore than you do. But it's obvious that something is troubling you. I've never seen you do that unintentionally, you were really… out of it in there". He paused briefly, "Are you ok?"
She just looked into his ocean blue eyes, drowning in them. Tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She avoided the question.
"Peter, what if Nick Lane was right? What if there is a war coming? I think I'm supposed to somehow stop it, with this power that I have. But I don't know how. I-I can't control it anymore". She had lost all control of her emotions and let the tears run down her face.
Peter's hands moved away from Olivia's then. One hand to wipe away her tears, while the other cupped her wet face.
"Olivia, what ever you do, I will always, ALWAYS be here by your side. I won't let anything happen to you. I will not lose you again Olivia", he said in the most loving but sincere way.
She dropped her head into his hands, finding comfort and safety.
He got up to sit down right next to her, holding her against him in his strong arms, shielding her from imaginary danger. She rested her head onto his chest, breathing in his scent that she has called "home" for her herself. She closed her eyes.
One last tear rolled down her glistening face.
"Peter...", She said in a half whisper.
"Mhhmm", he mumbled as he kissed the top of her head.
"I'm pregnant".
She felt his body become tense around her, his grip on her still very tight. She pulled her head away from his chest to look at him. Shock written all over his face as he looked back at her. Then a smile started to form from the corners of his mouth and turned into a full-toothed grin. She smiled back and leaned in to kiss him.
And for a moment, all was forgotten. There was no danger in the world. Time was frozen. Nothing else existed in that moment except for the two of them, in her apartment, kissing on the couch. Passionately.
Peter let himself fall back onto the couch, so that he was almost lying down, Olivia on top of him. Each exchanging a love so big, so important, so profound, that no one could possibly understand how deep the meaning goes.
His hands, bringing her head closer to his lips, almost eating her whole. Fingers, combing through her blonde hair as he did so. Her hands sliding through his short curly hair, holding his face. Their tongues, wrapping themselves around each other, tasting each other, feeling each other.
In all his wildest dreams, he never thought that this could actually happen to him. That he was going to be a father to a child that belonged to the both of them. To the woman of his dreams. To Olivia.
"Olivia, he breathed in between kisses, I- I love you".
She stopped kissing him to look into his eyes, "Not as much as I love you", she said with a playful smile.
"Oh really?", he said, propping himself up on his elbows.
"Mhhmm", she said as she put her head back onto his chest, bringing up her left hand to rest it where his heart was beating wildly.
He let himself fall back down on the couch, resting his head on the soft cushioned armrest. He put his arms around her, compressing her into his shape, hugging her tightly. "No one could ever love someone more than the way I love you", he whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes and smiled before drifting off into a deep, deep sleep. One that she hadn't had in a long time. He drifted off into a deep sleep too, knowing that she was safe there, in his arms. Her and their unborn child.