Change of Heart
Spoilers: All Episodes
Disclaimer: I don't own Fringe, only the noncanon characters in this story.
To him she's perfect, the most beautiful creature in the world...both worlds, nothing holds a candle to her. Olivia Dunham couldn't be replaced by anything or anyone.
To Peter Bishop she's everything he could ever want; strong, fearless, determined, fast, beautiful, sexy...the list didn't end as she had a new adjective to describe her each day.
His world began to slowly revolve around her when she stepped into his life, brining him back from the desert kicking and screaming...no one had done that before but she had.
She was his entire world till that fateful June day when she no longer was because someone else became his entire existence for living.
With her blonde hair and green eyes she captivated him, the way she looked at him as if he was her prince coming to the rescue when she called. The look on her face was perfect and soft, beautiful...more beautiful. She became his world, his entire being and he loved her like he never loved another.
The soft sound of her breathing as she lay next to him, the way she held onto his shirt when they slept...the scent of her hair made him understand why he'd lay down his life for her. The war had brought them together...secrets and betrayal laid in the path to their present state.
In the end, nothing else mattered but her...because she was the only one not to look at him with distain despite the past.
They enjoyed sitting down and reading a book, liked the same ice cream and on occasion she'd help with his current scientific inquiry...after all, its who he was and she accepted.
When he looked into her green eyes he fell instantly in love all over again, remembering as they shared breakfast in bed and music...life was perfect with her and he knew why...she belonged with him.
Peter was knocked out his thoughts by her arms around his neck and her in his lap, he kissed her head that caused a giggle. "Daddy stop...no kiss."
"Okay, no kiss but its time for bed." He stood and carried his daughter to her room and laid her down. "Tomorrow is Mother's Day, what do you think about making breakfast in bed for Mommy?"
She nodded and he kissed her head, she pushed him away. "NO kiss...you kiss Mommy not me."
"Oh I'd love a kiss," both looked to the door to find a blonde haired FBI agent fresh from the job in her suit and gun still at her waist. "But what I'd love me is a little girl in bed asleep when I get home...not up." She walked over and sat down on the bed, "what do you have to say about that Miss Elizabeth Bishop?"
"Blame Daddy?"
Elizabeth giggled and Peter found himself looking at Olivia as she tucked their daughter into bed, the perfect mother. Perhaps his theory needed expanding as both were his world it seemed...one became his world and gave birth to his reason for existence.
A/N: Thought it was Alt-Livia didn't you? Nope...it was his daughter, Little Elizabeth Bishop.