AN.: I have a plan for this. There is no real plot, but I want to concentrate in little stolen moments, glimpses into their lives after season 4 ended. I really miss this now that season 5 is here. I wish we'd see more of that.

It was sometime in the afternoon when Olivia woke up from her nap. The sun was filtering in through the blinds a little too brightly, and she guessed it should be past noon. Her body felt weak under the cozy layers of sheets and comforters that felt too heavy when she threw them off of her to sit up on the side of the bed.

She couldn't quite remember going to sleep, but she remembered arriving home from the hospital, feeling very tired and sitting on the couch with Peter. She definitively didn't remember taking her jeans and her sweater off either.

Running a hand through her face to try and rub the sleep fog away, she told herself to stand up. There was a low murmur of men voices coming from the living room and she guessed Peter was watching something sport related. Standing up, she padded over in her tank and underwear, feeling still half asleep.

Peter was sitting on the couch when she opened the door, remote control on one hand, head resting on the other. He looked straight up and his lips spread out in that welcoming smile of his.

"Hey there, finally. I was about to go hold a mirror under your nostrils."

Olivia managed to lift one side of her mouth in acknowledgment of his sense of humor and walked over to the couch, sitting down and moving her feet to rest on his lap. His hand immediately cupped her calf and started running up and down in a soothing touch.

"Feeling ok?" He asked.

She nodded, each blink like in slow motion, "Still waking up, though."

He smiled again and she felt like she could just close her eyes and let herself float in the feel of his hand caressing her leg, but her stomach growled, reminding her what had woke her up in the first place.

"I'm hungry. What should we do for lunch?"

"More like what should we do for dinner. It's past four, you slept all day."

She briefly widened her eyes to show her shock, "Gosh, why am I still so tired, then?"

"Well, your blood sugar is probably low given you haven't had anything to eat all day. Then there is also the fact that you're growing a human being. That tends to take a lot of energy." He grinned again, reaching out to rest his hand on her lower belly.

She smiled too, feeling the warmth spread all over her body, lifting her up in a moment of disbelief.

Placing a her hand of top of his, she scrunched up her nose before she spoke, "Can you believe it?"

"Hell, no." He chuckled, squeezing her leg with his other hand, "I can't believe I'm this lucky."

She shook her head, thinking back through the past few weeks. It was all mashed up together like a strange dream. A brief shudder ran through her body as she thought of the IV bag filled with red liquid connected to her vein as she shared a dream with Nick Lane. She didn't want to think about it but she knew she was already pregnant then. Her mind started going into dark alleys filled with likely scenarios picture anything but a happy ending to this story, but she stopped herself. The past 48 hours had been nothing short of miraculous. She was pregnant; her baby had survived her death. She was going to hold on to that knowledge for the time being and take one day at a time until she knew more.

Feeling Peter squeeze her hand, she looked up at him and accepted his reassuring smile, trying her best to will her fears away.

AN.: I know it's short, but I have more coming. Chapter 2 is almost done. What do you think? Anything you'd wanna see?