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This is un-betaed, all the typos are mine.
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"Daddy?" four year old Olivia Bishop said to Peter.
"Yes sweetheart," Peter answered not looking away from his paperwork.
"What's this?" Olivia asked.
Peter looked away from his work and found Olivia holding up a small golden cross necklace. Peter felt tears come to his eyes as he remembered when Olivia had given it to him. Before their daughter was born Olivia had given Peter the cross, knowing that she would not survive the withdrawal symptoms from losing the Cortexiphan.
As Peter's mind raced through the not so happy memories, and little Ollie's olive green eyes looking up at him, he felt a tear down his face and quickly wiped it away.
"Ollie sweetheart, where did you find this?" Peter asked as he gently took it from Olivia.
"I was trying to get my story off the shelf daddy, but it fell off the top with a box of pictures." Olivia explained.
"Well sweetheart, this was your mum's. She said it kept her safe, and before she died she gave it to me, to keep me safe." Peter sighed, trying to hold back the flood of tears. "Your mum... She was amazing, she was strong and never gave up. When someone she cared about was in trouble, she would always save them... She always cared about other people, and she never only ever cared about herself. She was never selfish, and she was very understanding. But you know what, she was also a very stubborn woman. She would always get her way, and she would always get things done... This cross represents your mum, everything about her... Her strength, her selflessness, her wisdom, and her stubbornness."
Peter leaned down to kiss Olivia on the head while slipping the necklace around her thin neck.
"I think she would have wanted you to have this Ollie, but you need to promise to take care of it."
Olivia looked down at the cross, she smiled at how well it fit her and how good it looked shining in the light. Olivia looked up at Peter and said, "Yes daddy, I'll take good care of it. Thank you." Olivia leaned up and gave Peter a hug of understanding.
Peter pulled back, wiped his eyes, and said, "Now. Would my special girl like some ice cream."
Olivia beamed at Peter, "Yes please daddy!"
Peter gathered the girl in his arms took her down the street for ice cream, Peter's paperwork long since forgotten.