Slowly Moving Forward

Spoilers: Season 1, Season 2, Season 3(Olivia, The Box, The Plateau, Do Shapeshifters Dream of Electric Sheep, Amber 31422, 6955 kHz, The Abducted, Entrada, Marionette promo).

Disclaimer: If I owned Fringe...Olivia would have made it home with Peter in Over There Part 2 instead of this insanity.

Peter stood reviewing files in the lab when he received a call from Rachel on his phone, "hey Rach, is everything okay?"

"No its not, Liv won't come out for breakfast and she hasn't gotten out of bed...and its a Tuesday. She's depressed and honestly after hearing what happened, I'd have thought you'd be the one depressed."

"What do you mean?"

"Liv told me she cheated on you with another guy and is pregnant, I mean I'd understand how'd you'd get upset but you've been nothing but understanding...shouldn't your attitudes be reversed, I mean after all your estranged girlfriend is pregnant with another guy's kid."

Peter finally understood why Olivia was so distant, why she didn't want to be around him...because the baby that she was pregnant with. That changed everything in a heartbeat...but in a good way, of course he'd have to be insane to think that but he was after all a Bishop.

"Don't tell her anything, I'll be right over."

He was quickly out of the lab and heading over to Rachel's, he knocked only once and she opened the door.

"Thank God, the morning sickness is rearing its ugly head and I have to go, just watch out for flying objects. I nearly got hit with a shoe...never thought Liv would throw something at me but hormones."

Peter chuckled, he was more likely to look out for flying fireballs and water or electric shocks.

He found Olivia with her head over the toilet, hair hanging down around her as she vomited. He bent down beside her and pulled her hair back with a pony tail that looked like it was Ella's that rested on the counter.

Peter rubbed her back before kissing her head and stood up, wetting a washcloth before bending back down beside Olivia. She was sitting against the wall looking at him in surprise, "here." He wiped her mouth before looking at her.

She looked down, "I guess Rachel opened her mouth and told you. I don't need your pity or that...it wasn't rape." She pointed to her head, "your thoughts."

"Tell me, what happened? Tell me so I can understand Olivia...what are you holding back?"

She shook her head and looked up at him, "I'm...I'm just nothing, I lost so much over there that I have nothing left to give you. I lost my freedom when they held me prisoner, I lost my identity when she stole it, I lost my self-respect when I slept with her team leader even when I was myself to keep up appearances. I lost my soul when I took on her memories...I'm broken and nothing."

Peter looked at her, "you're not nothing, maybe a little broken but after everything you went through, I'd expect that...anyone would." He reached out and took her hand, "more importantly you're my Olivia, the one person in two worlds that I belong with...the woman I love." Peter smiled and moved to sit beside her against the wall. "I'm not going anywhere Olivia, not now...especially not now and it isn't pity."

"I slept with him, four times...pretending to be her...to love him when all I wanted was you." She began to cry and wiped her tears away even as more came. "I didn't want this...none of it but I'm stuck with it for the next eight months." She looked at him, "how can you not hate me or want nothing to do with me?"

Peter turned to her and cupped her cheek, "because when you love someone, you don't hate them...you accept them as they are. I heard a quote once and to this day I've yet to figure out who said it but I swear they got it right. It says 'What is love? Love is when one person knows all of your secrets... your deepest, darkest, most dreadful secrets of which no one else in the world knows... and yet in the end, that one person does not think any less of you; even if the rest of the world does.' and that is true for both of us.

"You could tell me you killed a person and I'd still love you, because unlike everyone else...you see me for who I am, no bullshit or kissing ass...you tell it how its going to be whether I like it or not." He leaned his head against hers. "So like it or not, you're stuck with me."

He heard a snort and pulled back to see Olivia rolling her eyes, "oh that says how far I've fallen in the world if I'm stuck with an ex-con who happens to be from another universe."

"And I'm in love with a deadly, hormonal FBI agent who shoots like she's Annie Oakley and can take down men three times her size. Quite a pair huh?"

Olivia laughed and Peter smiled, he'd managed to get her to laugh and it had been his goal to make sure she quit crying. Standing up, he bent down and picked her up. "Put me down, I swear I'll vomit on you."

"You're playing sick today, I'll call Broyles and let him know you're feeling sick." He laid her on the bed and smiled, "after all, wouldn't want you throwing up at a crime scene and after I get done with that we're heading to New York...I'm going to have Massive Dyanmic's Head Physician start looking over your pregnancy."

Olivia sat up against the headboard, "I plan on giving the baby up."

Peter sat on the edge of the bed, "you can't, not yet...I was reading over Walter and Bell's research and found some things that could...well let's just say that your abilities could be passed on genetically as well as the Cortexiphan."

Olivia stared at him, "you mean the baby has Cortexiphan?"

"That's why I want Dr. Moore to look over your pregnancy, to look over the baby to see if is affected by Cortexiphan. How many weeks are you?"

She thought about it and counted back, she'd been back two weeks and two weeks before that was when she'd had sex with Lincoln for the last time. "Six weeks maybe, give or take."

Peter leaned over and kissed her head, rubbing her cheek. "I love you, I'll be right back."

He took out his phone as he left the bedroom to make Olivia breakfast in bed, she needed rest and some time without stress and especially not wild emotions that could knock her controlled abilities out of control again.

"Broyles, its Peter Bishop...Olivia's sick, flu I think. No I wanted to let you know since her sister got hysterical and called me over." Peter chuckled, "yeah Rachel's the opposite of her sister, anyways I'll be making sure she gets some rest...no I'm taking her to Massive Dynamic to get checked over, see if they have anything for the flu. Alright, I will."

He hung up and proceeded to make Olivia eggs, she liked hers pouched despite the fact her alternate ate hers scrambled...that had confused him for a bit but ignored it with everything else.

After making her toast and eggs as well as making a cocktail for morning sickness he'd found on his travels overseas, Peter took the plate and cup and found Olivia on her computer typing away.

"Here." He laid the plate on the bed and placed the cup on the nightstand. He quickly hit the save key and collected her laptop from her. "Eat and drink that, it's going to taste really sweet and smell horrible but its a morning sickness remedy I learned about overseas...let's just say the women that created it could make a fortune."

She took the cup and drank it, she found it was sweet and tasted like peppermint, she ignored the smell even though she had to admit it was worse then the flatworms she had drank a year before. Afterwards she held the cup out and shook her head.

"I'd prefer flatworms or Red Russian to that." She shook her head as Peter took the cup, "I hope it works because if not, its torture."

Peter chuckled and leaned down, kissing her head. "Trust me, you'll be able to eat now."

And she was able to eat, Olivia found she could keep the eggs and toast down and even eat without gagging. She rarely ate in the morning as it usually came with morning sickness but by afternoon she was fine but the morning sickness came again in the evening right before bed.

"What did Broyles say?" She looked at Peter as he stood packing a bag for her, she watched as he packed a book and her laptop as well as flipping through her medical records from a year before, he placed them in the bag as well. She watched as he placed her gun, badge and phone in the bag before zipping it.

"He said and I quote 'tell her its an order to get some rest' and so I told him I would." Peter moved to her closet and pulled out yoga pants and a top as well as a jacket. "Wear this so you're comfortable and don't worry, one hint of a needle and we're gone."

Olivia chuckled, Peter had gone from distant to protective in under a day, he was being a bit controlling but Peter was never controlling so it was a nice change. "I'm not china."

Peter shook his head, "I never said you were or even implied that." She looked at him, "I'm just worried, we don't know how this will affect you and since Walter is out of the loop...I'm the next best thing."

That made her laugh, Peter saying he was the next best thing to Walter. She never thought of him as the next best thing, he was the best and the only one she wanted. His acceptance of her betrayal surprised her and she expected a honeymoon stage before the anger set in...how long that would be was a mystery.

"I'm pregnant, its not as if its the savior of our worlds." She sighed, "what I can't figure out is why your father never acknowledged I was pregnant or even stopped to wait till the baby was born to kill me. I mean, even though the tests I took say negative, I know I'm pregnant."

"We'll figure it out." Peter smiled, "I promise you Olivia...we'll figure it out."

A/N: Next Olivia is pregnant but not pregnant...confused, you'll see soon enough what I mean!