Finding My Way Home

Spoilers: Season 1, Season 2, Season 3 (Mainly 3x09 Marionette).

Disclaimer: I do not own Fringe or its characters...enough said!


Olivia woke to a cold bed, she turned over to find Peter gone from bed. He rarely was up before her...at least he hadn't been before the last two months. She got up and used the restroom before heading downstairs to find laughter emanating from the kitchen.

"Okay now roll...Ella don't forget to add the cheese for the omelet."

"I won't Uncle Peter." Olivia entered the kitchen to see Ella at the stove and Peter helping a little angel who was covered in flour make a pie. "Hi Aunt Liv."

"Mommy!" Said Little Angel made a run for her and she caught her.

Olivia looked down at flour covered child, "Lizzie I thought the dough was supposed to be covered in flour...not the four year old making it."

"I a ghost Mommy, BOO!"

Olivia smiled, "I'm scared, Peter there's a ghost in the house...I think we better call Broyles."


Lizzie giggled and ran back to Peter, who chuckled and walked over to Olivia. "I decided to let you sleep. Breakfast is being made by Cook Ella while Walter and Rachel entertain the two youngest, well not youngest." He placed his hands on her six month belly, "and how is my baby girl today?"

He received a kick and Olivia chuckled, "I think she's saying 'leave me alone daddy' so I would leave her alone. How did we end up with four kids in six years?"

Peter chuckled and kissed her, "you know the answer...you're insatiable."


"Gross, don't talk about sex in the kitchen!" Ella turned to them, the fourteen year old was looking at them with a look of horror. "Honestly, I hear enough about it at school...a private school at that so I don't want to hear my aunt and uncle talking about it...I get images I don't want."

They were about to reply when Lizzie asked the most dreaded question ever. "What is sex?"

"Someone is talking about sex?" Rachel came in the kitchen, "who and what did I miss?"

Ella pointed to Olivia and Peter, "they are."

"Ella, honey we both know that sex is nothing new between them...honestly, how else do you explain four kids in six years of marriage?"

"What is wrong with you people?" Ella looked at them, "I'm going back to bed and maybe when I wake up this will all have been a dream."


She put the last omelet on a plate and left the kitchen, Walter came in the kitchen. "Is breakfast ready so we can eat before presents."

"I'm too sick to eat." Ella yelled from the stairs, it left the entire kitchen laughing. However, Lizzie would not be ignored.

"Mommy, what is sex?"


Everyone looked at the young girl, trying to figure out what to say. "You know what, we're changing it up this year." Peter looked at them, "presents first."

"PRESENTS!" Lizzie ran from the kitchen and was followed by Walter, Rachel looked at her brother-in-law.

"Good save, now you have to deal with it next year." She left and Olivia shook her head at her husband.

"Never did I think that seven years ago when we had Christmas and made up that I would wake up one Christmas and be asked by my four year old what sex is. For that I leave that answer up to you."

She left and Peter looked at the ceiling, thankful for everything despite his current issue. He never believed seven years and six weeks before that he'd be waking up to Christmas after Christmas with Olivia and three beautiful daughters...soon to be four.


A/N: And now I'm done!