Despite all of Peter's experience and skills, delivering babies was one he regretted never developing. Until Olivia was fully dilated there was nothing he could do but watch as she lied down, moaning in terrible pain, pain she tried so hard to keep in. The time had gone so quick, there was little he could've done to prepare for it anyway. It was a miracle the house was finished in time.
"Peter..."
"Hey, how far are you?"
"I'm not sure," Olivia said between breaths. "The pain...it isn't normal. I think something's wrong."
Peter squeezed Olivia's hand. There was nothing he could really do otherwise since neither of them were sure what the problem was. All they could do was wait it out.` "Olivia, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about. I thought we would have more time, but now I don't even know if you're..."
"Peter...don't worry about me. Whatever you need to tell me..."
"But you..."
"I know, and I'm scared. I need something to take my mind off of this, please."
Peter didn't think Olivia was ready for this. But it had been held off for so long that if he didn't tell her now, it would only get worst. "When you were kidnapped by Jones, the Observer came to the lab. He was wounded. We thought he was going to die. So I had Walter hook me up to connect with him so I could find out where you were. I was actually in his mind, in his world. He said he was one of many possibilities for the future and he was looking back on things when everything went wrong. It led to something that wasn't supposed to happen..."
"You...being here with me?"
"Something more than that."
Olivia was confused. "What more?"
He couldn't even look at her. "Olivia, I have a son. I had a son...with her..."
Soon it all became clear, the time, the place, and the person. "Her? In the other timeline?"
"I never knew. I never knew until the Observer told me. I never meant for things to turn out the way it did. I was only trying to fix everything. I didn't even know about him, when I got erased. That's why I doubted for a while. He told me, that I could fix everything by finding you again. I knew I had to get it right this time. I already lost my son."
Through his tears, Peter couldn't see the hand that was reaching out to him. "What's his name?"
"What?"
"Your son. What was his name?"
Peter wiped the tears from his eyes. "Henry. His name is Henry. Strange name she gave him, isn't it?"
Olivia smirked. "No, it's not strange at all." Before Peter could ask how she was feeling about all that he had confessed, Olivia gasped from the terrible pain. The baby wasn't moving but the pain was getting worst. "Oh god, this is bad."
They heard a strange noise coming from outside, like something collapsed. And then they heard mumbled cursing. Peter hurried over to the door to find someone lying on the floor tangled in a mess of scrap wood.
"Walter!"
Walter looked disheveled and confused, having traveled on his own for God knows how many days. Peter pulled him up. "Am I glad to see you. Olivia's going into labor now."
"Now you say?" Walter stumbled over to Olivia. "Something's wrong," she said. "The baby's not moving but the pain..." She continued to moan as Walter tried to assess the situation. "It was the leeches wasn't it?"
"You know about them?" said Peter.
"Yes, spring leeches. They attach themselves to pregnant females and speeds the pregnacy. But I think the pace that these leeches work might cause some complications. I'm afraid the child didn't have a chance to turn."
Olivia moaned. "No..."
"Well what do we do?" said Peter. "Can't you do something to get the baby to turn?"
"At this point, I'm afraid not. The only way to get the child out will have to be a caesarean."
"What? Walter, you can't be serious."
Walter hurried through his bag of items. "Please tell me you have a surgical kit in there."
"I have a Swiss Army Knife. No means of sewing her up but that shouldn't be a problem. Olivia has high doses of Cortexiphan. Provided that I extract the child out in time, any damage I do should heal. Her uterus should be able to close up on its own."
"What? Walter, this is crazy. You cut Olivia open and she'll die!"
"And if we do nothing now, they both die! I need to sharpen my knife."
"Walter..."
"Peter, you might not have notice that we lack a hospital or any access to the medical necessities needed to assure this will work, but you must trust me on this. We have no other choice in the matter."
But then Peter realized he had been arguing over what to do infront of his father. He really needed to see what Olivia thought of this...the possibility of dieing just to give birth to her own child. Olivia in a terrible and sweaty state had been listening the whole time.
"Olivia, you don't have to do this."
"What choice do we have, Peter?" she said. "You want everything to do back to the way it was? You want to get our old world back? All of our friends? Astrid, Broyles, Nina? This is the only way. She has to make it."
Walter's hands were shaking "You...you trust me, Agent Dunham? You know you will be awake."
Olivia nodded. "Just do it." Walter ran out of the house and quickly came back with a bunch of twigs and bark. "You might want to bite down on these and suck on the sap. It should help with the pain." She took the wood reluctantly into her mouth knowing that the worst was coming. Peter got some hot water and some clean animal skin ready while Walter sharpened his knife.
"No need to be alarmed," he assured them.
Peter asked "how do you know where to cut?"
"Through prayer, Peter." He took a few deep breaths as Peter held Olivia's hand really tight. The first incision didn't hit Olivia until seconds in and the pain became unbearable. She was close to biting off the twigs inbetween her teeth. Peter couldn't look. "I'm there, Peter. I can see the child."
Tears were forming from Olivia's eyes. This was worst than she thought it would be.
"Peter, I need you."
Peter couldn't move as Olivia was reaching her breaking point. He caught a glimpse of the blood that was pouring out of her opened abdomen and quickly turned away from it. "Peter, now!"
It wasn't until he heard a sudden cry that he blindly let go of Olivia's hand. Walter had blood up to his elbows but in the midst of it all, there was the baby writhing and screaming in Walter's hands. "I need the umbilical cord cut, quickly now!"
Peter took the knife and cut the cord. He grabbed one of the animal skin and wrapped the child inside, while Walter hurried to clean the damage. Soon he was smiling. "Peter, the uterus. It's healing on its own." Peter took a small glance and sure enough, Olivia's opened skin was starting to close up and heal over as if the surgery never happened.
"Olivia?" Peter panicked when he saw that Olivia was now lying unconscious. "Walter, Olivia's..."
"She's not dead," Walter assured him. "She must've passed out from the pain."
From the rising and falling of her chest, the Bishop men could both see that Olivia was alright and just needed some time to recover. Hours later, Olivia opened her eyes and got to see her child for the first time. "The Observer was right," Olivia smiled. "It is a girl."
Walter and Peter hugged each other. "Thank you, dad."
"Peter..." Olivia pulled him closer to her. "I think we should name her Henrietta."
