Family Chaos

Spoilers: All Seasons of Fringe

Disclaimer: If I owned Fringe, Fauxlivia would not be pregnant.

Peter dealt with Walter and found that he had been talking about his TV show and wasn't in fact high, after saying goodnight to the man, Peter headed upstairs. The upstairs had become like a second house, he had designed it that way for privacy. He heard Olivia reading to Ella and moved to the bedroom doorway to find her curled up with Ella reading Where the Wild Things Are.

He smiled and moved to the master bedroom, he'd yet to use it since it had been finished and that hadn't been by choice. He'd been staying at Olivia's hotel to protect her and Ella. It made him feel a little better that he'd be spending his first night in the new room with the reason he had created it.

Getting dressed for bed, Peter went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He walked out of the bathroom to find Olivia getting dressed for bed as well, except her version of pajamas was not what he expected. She wore black yoga pants and his own MIT shirt…one that he thought had been thrown out with the rest of his clothes and that of those her alternate wore but the woman before him hadn't thrown it out.

"God you look sexy." He looked at her from the doorway, "defiantly suits you."

She looked down at the shirt, "some guy just left it at my apartment and it was really comfortable."

Peter chuckled and walked over to her, Olivia rested her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. Kissing her head, Peter held her close. "We're going to get through this baby, I promise. You, me, Ella and Walter will make a family out of this mess, we'll seal the universes in some way that lets both universes survive and continue on."

"I trust we will." She looked up at him and smiled, she moved from his arms and walked to Ella's room to check on her before walking back to their bedroom. Shutting the door, Olivia locked it and walked back over to him. "I think we have two weeks to make up for."

He shook his head and looked at her, "hmm…two weeks, are you sure?"

"Very sure Mr. Bishop, I should arrest you for negligence."

"Really?" She nodded and moved to him, looping her arms around his neck. "What type of punishment do I get for that or can we come to some type of arrangement Agent Dunham?"

"I think we can."

She undid her arms and took his hands, pulling him to the new bed. Peter let go of her hands and pulled back the duvet, leaving the gray sheets alone. He turned to Olivia and kissed her, gently picking her up bridal style and laid her on the bed.

Leaning over her, Peter smiled and kissed her; Olivia pulled him down and ran her hands through his hair and down his back. She pulled his shirt up and over his head, throwing it to the side. "Your turn Sweetheart, we're going to keep this even."

Peter pulled her shirt up, pausing only to let her unwrap her arms, afterwards he kissed her and smoothed her mused hair down. Olivia flipped them, thankful for the larger bed and sat up on him, she carefully and slowly removed her bra which elicited groans from Peter and she felt as he grew under her.

"God you're beautiful." He pulled her down and kissed her again, his hands travelled down her bare back and he flipped them, much to Olivia's displeasure. She let out a grunt and gave him a glare, Peter chuckled and kissed her for the billionth time, well aware her hands were already working on his sweats.

He helped her remove them, only surprised when she removed his boxers along with them. He kicked them to the side and began to work on her yoga pants, pulling them off slowly. He knew she was eager as she let out a groan and arched as his hands brushed against her center as he pulled off her panties.

Finally stripped, Peter looked at Olivia…her cloudy eyes full of lust and he dare internally say love. He leaned down and kissed her before trailing kisses down her neck and chest, stopping at her breasts to suck on each nipple separately. Sounds of intense pleasure came from Olivia and he reveled in it, having missed making her make those sounds.

Moving on, he kissed down her abdomen and let his tongue swirl around her belly button before moving lower, due to before when she hit him accidently, Peter held down her knees as he began exploring the most intimate place on her body. In his mind, that place was for him and him only in the future barring the birth of their children.

Olivia groaned as an orgasm rushed over her, one ended as another began…Peter knew what he was doing and he did it so well. She could defiantly say with certainty that sex before then was mild at best, Peter put new definition to the term 'mind blowing sex' and he topped her chart without issue.

She gasped when he slipped two fingers into her, arching up as he began pumping in and out of her quickly, hitting her at the right angle to make her fall over the edge over and over again. He leaned up and kissed her to suppress her screams as he had found out two weeks before that she screamed during sex.

"Peter," her voice was husky and heavy, she was panting from her recovery. "Please stop this torture."

"My pleasure Sweetheart." He kissed her and pulled his fingers out of her, leaning over her as he entered her slowly and she groaned, clinging to him as she wrapped her arms around his back and one leg around his. "Slow or not baby?"

"Don't care," she truthfully didn't and didn't have a clue to how he was still coherent and able to ask her questions.

Peter set the rhythm for slow, wanting to enjoy the slow passion of making love to her. Olivia clung to him and he kissed her, holding her close as he let himself show her how much he loved her. She was beautiful with her olive eyes and blond hair spread out…when her hair was down so were the bangs but they stayed to the sides most often and he loved at that look on her. Despite what she thought, he thought the bangs were adorable but only when they sat to the side, never covering her forehead. She had a softer look to her, a more vulnerable look that her alternate could never carry with them.

An orgasm rolled over her and he followed, holding her close to him as they both let their breathing return to normal. Peter looked down at her and found her smiling; she kissed him and gave a soft chuckle. "Better, much better."

Peter chuckled and kissed her cheek, "practice makes perfect."

He rolled over and brought her with him, Olivia snuggled into him. "We should get dressed; it's not just us like last time…we have Ella."

"Okay, give it a minute."

A/N: We jump ahead four months and have a father-daughter type moment between Peter and Ella.