Okay, so I'm jumping forward a few months because I honestly couldn't think of anything for the months in between. For peace of mind, nothing major has happened in between.

Also, as I've said before, I'm Australian, so I'm not sure what Summer is like for America, this is just how summer is for us (hot, sticky, and uncomfortable).

I got the 'baby kicking/rejection' idea while I was watching a Friends episode from Season 8 (Rachel's baby and Chandler moment). Not sure what episode, but if you've seen the series, you'll probably know it.

PREVIOUSLY

Olivia clicked her fingers, a small bright yellow and orange flame flicked just above her finger tips. Olivia waved her free hand through it, it didn't burn her, she felt no pain.

She could control it. Maybe there was hope.

May

June

July 2012

Peter had worked out the due date to be 26th August, leaving Olivia with only 4 weeks left. She had become quite grumpy, hardly being able to move, needing the go to the toilet every hour, like clockwork. Ella had written her Aunt Liv a book she could read to the baby once it was born. Olivia had been worried at first, as Ella had drawn the creatures killing everyone but Uncle Peter and Aunt Liv had fought them off, saving the world.

Broyles had practically ordered Olivia (because she refused when asked to) to refrain from any dangerous activities, guns and had banned Walter from any of his potions and possibly lethal cocktails.

Olivia sat curled up against the wall. She rubbed her hand against her huge belly as the baby moved around. No matter how many times Olivia tried to sleep, the baby would kick her awake again. She had found the most comfortable position to be legs crossed against the hard, cold walls of the lab.

As the days grew longer, and the air becoming hot and sticky, humid, Olivia found it harder to get comfortable.

Astrid had found shorts, huge shorts, which fitted over her waist with no strain or pain. Olivia, being Olivia, had made a face at the large dress Astrid had found, opting for the shorts and shirt instead. Astrid took the dress. By the end of most days, the lab was sticky, everyone was sweaty and uncomfortable. What was remained in the water tanks was saved for drinking. Showers only occurred when one of the guys would return with large quantities of water that could replace whatever they used to shower with.

When night fell, everyone relished in the cold, crisp air. Ella had become more 'active' around the lab. Helping Walter with his Ultrasound device on Olivia and even going out with Peter during the day. Olivia only allowed her to go when it was midday, making sure that she had a torch with her as a 'just in case'.

The lab became dark again and Olivia had the pleasure of lighting the fire in the several barrels used around the lab for warmth and light. She would often just sit in a corner and playing with the fire she'd create. She'd learnt to create balls, and having mastered rolling it around, throwing it in the air and catching it. It was entertaining not only for Olivia, but for the others to watch.

Sometimes, Olivia could swear the baby knew when she lit fire in her hands. It wasn't pain, but it just knew. The baby would toss and turn in her stomach, and when she let the flame die, the moving would stop. Neither Olivia, nor Peter could figure out whether the baby was in distress over the fire or excited.

John sat guard this cold night. Ella and Astrid asleep in the office. (Ella had gotten use to sleeping without Olivia nearby, with Olivia's frequent bathroom trips and her new found ability; it was safer, not to mention quieter, for Olivia to sleep away from her)

Charlie and Broyles were slumped against the walls on opposite sides of the lab doors (as usual – they reckoned if they sat there, one of them would hear the creatures in the hall if it came to that).

In the corner, on the tattered mattress, Peter was spooning Olivia. His hand was under her shirt. John could see his fingers softly stroking Olivia's stomach as they slept.

John wasn't sure it Olivia knew it, but her left hand was outstretched away from her and Peter's bodies, her fingers silently clicking. 'Click', flame, 'Click', no flame, 'Click', flame... She had been doing that since Broyles had swapped shifts with John, around midnight. John wondered if it was habit now, the finger clicking.

She'd been doing it everyone other day. John could see it in her eyes, the flame produced was mesmerising, moving through the air, rolling, flames of all sorts of colours, reds, yellows, oranges. Sometimes, when Olivia was extremely happy, the flame would turn a hot blue. Looking over at the remains of the wooden desk, John couldn't help but smile. She'd been sitting on the desk, now burnt wood and ash, watching Charlie as he had his ear against her belly, talking to the baby.

He was asking the most random things, favourite colours, foods, yes and no questions. Every time the baby would kick on the answer it liked (or what they thought was the answer they liked – the kick could mean dislike, who knew?) When he asked the baby who its favourite person was, Uncle Charlie or Aunt Astrid, the baby kicked really hard on 'Astrid', knocking Charlie back in shock. They were all in hysterics; even Broyles couldn't contain his laughter. Who wouldn't be laughing, Charlie had been rejected by an unborn baby.

The desk had caught alight in seconds, reduced to ash in mere minutes.

If Olivia could burn a desk because of laughter, Walter had obsessed for days over what would happen when Olivia was angry. Astrid had asked if she could cause something to explode. They moved everything flammable and anything that could go 'ka-BOOM' away from Olivia's sleeping area, as a precaution.

Peter knew, that just by denying Walter the idea of experimenting with Olivia's ability and her emotions, Walter would be more determined to do it.

Olivia had agreed to let Walter put her in the tank, run a few exams, check to see everything was alright between her and the baby, how her ability was developing. The amount of information Walter collected from just an hour in the tank was enough to keep him entertained for the coming days, Peter anticipated at least 3 days.

Walter began testing Olivia's 'fire' power. What she could burn, how hot she could create it, how well her control over it was. (Yes, Walter got his way.) Soon Walter wanted to test her on a creature. He reluctantly agreed on a deceased creature.

They hadn't seen or heard the creatures in a very long time. This meant Broyles, John, Charlie and Peter had to go outside and hunt one down.

NEXT: How they get a creature and Peter gets to meet their child, before it's born.

A/N: I literally had to force myself not to right dialogue. I have a disease, dialog-itis (as I like to call it). I tend to write dialogue heavy chapters without descriptive paragraphs.