The next day Olivia anxiously arrived at the lab, both dreading and eager to find out more about the baby she was carrying. It seemed Peter was just as anxious because he had already set up the chair and machine in anticipation for her arrival and was sitting at his lab table trying to look busy, but even Olivia saw through that façade.

"Hey," she said as she got closer to him.

He startled and looked up at her. "Hey!"

"You must've had something pretty important on your mind to not hear me coming," Olivia smiled nervously.

"Yeah, I guess so," Peter said distractedly. "So are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," Olivia said, forcing a smile.

Peter smiled at her in attempt to reassure her and took her hand to lightly tug her toward the station they'd be doing the ultrasound at. Olivia followed willingly, hoping he'd never pull his hand away from hers since it sent her emotions into the sky. When they got to the chair he helped her into the seat, his hands brushing up against her innocently but making her blush all the same.

"Alright, shirt up," Peter said, looking away toward the machine to flip switches and get the settings ready while Olivia lifted her shirt up until it rested just under her chest.

"I think I'm experiencing dejavu," Olivia laughed nervously.

"You're a bit a fatter now though," Peter joked as he put the gel on her stomach, curbing the urge to touch her bare stomach.

"Hey!" Olivia whined playfully.

"Well it's a good thing because you're a little behind on size, but we'll let the baby be the judge of that," Peter smiled.

Placing the wand on her stomach he moved it around to gain a larger picture of how the baby was situated. After a few minutes he stopped and showed Olivia the picture of the entire baby, curled up with its hand pressed against its face.

"It's so beautiful…" Olivia said in awe, a small smile on her lips.

"She is," Peter smiled, unable to take his eyes off his partner.

"She?" Olivia asked, her voice growing thick with emotion.

"Yeah, she," Peter affirmed his smile growing wider and wider.

Olivia blinked back the tears that threatened to reveal just how affected she was by this news, but it didn't work as well as she had expected and one slipped over the edge.

"Hey, hey… it's okay, sweetheart," Peter brought his other hand over held hers. "It's going to be okay."

"I – I know," Olivia said, her voice cracking. "I know I didn't want this baby before, but now… now I really do, I mean she's just so beautiful and how can something that looks like her be bad?"

"She can't and especially since she's half you," Peter gave her hand a gentle squeeze and then kissed her knuckles. "She's already won me over and she hasn't even been born yet."

Olivia smiled brightly and Peter had to work harder than ever to not kiss her right then and there.

"Everything looks perfect though," he said, clearing his throat and pulling back a little to look at the screen again. "She is a very healthy baby, though she looks a little small. You've been taking the vitamins?"

Olivia nodded 'yes'.

"And eating three plus meals a day?" He asked again.

"As much as I can," Olivia answered.

"Well, eat more. Gain at least five pounds this month, okay?" Peter said with a stern look on his face.

"Yes, Dr. Bishop," Olivia teased.

Peter rolled his eyes and handed her a towel to clean up with while he took down the equipment.

"So Rachel and Ella are coming tonight," Olivia said while she cleaned up. "And I'm going to tell her tonight."

"If she doesn't guess just by looking at you," Peter laughed. "You are actually looking pregnant now."

Olivia stuck her tongue out at him and he laughed. "You know this baby hasn't stopped kicking for more than five minutes since last night. I think you got her all riled up."

"I have that affect on women; it's perfectly normal," Peter gave her a playful wink and grin that made her blush while she gently shoved him away so she could get up.

"I'm sure…" Olivia chuckled, tugging the hem of her shirt back down to cover her swelling stomach.

"You hungry?" Peter asked but before she could answer he continued. "What am I talking about? Of course you're hungry. I declare it lunch time!"

"Did I hear someone say lunch time?" Walter's head poked from around the corner.

"Yes Walter," Peter said with a laugh.

"Oh goodie! Can we stop by that steak sandwich place?" Walter nearly bounced in place.

Peter cringed and gave Olivia a side glance. "Walter, you know – "

"Actually steak sounds great," Olivia's eyes lit up with excitement.

"Okay Walter, it's your lucky day," Peter said, rolling his eyes.

OPOPOPOP

Olivia had just finished tidying up her place and unpacking the last of the boxes when her doorbell rang. Butterflies erupted in her stomach and the baby gave another swift kick to her bladder as she approached the door. She knew her sister loved her and that she would help any way she could just like Olivia had done when Ella was born, but she was still nervous. Up until now it had just been the bare minimum people who knew. Sighing she opened the door.

"Hey Rach – "

Olivia felt a fist collide with the side of her head and she stumbled back, letting four masked men into her apartment. Shit. Grabbing her cell phone she ran for her bedroom which looked to be the only available path while pressing and holding Peter's number. The men ran after her as she stumbled into her room but she hadn't been quick enough to shut the door on them as they barged in. Dropping her phone she dodged their attempts to catch her, knowing it was only a matter of time before they caught her. Four against one and her adamant to protect her baby did not give her good odds, but she wouldn't go without a fight. She managed to deck a couple of them and kick one in the stomach before the fourth one caught her from behind and wrapped his arms around her chest.

"PETER!" She called with a gasping breath. He needed to know what was happening. He needed to help her. "THEY'RE HERE, PETER! THEY'RE HERE!"

That's when she felt the small prick of a needle going into her neck and then everything began to fade as she struggled to stay conscious. Her last thought before she passed out was of her baby and she sent a silent prayer that she would be okay.

A/N: Not as long as the chapters before this, but the ending fit. Sorry for the cliffy – well not really, mwhahaha!