No need to panic everyone. This story lives! I had a writer's block snag for a second there but I should be in a controlled environment for the next few days allowing me to concentrate more on this story. So let's commence.

And as a reminder, time in this story is speeding up now. Writing a preggers fic is hard because I cant think of that much story to write that's set in a 9 month period without dragging things along...

Besides, the big stuff in this story is yet to come.


Chicago

After months in physical therapy her leg was healed, but thanks to the baby adding extra weight, it was still hard for Olivia to walk around. She was stuck in the house all day with the little bugger expected to pop out anytime. But her concern was still the impending attack. The blimps she saw in the other world were a sign. They were running out of time and Olivia couldn't do anything to make the baby come out faster. She knew he had to come out on his own terms.

Day after day, it seemed as though Olivia had developed an uncanny ability to read her baby's mind and vice versa. Every kick now had a meaning and every position the baby turned to rest himself in was significant and Olivia was catching on quickly. It was their own special form of communicating with one another.

Thankfully, there were no more unexpected trips to the other side but the mere thought of it, even in her dreams, would cause Olivia to suddenly wake up to rapid kicking in her womb but this was the only motion whose meaning she could not interpret.

On one particular afternoon as she was reading, Olivia had that gut feeling, a really big gut feeling. She closed her eyes and soon she and the baby were communicating, through a silent series of pulses.

"Are you sure?"

Olivia felt two strong pulses.

"Rachel!"

Rachel ran into the room. "Oh my god! Liv, is it time?"

"I don't know. It could be. I just know that I need to get to the hospital now."

"Hold it, Liv. I don't want to get caught in rush hour traffic over a false alarm."

"Please," Olivia begged. "Just do it."

And just as Rachel feared they got caught in traffic but Olivia was doing surprisingly well. There were no contractions of any sort but Olivia demanded they still go to the hospital anyway. The baby wanted it so.

Finally they arrived in the E.R. Rachel went to check her in. "My sister is um…"

There was a sudden scream and Rachel turned around to see Olivia kneeling. At that very moment…her water broke.

"…in labor."

F.B.I. Headquarters, Boston

Broyles had summoned Astrid, Walter, and Peter to the F.B.I. Building and he sounded very nervous. "I received a call from Massive Dynamic, they're picking up pulses of an unknown origin all over the Boston area."

"Does that mean…?"

"I'm afraid so Agent Farnsworth. It means an attack on our world is imminent."

"Oh my," said Walter. "If only Agent Dunham were here." At that moment, he saw Peter walk away. "Where are you going, son?"

But Peter ignored him. Instead he needed to find a way to communicate with Olivia, at least to warn her, of the attack. He knew Broyles wouldn't tell him a thing regarding her current location, but perhaps if he were to go snooping around her desk…

He casually strolled over to her desk, which was empty except for a stack of mail and other papers in her incoming tray. But something was sticking out in the stack of papers that caught his eye. He pulled out a pink slip. It looked like an invoice but what got his attention was the Massive Dynamic logo in the corner.

Peter looked it over and just had a heart attack. In seconds, he stormed into Broyles office but stop dead when he heard some of the conversation.

"It should've worked," said Astrid. "Olivia's supposed to have the baby any day now. It should've prevented any invasion."

"I'm trying to get in contact with her to get her status," said Broyles. "We'll just have to inquire with Dr. Bishop about how long it will take for any result to come out of Agent Dunham having this child."

The door kicked open and an angry Peter stepped in. "So it's true…," he growled. "Olivia is having a baby? My baby? AND NONE OF YOU BOTHERED TO TELL ME?"

Broyles kept his calm about the matter, but Astrid was shaking. "Peter, it was Agent Dunham who strongly requested that you were to know nothing about this."

"I don't believe this!" Peter pulled out the pink invoice sheet as a clueless and naïve Walter came in. "Such noise. Are they invading already?"

Peter waved the pink sheet in Walter's face. "Look at this Walter! This is an invoice saying that Olivia went to Massive Dynamic nine months ago for an insemination. And that's my name under 'Donor'! For the love of god, you better not tell me you had any part in this!"

Walter's eyes lit up. "So…," he said. "The merger was a success?"

"Yes it was," said Broyles.

"That's wonderful. We should contact Agent Dunham and…"

"Shut up!" Peter yelled. "I can't believe you would all betray me like this! I can't believe Olivia would…"

Peter didn't know what else to do. He was going to lose it and hurt someone in the office so he quickly stormed out. In the hallway was a table and without pause, Peter flipped the thing over angrily.

Walter, Astrid, and Broyles quietly remained in the office listening to the commotion outside triggered by Peter's rage.

...

Chicago

Olivia seemed to be screaming her head off the whole trip to the delivery room. Rachel was in scrubs and in the room for support. "Liv, I'm surprised at you," she teased. "A tough military brat like you screaming over labor pains? And you complained I was screaming like a banshee when I was having Ella."

Olivia tried to laugh in the middle of the pain. "Rachel you were screaming like a banshee!" The contractions were getting rough and Olivia's vision was starting to blur but the doctors didn't seem to pay attention.

"No, not now!"

"It has to happen now."

"That's not what I meant!" Olivia was starting to panic. She couldn't let herself disappear from everyone in the middle of delivery. "Rachel, you…don't have to be here."

"Yes I do, Liv. The day I had Ella, you were there for me. Greg wasn't. At least let me return the favor."

Olivia gave a whimpered "Thank you." But the baby's unusual movements continued. She had to plea with the baby not to make another trip. "Why are you doing this?" she asked out loud. No one heard her. She blinked, once or twice. She wasn't gone…not yet but she could see the hospital room getting blurry. Within the blur the hospital room looked different. There was no one present but a woman who was cleaning the room and watching the TV. On the TV was the face of someone Olivia did not expect…the Secretary.

And under his face was a news bulletin: United States Fringe Division Take-Off Now in Progress in Boston.

Olivia blinked and then was surrounded by doctors again. All around her, everyone acted as if nothing happened. And Olivia to her surprise felt no pain, only numbness. A sound had been buzzing in her ear the whole time and it didn't become clear to her until now…

…it was a baby's cry.

"Congratulations, Miss Dunham," said the doctor. "You have a healthy baby boy."