Adjusting

Spoilers: All Seasons

Disclaimer: I only own a few of the Cortexiphan kids and Callie in this fic...nothing else unfortunately. JJ Abrams owns the rest.

The sound of laughter rang in the Bishop Residence and Olivia looked up from her position at the stove to see Rachel entering the kitchen with an empty plate that had been full of cookies two hours before.

"They ate them that fast?"

"Apparently your mother-in-law's recipe is grander than Peter makes it out to be…they were demolished within ten minutes…I'm just now bringing the plate in."

Ella entered the kitchen, "Aunt Liv, I can't find the step stool to get the ornaments on the top of the tree."

"It's in the basement by the washer."

"Okay thanks."

Rachel chuckled as Ella ran out of the kitchen, "this house is noisy, you'd think Walter was here."

Olivia nodded, "just don't tell Peter…he's still grieving despite the face he puts on."

"It's been seven years Liv, how long is he going to grieve?"

"I don't know, forever maybe…I'm still grieving in a small way." She smiled, "doesn't matter now, what matters is making sure that the younger kids don't rip into the presents before tomorrow morning."

Rachel chuckled, "I'd be more worried about Ella and Callie…they are teenager and preteen, sneakier too. With all they've been around Peter, he's bound to have taught them something."

"Did I hear my name?" Peter entered the kitchen and smiled, kissing his wife. "Hi beautiful," he bent down and kissed her ever growing belly. "Hi there Littlest Bishop."

"You know, with the way you two go at it…I'm not surprise you have four and a half on top of Callie, six kids in seven years…you two are like rabbits."

Peter chuckled and Olivia slapped his chest, "don't encourage his ego…it's big enough with the fact that all the men at the FBI are congratulating him on still being able to get me pregnant when I'm forty…and the fact that we have had five kids in seven years. I seem to remember they put it as 'Damn Bishop, where'd you find Dunham because the way you get it…does she have a sister?' and of course he jokes and says the men are too ugly for his sister-in-law."

"Hey I did not say that…I said…"

"I should get you a shovel," Rachel looked at him, "so you can dig your own grave because you're heading there already."

Peter looked at Rachel, "you love me too much to let her kill me."

"You won't be saying that in three months, you always complain that Liv kicks you out of the delivery room after threatening castration and shooting you. You then turn around and get her pregnant again…you bring this on yourself."

"Maybe the sex is just that good." He groaned as Olivia smacked him upside the head. "Understood."

Rachel chuckled, "she has you trained like a puppy on a leash."

"Mom, Dad…" Callie came in the room, her voice was always hoarse and ragged but the surgery at age nine had done wonders so she could talk. "Olive, James and Lizzie are by the Christmas tree, I can't get them away from it."

Peter chuckled, "come help me get the monsters away before they ruin Christmas for everyone."

The monsters being six year old Olive, five year old James and three year old Elizabeth…Olive always lead the assault and both James and Lizzie looked up to her so they did what she did. Olivia called it her own personal army but Peter called it their little tribe of Bishops…making her laugh.

The sound of the phone meant Christmas was coming to a halt, a case was going to bother their holiday. Olivia picked up the phone, "Bishop?"

"Get to New York, Liberty Island…something opened the Bridge again…they are waiting." Broyles' voice was hard and clearly he was being serious.

Olivia put the phone down and sighed, Peter entered the kitchen to see her shoulders slumped forward and a look of defeat. "Liv, sweetheart what is it?"

"The Bridge opened, something or someone opened it." She looked at him, "Broyles has ordered us to go…they are there and by they we clearly know who."

Peter nodded, looking at Rachel. "Watch the kids…don't let them leave the house."

"What's going on?"

"Something that can't wait, we have to go to New York."

Olivia went upstairs and looked in her closet, pulling out a white maternity shirt, maternity slacks and began placing her hair in a ponytail. Peter found her pulling her blazer on, he hadn't seen the look she was sporting in seven years and something told him while he loved her, he didn't like it. It said she was back to the Olivia Dunham who was closed off to the world, the soldier and guardian.

"There's something I never told you because I didn't want you to worry…something I know because of the timeline." He looked at her and she waited, Peter began to speak. He opened his mouth and closed it before starting again. "She was pregnant when she returned, I have a son on the other side…his name is Henry and he'd be seven now."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"He was gone, over there and I'd never see him…I saw no reason to bring it up. We had Callie and than Olive, James, Lizzie and the twins…he'd never really be my son. I have two sons, James and this little boy you're carrying…Henry isn't."

"So you think she'll throw it up to you?"

"Or Walternate…I don't understand why the bridge is there unless he found some way to reverse what he and Walter did. I didn't look at the solutions, if he manipulated it into opening years later than he planned this. All I know is that we have to close it again…forever." He stood and walked to her, "whatever happens Olivia…this is home, with you and our children."

"I know." She smiled and looked at him, "I love you."

A/N: I have a sequel to this but it's not what you'd expect...let me know if you want me to post it.