Home for the Fight

Spoilers: Season 1, Season 2, Season 3(Olivia, The Box, The Plateau, Do Shapeshifters Dream of Electric Sheep, Amber 31422, 6955 kHz, The Abducted).

Disclaimer: If I owned Fringe...Olivia would be on the right side and with Peter.

B/N: I'm posting all four remaining chapters, so that I can post after the next episode...tomorrow yeah!

An hour later, Olivia laid waiting as Peter sat beside her holding her hand. Everything she had done was coming back to her now, all the drinking, not eating right, not sleeping…her stressful work.

"Peter…" she looked at him, "what if…what did I do to him?"

Peter stood and wrapped his arms around her, "shh…whatever happens, whatever is wrong with him…we'll handle it. We already take care of Walter, anything else will be a breeze."

"But I drank, you know how much I drank…"

Mulara came in with the baby and smiled, "I'm happy to say nothing is wrong with him, after having explained everything you would expect him to have some type of issue or defect but he's perfect. No neurological damage or illnesses, perfect…the only thing I can think of is that his Cortexiphan levels prevented anything. I also believe that's why we never saw him, because he was shielding himself."

Mommy no danger!

Olivia and Peter looked at each other, they both heard the harmonious child-like voice that was their son…his telepathy was already there.

I protect Mommy from danger, from evil man and evil mommy.

Olivia held out her arms and Mulara gave her the baby, "Mommy can protect you now, no more protecting Mommy." She pointed to Peter, "this is…"

Daddy! I love Daddy!

Peter chuckled and leaned down, kissing his son's head. "I love you too."

"He's about two weeks early but very healthy, I'm wondering however what made you go into labor. Did you do anything straining or dangerous last night?"

"No, we just went for a drink and then went home."

Mulara nodded, "I understand, sex can cause labor in the later weeks of pregnancy. I have to say this is my first baby delivered to a mother who never looked pregnant and with your small frame you would have expected a belly but nothing…no outward signs."

"I think we know why," Olivia looked at the baby, "you did that didn't you?"

Protect Mommy!

Mulara left and Peter settled down on the bed beside Olivia, she handed their son to him. "He has the normal baby blues but I hope he has your eyes," Peter smiled, "big green eyes…he may not have been what I dreamed of but he's everything I want."

Olivia smiled and took her son's tiny hand, "I want to name him after Charlie."

"Charlie Dunham," Peter chuckled, "or Charles Dunham…which one?"

"And also after his father, Charlie Peter Bishop…two men who changed my life."

Peter shook his head, "not going to happen, he has your looks and your stubbornness…he's defiantly a Dunham so he has to have the Dunham name. How about Dunham Charlie Bishop, we can just call him Charlie."

Olivia looked at the now sleeping baby, she had to admit he just didn't look like a Charlie but his nose…that she recognized as her own father's so by looks he defiantly looked like a Dunham.

"Dunham Charlie Bishop." Olivia smiled, "welcome to this universe Dunham."

Peter kissed Olivia's head and smiled, "I better go call everyone, you spend time with him." He handed Dunham to his mother and the baby cuddled into Olivia as if knowing it was his mother who held him…and he probably did.

A/N: In the end...biology really doesn't matter...Peter loves his son.