He's still sleeping."

Olivia pauses in drying her hair, turning towards the door. She smiles as Peter pushes it shut with a soft click, his lips curling in a soft smile, before crossing the room towards her. His feet are silent as they pad across the hardwood and she feels the mattress dip behind her as he settles on the bed.

"He typically sleeps the entire night now."

He looks sheepishly at her once before reaching a hand out for the towel. Passing it over, she shifts closer as he reaches up and gently starts rubbing the terry cloth over her damp hair. It's still early; just going on nine; but Olivia has been keeping long hours.

They're quiet as he finishes drying her hair, both enjoying the ordinariness of the moment.

As he finishes, he moves to drop the towel to the floor and Olivia scooches closer, settling against his bare chest when he leans against the headboard. He's dressed in a loose pair of gray sleep pants and loving how Olivia looks clad only in its matching shirt.

Fingers tracing his chest, Olivia relishes the warmth and solidness of him really being here with them.

"I didn't come into the bath expecting that." His voice is soft as his hand moves slowly up and down her back.

"I know you didn't." She pauses, turning her face to his. "Peter, You may not have planned it but I did."

Her face is red as he looks down at her but her eyes are clear and twinkling with happiness.

He smiles, leaning down to kiss her soundly. Downstairs the clock chimes and Peter lifts his head to glance at the clock.

"We should get to sleep if you're planning on dragging taking me to the market in town tomorrow morning."

"You'll enjoy it." she says, smiling as she pushes herself away from him to stand.

"I'm sure I'll love walking a mile to town in the summer heat." Standing, Peter watches as she moves around the bed to pull down the duvet.

They both slide between the sheets. Settling on her side, Olivia smiles as Peter turns towards her, his hand sliding under the pillow as he looks at her.

"It's not too bad at 9. We'll be home before the worst of it sets in." Shifting closer, she slides her hand under the pillow to grip his.

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