Author's Note: Did I mention how great you guys? Oh and yea to daisy617! I'm very happy you took a chance on my story! And thanks to everyone's advice on my hard drive problems. Well as I was up for my morning run today I came up with this idea for the chapter. And I have a feeling you guys will be very happy with the result.

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(October 4, 1995 Lily: 35, 5)

LILY: I'm in the janitor's closet. I've stolen his long green jump suit. As I button up the last button I hear someone crying. Quickly I scramble out of the room and find a little girl walking around in a long shirt that has a picture of the two man eating lions on it. I can only guess it came from the gift shop down the hall.

I'm in the Chicago Field Museum. It's a little after five in the morning and the lights are all off. The security guards have already gone off to change and get ready to leave. The little girl is of course me.

I skip over to her and smile. She is standing by the giant Sue dinosaur up front. I remember when I came here with my parents many moons ago. Sue was my favorite exhibit. The large T-Rex sits right up front so when you walk in you are suddenly entranced by its enormous size.

"Hey." I say quietly seating myself next her.

"Hi." She squeaks nervously.

"I'm Lily." I tell her with my hand out to shake hers.

"Mine too!" She says cheering up.

"Do you know how you got here?"

"No… I was getting ready for bed and then I was here. I don't like it, I want to go home."

I sigh and nod. "You and me both, but Lily you and I have the exact same problem."

Her eyes brighten and she smiles. "You can travel too?" She whispers.

"I sure can." I whisper back. "You know why?"

She shakes her head no. "I'm you." I smile.

"From the future?!" She blurts out.

"Whoa, we have to be very quiet or someone will kick us out of here."

"…Sorry." She blushes. "Are there any more travelers?"

I feel terrible knowing I'm the one who has to tell her, me. I shake my head and look to her with a grime frown. "Just us."

She looks down. "…Oh…"

We sit for a moment. I glance up at the long marble staircase leading to more exhibits. There are different hallways and doorways to explore. I try to think back and remember what my other favorite part of this trip was.

"Hey little Lily? What was your favorite part of this museum?"

"Well we just got back yesterday. I remember coming here with mommy and daddy and Marty. We saw everything! But Sue was my favorite."

"Other then Sue."

She bites the inside of her cheek. "I liked… I liked the man eating loins!" She cheers. I laugh and take her hand we walk around the empty dark museum together. This has to be one of my better trips.

(October 4, 2026 Oliver and Lily: 35)

OLIVER: I'm pacing back and fourth. Miley and Jake haven't seen her around. And I drove around the block searching for a half naked woman just praying she was my half naked woman.

Lily has been missing for hours. I thought about calling her parents but I don't want to worry them. Lily's mom can become very hysterical very quickly over these things. I try making coffee but I'm so jumpy I hardly think I need any caffeine.

I sit back on the couch and wait. I twiddle my thumbs and try to think about something else. No thinking about how my wife could be stranded on some deserted road scared, cold, and alone… shit.

The phone rings. I leap from the couch and sprit to the kitchen.

"Hello!" I shout into the receiver.

"Oliver? She's here, everything's fine." Miley reassures me from the other line.

"Oh thank-you." I breathe out. I'm in the car driving. It's so late out that the roads are almost barren. I hit the breaks at and stare up at the bright red light glaring onto my windshield.

I take a moment to calm myself down. She's fine, everything is fine. Fine, fine. My nerves are shot. I spend every morning hoping that when I wake she will be there with me. I come home at night after closing the shop praying that I don't find her bleeding or crying. And the worst part it that we're trying to have a baby.

We've been trying for almost a month now and still nothing. A good husband would take his wife by the shoulders and say: "Love, we gave it our best shot. Let's adopt or call it quits, we're just not meant to be parents."

But we aren't like that and I'm not a good husband. We want a child so bad that it has blinded us. Sex is a chore now. I can't remember the last time we mad love just because we love each other. I know Lily wants this but it's killing us.

I pull up into the driveway and see everyone outside waiting for me. Lily waves to them and jumps into the car.

"You won't believe where I was just now!" She gushes.

"Disney World?" I guess sarcastically.

"Ha, ha, very funny. I was in Chicago again! I was at the Field Museum! I hung out with the five year old version of myself."

"Well I'm glad you had fun." I say bitterly.

"Oliver." She says slowly. "I know this is difficult for you but you must know that if I had a choice I would stop. If I could I would just stay here with you." She puts her hands on my knee and squeezes it gently.

"I just get nervous that something bad has happened to you. I'm always in the dark Lily. It's like your Odysseus and I'm Penelope. I get left behind, I always have to wait." I'm watching the road and not her facial features.

"Oh come on Oliver… you're so much prettier then Penelope."

Great, she's making jokes now. I can't help it I shuffle a light growl that grows in my throat. "I'm the guy! If anything I should be the one running off!"

This upsets Lily. I can't see her in the dark of the car but I know by her silence that I really screwed up. Lily is a bit of a feminist.

"So you're saying that you, Mister Macho, could handle this better then me?

I gulp. "No it's just I hate seeing you hurt. You don't need this."

"And neither do you Oliver! I would hate to wish this disorder on anyone! Not even my greatest enemy! For once Oliver you have to just realize that you can't win. Give up, because there is nothing I can do to prevent this."

I frown and reply harshly. "Yeah well I could say the same thing about our baby issue."

She takes her hand off my knee. Shit, I really blew it.

"Pull over." Her voice is ice and it makes my skin crawl.

"No." I say.

"I said pull over Oliver! I'm not going to sit in this car with you! I don't want to be here right now!"

I keep driving.

"Damn it!" She screams slamming her fists into the dashboard. "Damn it! Damn it!"

I don't know if she's talking to me or not. She keeps slamming her fists into the gray dashboard it makes a horrific noise. I shiver. What is wrong with us?

I turn to look at her as I pass a row of dim street lights. I see her golden hair catch fire under the bright bulbs. Her skin is pale. I only see glimpses of her face and body. I drive faster. The lights are speeding by again and again. Always quick luminous flashes of her tears and deep set frown.

Wind rushes over the roof of the car in strong gusts. I'm going to fast, but I can't stop. There aren't any cars around. The green numbers on the car's clock reads 2:03 a.m. My headlights are bright and streaming down the long black road.

I hear her breathing become very short and irregular. She sniffs and I glance at her from the corner of my eye. She is clutching the armrest for dear life. I slam on my breaks. The car lets out a tight screech. We are stopped on the side of the road.

I let go of the steering wheel. Lily opens the door and slams it shut. She stands in front of the car with her arms folded protectively over her chest. I slowly open my door and stand beside her. She wipes her tears away and looks out to the sky frowning.

We are silent. Crickets sing and the air is very cool. I wonder if she is cold. My reflex is to put my arm around her but I'm not sure she wants me too.

"I'm sorry." She says after a while.

"Me too."

She leans her head on my shoulder and all is forgiven. Damn us for having such violent tempers but we are always willing for second chances.

(October 6, 2026 Lily and Oliver: 35)

LILY: I told him to forget it, I'm done. If trying so hard to have a baby is tearing us apart then I don't want one. It's funny in a way all those stupid sex education classes in high school sure were a waste. Oliver seemed a little relived but his eyes looked sad. I woke up and rolled over in bed and told him my decision. He respects it.

Now I'm making us both an omelet for breakfast. Oliver has a meeting with one of our co business partners for the music shop. He's sitting at the table fooling with his silly blue tie.

"Stop, I already spent all morning tying it for you and if you keep poking at it I'll have to re-do it."

"Well excuse me Mrs. Bossy Pants but I think I can fix my own tie." He smirks taking a sip from his coffee.

"Great, come over here and let me loosen it so you can show me." I say coyly.

"Well… well you did such a great job. I wouldn't want to ruin it dear."

"You're so full of it." I laugh turning back to the stove and sprinkling cheese over the eggs.

"In the town that I was born lived a man who sailed the seas."

I join in with Oliver. "And he told me of his tales in the Yellow Submarine."

We come together. "We all live in the Yellow Sub-"

I'm gone.

(December 11, 2036 Lily: 35, Oliver: 45)

LILY: I'm sitting on a chair in my house. That's strange. I look around. Nothing much has changed. I can't decide if I'm in the past or future… Oh! There's our new bookcase I'm not in the past we just bought that sucker last week in my time.

I wrap myself in the blue blanket that is sitting on the couch, it's funny I don't remember it.

"Oliver? Somebody?" I call out.

A hear two voices chatting. One is definitely Oliver's I could recognize that deep rich voice anywhere. But there is one that I do not know. It's soft and sounds like a…

"Hi." A little blond girl is standing in front of me.

I stand very still. I see Oliver appear from the doorway he is leaning on the doorframe with a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Uhhh?" Is my intelligent response. This girl looks like me, ha, she probably is me! "Me?" I ask as a confused question.

The little girl shakes her head making her blonde curls swing out of its pony tail. "Nope." She giggles and stares up at Oliver, the two of them sharing an inside joke.

"Then…" I trail off.

"Think Lily." Oliver encourages me.

I feel my knees give out. I sit down quickly and hold my hand to my mouth. "Holy shit." I whisper. "Oh sorry." I say gesturing to the little girl. "But I mean… Ollie? Really? She's I mean we…" I can't speak.

He nods and his smile grows even wider.

"Come here!" I grab her and hold her closely. I'm holding my future daughter. I feel tears run down my cheeks. We pull away at the same time and I stare at her. She has my hair, my eyes, where is Oliver in this child? But then she smiles and I see it. That goofy lopsided grin.

"You look perfect." I tell her and she blushes, there's Oliver again. I can't help it I'm ecstatic.

Oliver seats himself next to me and lets us have our moment. He is calm and very quiet. He folds his hands in his lap and waits.

"What's your name? I ask hungry for answers.

"Ah, ah!" Oliver says holding up his index finger to the girl. "Anything but the name."

"But daddy!"

"But Ollie!"

We shout at the same time. He shakes his head still grinning. I let my daughter, that felt weird to say, sit in my lap. She curls up next to me and holds me just as tightly as I hold her. I feel whole sitting here with them. My family, our family.

After much of the shock wears off I begin my interrogation on her with all my questions.

"Can you skateboard?"

"Not very well." She says bashfully.

"Ah man! Oliver I can't believe you poisoned her with your lack of talent!" I grip playfully with him.

"Sorry." He shrugs.

"Ok let me see… what about friends whose your pal?"

"Rose." She state simply.

"Really? Isn't she a lot older then you?"

My daughter shrugs. "So, she says I'm wise beyond my years."

"Sweet." I laugh. "My kid's the smart one."

"Must be from my side." Oliver smirks.

I roll my eyes. "Whatever Oliver."

I look at him and he looks at me. We share one of out moments. He takes my hand and kisses it tenderly. I run my finger down his cheek and jaw. Strangely enough my little girl doesn't seem to be grossed out by this. She only stares at us with a funny grin on her face.

"Can you umm you know… travel?" I wait for the answer my body still.

"Yes." She nods.

I cringe. And she quickly adds. "But it's not as bad as you had it. They even created a name for it. It's called CDP it means Chrono-Displaced Person."

I feel sick. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I mean sometimes I get to chose where I go."

"Can you not go at all? If you really didn't want to?" I'm burning with questions.

"Well no but I can decide where I want to go. I mean it's not convenient but it's… it's interesting."

I give a sigh of relief. Maybe she won't be as bad as me. Maybe she won't wake up somewhere naked and cold. Maybe she won't have all that pain that I have endured through the years.

Oliver is rubbing circles around my palm. He is warm and I feel myself falling in love with him all over again. We are quiet for a while. I don't know when my time is up but I feel really good right now. Everything is taken care of. Oliver has someone to be with him now. And me? Well who cares about me…

(October 6, 2026 Lily and Oliver: 35)

OLIVER: I'm eating my omelet. I'm keeping Lily's warm by the stove just in case it's a short trip. I check my watch and wipe my mouth a napkin. I walk into the bathroom and begin brushing my teeth. I straighten out my suit and grab my folder for the meeting. I guess I won't be able to see her till afterwards.

The day is nice and not to chilly. I deiced on just walking. The office isn't far anyway. I'm making great time. I feel big and important in my suit, although I've never been keen on wearing one before it's nice to dress up once in a while.

I'm turning a corner when someone jumps on top of me. I get the breath knocked out of me and I'm lying flat on my back against the cold cement sidewalk.

"What the hell?" I shout ready to kick someone's ass.

"Oliver! Oh Oliver!" She squeals.

I stand up and help her to her feet. Lily is bouncing up and down she's laughing and dancing around right there in the middle of the sidewalk. We're getting very queer looks from people passing by.

"Uh would you please explain?"

She just keeps smiling. It's good to see her this way. So carefree and wild I just I knew what we were celebrating so I could join.

We sit down on a bench next to the bus stop. Lily finally calms down a little and takes my hands. "I went to the future and saw us."

I nod. Ok, ok nothing new.

"And I saw her. Oh Oliver, we're going to have a baby girl!"

"What?"

"I went to the future and saw you two!"

My insides give a jolt. We're going to have a baby…. "WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A BABY!" I shout and jump up. My whole body is tingling and finally, finally we are getting what every 'normal' couple has.

I grab Lily by her waist and twirl her around. We dance down the sidewalk laughing and crying and kissing. I don't care if people are pointing and whispering things about us. I'm so happy. Everything is just perfect. I pull away from Lily and stroke her face. She is wearing sweatpants and a light jacket that she most likely stole from the sporting good store down on Maple Street.

"Let's go home." I tell her softly.

"What about the meeting?" She asks still smiling.

"I really could care less about that meeting."

We walk home swinging our hands back and fourth intertwined.

(October 10, 2026 Lily and Oliver: 35)

LILY: It's strange but the future Oliver never did tell me when I would become pregnant. So far we've had little success. I haven't told anyone but Oliver about my traveling experience with my daughter. I don't want to talk to Cindy about it. She's still working on my cure.

I go to her office every now and then, but I'm not ready to tell anyone anything until it is all final. Today we're going to the regular doctor for a check-up to see if there's any progress. Oliver is nervous as he drives. He looks deep in thought.

The hospital smells funny. Everywhere I turn there is a sad looking patient and unhappy sleep deprived doctors. Where are all the comedic characters from the old television series Scrubs? I wouldn't mind having one of those doctors. We are escorted to a room with dull white walls.

Part of me wonders if the crabby looking nurse is going to throw a straightjacket at me to go along with the white room. I suppress a giggle at my lame humor and Oliver gives me a funny look that I brush off with a wave of my hand.

After doing a few highly embarrassing tests and answering awkward questions the nurse, whose name is Doris, walks away. Oliver is holding my hand and I feel ok, better then the other dozen times we've done this. Maybe that's a good omen! Is there such thing as a good omen?

"What are you thinking?" Oliver asks.

"Omens." I reply.

"… Hey do you remember that old movie? Man! That was scary!"

"Ha! I remember that, you hid your face in my sweater the whole night." I snicker reminiscing.

"Yeah sorry about that. I suppose I'm not such a brave guy after all." Oliver says sourly.

"Nah, who wants a big tough guy? I actually enjoyed having your face tucked tightly in my side. Made me like totally hot for you." I say adding a valley girl accent on the end.

"We're so weird." Oliver chuckles.

The door opens with a loud swooshing noise. Oliver and I both jump together at the sudden sound.

Doris is smiling; well she's smiling as best as she can someone really needs to knock that stick out of her butt.

"Congratulations. The tests came back positive. You're pregnant Mrs. Oken."

I lot out the breath that I didn't know I was holding and hug Oliver.

"I love you." He says in my hair.

And just like that all is as it should be.

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Well there's that. After much thought I decided that I really wanted them to have a child. It seemed to flow well with my upcoming chapters. I hope you are still enjoying the story. Leave your thoughts.

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