So kinda a quick ending. Hope you like despite it's shortness.

Part III:

Peter held onto the woman nestled into his side as tightly as he could without crushing her. Olivia was asleep. It was a light sleep, but it seemed it was better than she was getting as of late. He put his nose to her hair and breathed in deeply, wishing he could take away her pain. Knowing what a burden it could be to carry the fate of two universes on your shoulders, Peter trailed his fingers up and down her spine without thinking.

"That tickles." she spoke softly to his chest.

He smiled a little. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."

"I won't complain so long as it's you waking me up." Olivia replied.

"I'll give that about a week before you start singing a different tune." Peter stated.

He could feel Olivia's smile grow against his chest before she turned to look at him. Peter was amazed at the transformation. Her eyes were brighter, her smile easier, the dim light around her even said that she was relaxed. It made him happy that he was the one that made her look like that. "You wanna talk about what happened today?"

She folded her arms under her head, creating a pillow for herself. "I don't know, what happened today?"

"I don't see you break down like that very often." They spoke quietly, there was no reason to raise their voices very high. Olivia blushed a little. "I can't say that it didn't unnerve me a little."

"I'm sorry you had to see that. It's just…" she wasn't sure how to put her feelings to words. It was always something she'd had issues with. "I try to hold it in, but sometimes it just sneaks out like that."

"Is it the stress of the job or getting used to this side again?" he asked.

"Both…" she ran a hand over her hair, suddenly becoming nervous under his intense gaze. "I still don't feel completely comfortable in my own house…hell, my own skin…but every day gets a little easier."

Peter immediately felt nauseous. The one thing he never wanted to be to her was a source of her pain. He ran his hands up her arms to cup her bare shoulders. "I'm so sorry, Olivia."

"Please stop apologizing, it's getting irritating." she said lightly enough to warrant a laugh from him. "I used to blame you for what happened with her, but I know how to read you and I believe what you told me was the truth. The whole situation is just..." she trailed off.

"Shit?" he supplied.

She laughed a little. "Yeah, I guess that's accurate."

"It was. I love you, 'Liv. Only you." He sat up with her in his lap burying his face in her hair.

"I love you, too." she whispered.