Ok so originally I only planned for one more but two came out instead so here is part 1 of the last chapter :D

These last two chapters are also dedicated to Lori who was awesome when I was writing this and I hope that it helps you out, even a little bit. :D

Chapter 20 – Finalized

Peter placed a bunch of lilies over the newly marked grave before he sighed and looked up towards the sky, taking in the grey clouds. It had started raining long before he had reached the cemetery, most since he had woken up that morning and realized that day it was going to be. It had been over a week before they had been able to get the body back from New Orleans and he hadn't rested for more than a few hours until it was back in Boston, is had been 4 days since the body was back though. Peter's wounds were still healing, painfully and long nights. He still woke up in agony some days and he was still on heavy pain killers for the most part.

He looked around and hoped to find someone else there, but he was alone and part of him wanted to be alone right now. He touched his fingers over the 'A' at the end of the name before pushing himself, gently, up off the ground and hunched over in his coat more, hoping to keep the wind and cold off his body.

"Goodbye sweetheart. I will miss you."

Trudging back through the snow and rain, Peter pulled open the car door in a hurry. "You ok?" The voice spoke softly, as not to scare him if he wasn't expecting it. He glanced up at the face next to him and reached over with his hand and took hers. "Yea let's go, I know Walter will be waiting."

Peter turned on the heating full blast and just stared out the window of the passenger side, wondering why he wasn't driving, but glad considering his pain killers were making him drowsy. "Peter, you loved her didn't you?" the voice was quiet and he knew he didn't have to turn to face the voice as he spoke, "Yea I did but she was my past and she was never going to be anymore than that, I'm just sorry it took me a while to realize that Liv. I'm sorry." He leaned over even more and placed his hand gently on her stomach. Smiling to himself as she placed her hand over his, Peter felt as thought his life was starting to make some form of sense and he knew then with the baby on the way, he was never going to feel out of place. He'd never thought of having kids, but sitting next to a pregnant Olivia, he was over joyed at the thought.

They still had to wait a few days to understand the full extent of the damage on their unborn child but as a mother to be, Olivia was having a good feeling their baby was going to be ok. She had been spending more time at Peter's place although they still hadn't decided that was going to happen later on, they had been spending nights in the same bed and telling each other they loved them. It was just hard, knowing that things weren't going to be the same anymore and Peter did know that Olivia loves having her independence.

"Peter I was thinking about what we talked about earlier in the week and I want to…" Peter turned to face her completely now, "…I want to move in. I think it would be best for all of us and for the baby." His smile grew so much more as she finished her sentence. He reached for her hand and brought it to his lips and kissed the top. "Livia, you have no idea how much I have wanted to hear you say that. I am so happy." He whispered on her lips as he placed another gentle kiss there. Pulling away he placed another kiss on her cheek and allowed her to face the front again, intent on driving back to their home.

Laughing to himself, Olivia turned to and raised an eyebrow at him, "What?" he chuckled again and replied, "I'll just have to make sure Walter keeps his clothes on at all times and we should be good. I love you Livia and baby."

"I love you too." The toothy smile wouldn't be finding it way off her face any time soon.

They had settled in within a few days. Walter hadn't stopped bouncing up and down when they brought in boxes and bags, not wanting to help, just being in the way. "Walter! Get out!" Peter almost had to push Walter out of their bedroom before slamming the door. Olivia laughed as he slumped down on the bed dramatically.

"Come on, he is just excited. He is getting his first grandchild, a grandson, and now I have moved in. Leave him alone." Olivia reached over and touched his cheek as he smiled back at her. "You know, he actually starting a book about the baby, the sonograms and stuff." She shook her head and dropped it, allowing her hair to cover her face.

Peter shot up out of the bed quickly, "Book…." he mumbled under his breath, leaning over to the bedside table, sliding open the draw and bringing out a brown bag, handing it to her. "This is for you. The lady at that Voodoo shop gave it to me and said to give it to you. I never opened it so…" he pushed it further towards her and she just looked at. Slowly opening the bag, she allowed an old book to slip out.

She ran her hands over the old cover and the spine. Opening it, she sucked in a breath and Peter watched as her mouth opened slightly, unable to speak but wanting to say something. Knowing the look on her face, he kissed her forehead and left her alone in the room, closing the door gently behind him.

Reading the first page of the letter, Olivia crossed her legs, Indian style.

Oliviaman,

If this is in your hands, I would have been gone a long time, but by now, I'm sure you would have realized that that really doesn't mean that we cannot see each other. I had this book growing up and I have always wanted to pass it on to you and your son.

Remember that no matter what you need, you can just call. Olivia, your son will be special, make sure he knows about everything and don't keep it to yourself.

And tell Peter, that whatever happens in the future, whether in this universe or the other, just as long as he has you and your son, nothing can keep him from this world.

Dad.

Olivia wiped away a tear that fell. It wasn't a long or heart felt letter but her father always knew how to make his point without going into to much detail. Standing gently, she opened the door and took a step out into the hall and down to the kitchen, she stood in the door way and just watched as Peter silently washed the dishes as Walter handed them to him. Much like a normal family.

Smiling to herself she placed her hand over her stomach and whispered, "We are home baby."

Thank you so much reading it all and sticking by. I love you all! :D