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Peter and Olivia start to realize what they've done. How will they handle it? Rating has changed to 'T.'

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The Hitch-Chapter 2

Peter leaned down to retrieve his ticket and boarding pass that had dropped to the airport terminal floor. As he stood up he felt his wedding band on its chain press onto his chest and it startled him a bit. The sensation must have registered on his face because Olivia made a face of her own. She put her hand on his shoulder. "You OK, Peter?"

He gazed for a minute into her eyes, the light of their surroundings still bothering him. He would have left his sunglasses on inside if he hadn't been so self-conscious about it. Drawing attention to himself and to them was not something he wanted to do. It already felt to Peter as thought there was a neon glow surrounding the two of them that said 'Just married.' "I'm fine. How's your head?"

"Not that great, she said," digging through her purse for more Advil. "The idea of going into a pressurized cabin isn't turning me on either." Peter nodded in agreement. They started to walk to catch up with Astrid and Walter who were many yards ahead of them.

"Bruno Mars!" Olivia suddenly shouted, giving Peter a satisfied smile.

"Excuse me?" he said creasing his brow.

"That's who was playing in the club before you said you wanted to leave. You know, that 'Marry Me' song. We were dancing to it, remember?" The two of them stopped walking. Olivia started twirling a strand of hair around her finger in nervous movement. "You said, 'Why not? We should. We're in Vegas.' Do you remember that Peter?"

Peter cocked his head, thinking. "I do remember swinging you around to that song. Did I really say that?" He swallowed hard.

"Yes, you did. I'm sure. And I think you took our champagne bottle with us." The club manager had presented each of the four of them with a complimentary bottle of Dom Perrignon from the City of Las Vegas, as a thank you for wrapping up the case so quickly.

Peter squinted, concentrating. Then he smiled one of his glorious smiles. "We had fun dancing there last night didn't we?"

Olivia gave a little laugh that made her head hurt more. "Yeah, we did. I just wish I could remember the rest."

"Me too." Peter put his arm around her and they resumed walking toward the gate.

The flight back to Boston was less than full. Peter and Olivia were grateful their seats were at least a dozen rows in front of Walter and Astrid. They needed privacy, and rest. Neither wanted a healthy conversation with anyone other than each other, for fear of giving away their new secret. Secretly they each craved the privacy of their own home to mull over the new development. Olivia grabbed a sleep mask from the attendant as she passed by. She had just secured it over her eyes and settled in against Peter's shoulder, looking forward to a long nap, when he startled her.

"They got mad at us." Olivia lifted the eye mask off and sat up.

"Who did?"

"The people at the chapel. Don't you remember? We were kissing long before it was time in the ceremony. The Justice of the Peace kept clearing his throat. Tell me you don't remember that? He was pissed off and I couldn't help grinning-not just because of him, but also because we were so..."

"What?"

"Happy," Peter said softly. Olivia stared off into the distance.

"I do remember a lot of laughing."

"Yeah." They grew quiet again. Olivia replaced her mask and repositioned herself on his shoulder. Peter kissed her hair loudly. "Sleep. Hopefully we'll both feel better." He snaked his right arm around her and tried to relax. A few minutes went by and then another image flashed in Olivia's mind that she just had to share.

"Your tongue," she said loudly breaking the surrounding silence. Peter looked around to make sure no one was listening in case she was talking in her sleep.

"What, 'Livia?" Surprising him, she sat up again and removed her mask. "I just remembered something in your room. You were very good with your tongue, Peter." The words were barely out of her mouth when Olivia realized just what she had said and color flooded her cheeks. A huge grin broke out on his face, filled with pride.

"Yeah? I was good?" He leaned in so that his lips were almost against her skin. "I wish I could remember every single thing I did, Mrs. Bishop, I really do. Maybe it'll come back to me, but if it doesn't-"

Olivia put a hand on his chest stopping his words. "Right now, I think we should just get some rest."

Peter pulled back a few inches. "Right. Rest well."

Olivia smiled "You too." She snuggled back against him and replaced her mask a second time. Peter put his head against hers and shortly after they both drifted off.

The ride back to her apartment was a quiet one. They were both lost in their respective thoughts. And although they were still impaired from their hangovers and recent physical activity, they were both expected to report for work the next morning. Peter pulled the Vista Cruiser into a space right in front of her building, grateful that Astrid had offered to take Walter home. He killed the engine and hopped out, rolling her carry on around to her side.

Olivia stood there, tired eyes staring at him. 'Happy New Year's, Peter. I'd offer you to come in but I think we both need our space tonight. Drinks tomorrow night-so we can talk about this?"

"Sure," Peter said, happy she wasn't screaming at him. He watched her as they ascended the steps to her building. He had a feeling the other shoe was going to drop soon. Peter escorted her to her door, waited until she unlocked and opened it, and kissed her goodnight.

On the drive back to Cambridge Peter thought about himself and wondered when the full impact of what they did would hit him as well.

Peter looked over at the red display on his alarm clock that said 4:30AM. Surprisingly he had fallen asleep quickly, but now his mind was racing and had woken him up. All kinds of domestic images flooded his brain. White picket fences, Olivia holding a chubby baby, a pretty single home and many children running around their feet, a barking dog. It was a bit overwhelming and he felt his pulse race.

Realizing he couldn't return to sleep, Peter threw back the covers and hastily got dressed. He moved quietly down the hall and the steps and out into the cool night air, hoping it would soothe his nervousness. After he was several blocks away from the house Peter pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed.

"Akim? Yeah, I know, man. Sorry it's so early. I got myself in a situation...No, I'm not in jail, well, not technically. Um, I married someone in Vegas last night. No, she's from Brighton. No, she's no bimbo. I love her, actually. I'm calling because we did it while quite drunk. Yes, spare me your laughter, very cliché I know. Hey, would you be able to get into the State of Nevada data base if I wanted you to and make it disappear? No, I'm not asking you to get up and do it now, I'm just askin.' I don't know what I'm going to do. I just wondered, like I said. Yeah, I'll let you know. What? Maybe I will stay married. Just to shock the hell out of you! Thanks, man."

Peter kept walking while going through the mental pros and cons of being married to one Olivia Dunham. He knew he loved her, and he knew she could be exasperating at times. But then he knew that last she could say of him as well. His gut was surprising him, telling him it would all work out to the good. He knew what the bigger issue was. It wasn't if he loved her or if it would work. They didn't want Broyles to separate them. They worked very well together and had for more than two years. Neither of them wanted to lose that. Suddenly his father's words of more than a year ago sounded in his ears. "Lack of commitment, son, was always your problem." He used to always brush the words off, but now he wondered if that was one of his big problems.

Olivia Dunham sat bolt upright in her bed, drenched in sweat. She looked over to see the clock display read 4:50AM. Hurriedly she grabbed her cell off the bedside table and pushed speed dial #3. Peter picked up on the second ring.

"Hey. You OK, 'Livia?" Peter said slightly winded.

"Peter! We fucking got married!" she yelled into her cell.

"I'm pretty close to your place. I'll be over in a few."

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