Olivia and Peter stood for a fair amount of time staring at their daughter as her eyes gradually fell closed and they could feel her mind grow calm before loosing their connection altogether.
A smiled hinted at the edge of Olivia's lips as she laid Olivia back in the bassinette.
Peter reached down and stroked Olive's cheek, "She has your eyes," he whispered.
"She has your nose," Olivia chuckled.
"Don't make fun. Its an adorable nose," he said, running his fingers over it.
"Cocky much?"
"I never said it was adorable on me."
"I'm sorry to interrupt," Peter and Olivia snapped around to see Nina in the doorway, "But Olivia, we're ready for you."
"For what?" Olivia asked, taking a step towards her.
"Follow me," Nina said with a smile, nodding towards the hallway. Olivia and peter stepped out of the nursery and followed Nina down the Hallway, Olivia falling into step beside her, "When Olivia crossed over to deliver the child, she also brought a message with her, One she went to great lengths to insure that you would receive. I believe that it would have arrived even if she hadn't succeeded in crossing over."
"What did the message say?" Olivia inquired.
"We don't know, The other Olivia made it very clear before she died that Olivia was to be the only one to see it," Nina stopped outside the doorway, "Peter feel free to wander about and make yourself at home. I don't know how long Olivia will be in here."
"I should prefer to stay here," Peter said, leaning against the wall.
Nina nodded and pressed her hand to the pad on the wall. The door slid open and she gestured for Olivia to go in. Nina followed her into the dark room, "If you need anything I'll be right through that door," Nina said, gesturing to another door on their left. Olivia nodded, and after Nina left, she sat down in a chair in the center of the room. Seconds later, a screen in front of her illuminated the room and a video began to play.
At first there was just colors smeared across the screen, but then the camera focused on what Olivia could tell was the other Olivia's living room. A moment or two later, the other Olivia came onto the screen, situating herself on the couch. Her hair was still red, but you could see blonde highlights coming through where the color was wearing off, and her belly was round and swollen. Olivia began to speak.
"By the time you get this I may be dead, or I may not. As of now it seams like the former is far more likely. I don't know if I will have succeeded in delivering this child to you," she said placing her hand on her stomach, "But if I haven't, I am very deeply sorry.
"There are a lot of things I am not sorry for. I'm not sorry I went to your universe and took your place. I'm not sorry Peter fell in love with me. I'm not sorry I may have fallen in love with him. I'm not sorry for doing the things I thought were right to save my universe, because I still believe they were. I am sorry for the things I have done since I have returned. I am sorry for agreeing to carry this child. The secretary wanted to child as a substitute for Peter and with your cortexiphan enriched DNA because he believed it would make the child a more powerful conductor for the machine. At first I believed that taking on this child would be what was right for my world, but the longer I sit here with it growing inside of me, the more peter's words ring in my head. he told me once, when I asked him if he would do everything in his power to save our world and he told me 'There are billions of innocent people over there. Just like her, with jobs, families, lives. I gotta believe there's another way. And whatever my part in all this is… I gotta believe there's another way. There's always hope, right?'
I'm not so sure there's another way, and lately I'm not sure there's always hope, but I have to keep trying. If I don't succeed in this task, then I believe there is no hope. I have to return this child to where it needs to be, to where it wants to be. She knows I'm not her mother. She knows I'm just a waypoint, and she wants you. I have never felt more unwanted or alone than in these past few months, always listening to her tell me in her mind that I am not her mother. That she needs her mom. I almost can't take it.
She speaks to the secretary too, and he tells her, he tells her everyday that you don't want her, but I don't believe him and neither does she. I lived your life for over two months. And I know that whether you wanted this or not, you wouldn't turn your back on it.
I don't know where you and Peter stand right now, or if he even told you what happened between us, and I'm sorry if I've made it worse by telling you now, but please don't turn him away. I know you have trouble taking help from anyone else. You're a stubborn, independent son of bitch, and I doubt that's changed. But please, let Peter help you. It's his child too. And He's changed since you met him. He won't run anymore, so just let him help you.
I understand this must all be very difficult to process, and I wish that I were able to say more. If you need help, someone to help you understand, or a link to this side, there is another type writer. 1051 Sekunda Park Rd. Northampton, Virginia. It connects to one Lincoln has on this side. If you need to talk to him, or Charlie, or Frank, find it. go into the store and ask for a Selectric251. They'll give you key to the back room where you'll find the type writer. Type a letter to whoever you need and Lincoln will make sure it gets there. When a reply comes it'll be typed on the typewriter on your side.
Take good care of her Olivia. I know you will.
The screen went dark and one of the tears Olivia had been trying so hard to hold back, slipped down her cheek. She stood up hastily and barged out of the room, pacing quickly down the bright white halls of massive dynamic. Peter followed her and she could hear him speaking to her but it didn't register. She came to a dead end at the window to the nursery and turned her back against it, falling to the ground, her head in her hands.
Peter crouched down in front of her, "Olivia," He said, putting a hand on her arm.
She pulled her arm away harshly, "I want to go home Peter. I want to take her and go home," Olivia sobbed.
"Okay," Peter whispered, pulling her head to his shoulder tentatively," Okay," She fell onto her knees and buried her face in his shoulder.
Chapter By: Caithrine