TWO MONTHS LATER

Peter looked up at the sound of singing, he found Olivia at the sink bathing Olive in the sink. She was singing the most ridiculous song but he could only smile at the sight before him.

"Rubba dub dub, an olive in the tub," Olivia smiled and bathed Olive, the baby was splashing at the water. "She splashes and laughs, enjoying her play and she's going to have a good day."

Peter got up and walked over to Olivia, placing a hand on her hip he kissed her head and smiled at Olive who was still splashing. "Someone is having fun."

"How's your arm?" Olivia turned slightly to look at him, he'd been shot at the day before and his arm was in a sling.

"It's fine, not as bad as when the Observer shot me...now that hurt." He smiled and kissed her shoulder, their romance had changed in two months...two months of working with Sam concerning trust they'd managed to rebuild their relationship only making it stronger. Touches, kisses and even a bed was shared. "He was right...it is difficult being a father."

Olivia looked at him, "what do you mean?"

"He said it must be difficult to be a father before he shot me...I thought he was referring to Walter but now I wonder if he wasn't referring to me and Olive." Sighing, Peter smiled, "I need to get dressed for our session, I'll call Walter to make sure he's still lucid and able to take Olive."

Their session with Sam was to continue working on their photo albums, they had been asked to put one together for each other...no input was allowed. It was to trust in each other, to understand each other on an emotional level. That night, their last scheduled session, they'd be sharing them.

They did share and the moment Olivia looked through hers she found herself surprised at what she found, overjoyed. It was broken into sections, one for her mother and father, one for Rachel, one for Ella, one for her past and of course before Fringe Division, one for Charlie and John, one for her and Peter and one for Olive.

John and Lucas appeared in several and she found herself surprised Peter would touch those but in the end, she knew why he did...he trusted that she loved him no matter the past and that's what John and Lucas were...the past.

Peter found his contained pictures of his childhood after Walter had kidnapped him, pictures of after he brought Walter from St. Claire's, some of him and Olivia and of course Olive. It was made simple and orderly, not fancy or sectioned like his was but just all Olivia.

"Thank you," Olivia kissed his cheek and placed a hand on his face, "its perfect."

"You're perfect."

"Far from it actually but the thought counts." She smiled and pointed to a photo of Peter and Olive from a week before, she had begun getting pureed baby food as well as her bottle and it ended up mostly all over Peter. "That's one that I found was priceless...you should be angry but you're smiling as you hold her, you're both covered in baby food."

Peter chuckled and nodded, "I was enjoying the moment."

Getting home they found Walter talking by the den doorway, asking about Olive. Peter and Olivia became concerned who he was talking to and found the Observer holding Olive in his arms.

"Oh God," Olivia covered her mouth, "please don't take her."

"Over my dead body, put my daughter down or so help me..."

The Observer walked to Peter and held out the baby, Peter took her carefully and held her close. Olive seemed not distressed but calm considering the situation.

"All paths come together eventually, all events meant to happen have and for that she is here, the Light to keep balance for she is balance herself." He nodded to Walter and Olivia, "the child will not be taken to the other side for there is no way to cross...the gates in which were open are now shut and balance restored. No more lives shall be taken or stolen...goodbye."

He walked past them and left, the front door closed behind him. Olivia went straight to Olive and took her from Peter.

Mommy cry why? Man not hurt Olive, just tell Olive everything be okay now...he know me would help worlds.

Olivia wiped her tears and looked at the baby in her arms, her innocent eyes starring back at her.

"Everything is okay now baby girl, he just hurt Daddy before so we were scared."

Man only help Grandpa understand...use Daddy for test of change. Never take Daddy from Mommy and Grandpa. Know me will come to help.

Peter and Olivia went home to what had become THEIR apartment after making sure the Observer didn't do anything to Olive. Walter said he had been there the entire time, he saw nothing but the Observer pick her up and talk to her.

Peter found Olivia laying in bed with Olive asleep beside her, she was tracing the baby's cheek and watching her. Crawling in behind Olivia, Peter moved his arm around her and placed it on Olive's belly.

"She's fine, I checked her over...nothing was done to her." He kissed Olivia's shoulder and rested his chin against it.

Olivia sighed, "I understand what Walter felt so long ago, the pain and anguish at the thought of loosing you. If I lost her...I doubt I would survive."

"As I said, over my dead body...no one is taking her Olivia."

"We came so close today...he said the gates were closed. I tried to cross over today and I felt as if I was thrown against a brick wall when I tried. There's no way to cross over now because all the ways are gone...we're stuck on this side and they are stuck on theirs. The only real comfort is that Walternate can't get to her now."

"He wouldn't have in the first place," Peter moved his hand from Olive to Olivia's head, combing her hair back and kissed her head. "I meant what I said Sweetheart, if I ever see him again I will kill him but only after I thank him."

Olivia turned, "what could you possibly thank him for?"

"Olive, I'd thank him for our daughter before I kill the bastard. If not for his determination to end this world, he wouldn't have created her and we wouldn't be here." Olivia yawned and Peter chuckled. "Go to sleep, you deserve it."

Curling back into Peter, Olivia closed her eyes and allowed herself to fall into sleep. Peter however stayed awake, allowing his finger to trace his daughter's head and cheek before smiling.

"I wouldn't trade either of you, I love you too damn much."

Love you too Daddy.

He chuckled softly and laid his head on his pillow, "love you too princess."

"I love you too," Olivia, half asleep, squeezed his arm that he held around her. "Both of you."

"Shh...go to sleep."