A/N: Thank you for still reading/reviewing guys! :D This was written as a response to a request for some fluff, within an hour yesterday, so don't expect much except maybe a trip to the dentist after all this sugar xD

BEAUTIFUL THINGS

She was without a doubt the most beautiful thing Peter had ever seen. And that was saying a lot, taking into account how his extensive travels a decade or so ago had led him to witness some wondrous sights. But he was only a man, after all, and he had never been immune to the charms of a beautiful girl.

This one was setting a new record, though, and it wasn't helping at all that she was staring right back at him. He felt like he might start crying again soon, his manly pride long defeated anyway.

"Looks like someone's in love."

Peter couldn't say he was exactly surprised to hear the soft whisper coming from the bed, but he was startled out of his contemplation at the sound of her voice; moving his eyes away from his daughter's, he turned slightly to look at Olivia, who minutes ago had still been sound asleep, rightfully exhausted after her endless hours of labor and delivery. She hadn't moved, still mostly curled up under the covers, one arm tucked under the pillow, but she was definitely awake.

"You should sleep," he reprimanded her softly, to which she only smiled, a very sleepy smile.

"So should she," she pointed out. "Maybe if her father let her stay in that bassinet for more than five minutes, she would actually manage it."

"She was already awake," he defended himself with a slight scowl that only caused her to smile a little more, and unable to stop himself, he brought his gaze back to the little beauty nestled in the crook of his arm.

Her eyes were still wide opened, staring right back at him. In the very dim light of the hospital room, it was too dark for him to see their color, but he had already memorized their shade of blue earlier, just like he had her every trait, as well as the weight of her in his arms.

Not so long ago, with Olivia asleep, he had allowed himself a cafeteria break, his appetite finally resurfacing now that his stomach had stopped being a nervous knot, all of his understandable anxiety having morphed into dazed elation. When he had come back less than twenty minutes later, incapable of staying away from the room any longer, he had immediately gone to stand over the bassinet right next to Olivia's bed, ready to spend the next hour or two simply gazing down at their daughter, only to find her gazing up at him. He was only human, and very much in love indeed, of course he had picked her up, just so he could look at her and love her more closely.

"She's so alert," he said then, almost in awe. "I swear she's already started judging me."

This earned him a small snort from the bed. "She's surely just wondering who's that blurry person holding her, waiting for the other blurry person with the boobs full of milk to feed her again."

He offered her another scowl, but really, all he could think about was how beautiful she still managed to be, even drained as she looked, her hair a total mess, her face marked with exhaustion and her recent exertion. He intended to make some kind of remark on her tendency to be so practical about absolutely everything, but ended up simply staring at her, the mother of his child, wondering if one could OD on too much love within a short period of time.

Olivia smirked and shook her head slightly. "Get that look off your face."

"What look?" he asked dreamily, still staring at her without blinking.

"The look that led the two of us into making this one," she indicated with a tilt of her chin, even though she still hadn't moved, half her face pressed into her pillow.

He could only grin. "Ah, but I intend for you to pop out two or three more of these, a real little tribe of Bishop, so you should get used to that look."

She actually groaned at this, grimacing slightly, even though a smile remained on her face. "Ugh. I'm afraid the events of the day have closed that door for some time."

He frowned. "Really? From what I saw, it looked like it actually opened that door rather widely for a while there, just enough to get that one's head out."

She actually buried her face into her pillow then as she groaned more loudly and discontentedly. "You're disgusting," she moaned, the sound of her voice muffled.

"I'm handsome," he countered her, now grinning foolishly as he came to stand right next to her bed, and when she turned her head to look up at him again, he wasn't surprised to see her smiling too, even though she still wore a disapproving look towards what he had said.

"You're disgustingly handsome," she muttered. "And your babies' heads are way too big, to be honest with you."

He turned his eyes back to Henrietta, who had actually started getting drowsy in his arm, as if the sound of their voices was lulling her to sleep. "Don't listen to mommy," he whispered. "Your head is perfectly sized."

Movements at the corner of his eyes made him look back at Olivia, unsurprised to see that she had sat up on her bed, and was now holding out her hands expectedly. He obliged without hesitation, handing her the sleepy infant without any of the awkwardness he had expected himself to feel upon carrying such a tiny being.

She felt so natural in hands, as if she had always belonged there, with them. It was as if she was always meant to be here, part of their life; and judging by the ease with which Olivia was now holding her, he knew she felt it too.

She had brought her legs up to rest the baby on her thighs over the covers, and already, she seemed to have forgotten he was in the room with them. He watched, transfixed, as Olivia brought her face close to Etta's, until the tip of her nose touched the minuscule rosy flesh that made up their daughter's nose, and she moved slowly, gently brushing their skin together. She then raised her head a little, pressing her lips upon her hair, lingering there; she closed her eyes, breathing in deeply. He obviously wasn't the only one who had fallen deeply in love.

And as he watched them, he corrected himself.

This was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.