Bliss and Eternity

Author: ZeusFluff.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fringe characters. So no InFRINGEment is intended. Date Started: 5/12/12. Date Finished: 5/16/12. Hope you will all enjoy! Thanks! Summary: Spoilers for 4X22. Peter and Olivia enjoy a rare moment of 'normalcy' as they prepare for their daughter's birth.

October 16th, 2012

Peter had never been in such a long line in the middle of the day before, especially on a Sunday. He'd gone on a trip to the supermarket to gather whatever foods Olivia was craving at the moment. At this particular point in time it was: chocolate and vanilla swirl ice cream, pickles, cheese, twinkies, and tons of Milky Way candy bars. He'd just gotten to the front of the line when his phone began to ring. Stopping what he was loading onto the conveyor belt he reached into his pocket and answered it.

"Yes sweetheart?"

He smiled at his phone when he heard his wife's beautiful voice.

"Actually Peter, can you get me just the regular vanilla ice cream instead of chocolate and vanilla swirl? Oh and can you get me some nutty buddies?"

Peter only smiled into the phone and laughed a little. He knew to keep her happy he'd get her whatever she wanted. He'd learned that the hard way just last week when he came back with the wrong kind of cheese. He'd come back with Havarti instead of pepper jack cheese. Learning from his mistake, he just contended with getting cheddar this time. If she stuck with cheddar he hoped that it would be the longest craving she'd ever had.

"Of course sweetheart. Anything else besides the nutty buddies?"

He smiled into the phone once more when he heard her melodious laugh on the other end.

"No I think I'm good right now. I'm gonna have to let you go; this baby is sitting on my bladder again."

Making a split decision to go back for the vanilla ice cream, he quickly shoved all of the items he'd acquired back into the cart and let the woman behind him go ahead. Steering the cart away from the checkout line, he made his way all the way back down to aisle sixteen where the dairy section was. When he got down the aisle, he became overwhelmed by the rather vast selection of vanilla ice cream the store offered. He wasn't sure where to start when he quickly moved aside for a very pregnant woman next to him opened up the freezer door.

"I never know which kind of vanilla ice cream my wife wants. These cravings of hers are something else. One minute its strawberry ice cream, then its chocolate, last week it was rocky road, and now its vanilla."

The woman next to him gave him a knowing smile as she pulled out three gallons of vanilla bean.

"I take it this is your first? Well take it from someone who knows about cravings. I'm eating for four and this vanilla bean is excellent. Don't worry; you'll get the hang of it."

Peter smiled politely at the woman and helped her put the gallons of vanilla bean into the cart for her.

"Yes, and thanks for the suggestion. I'll keep it in mind."

She smiled at Peter, grateful for the help and walked away. As he put two gallons of vanilla bean into the cart, he heard something fall behind him. Quickly turning to see what it was, he rushed over to find the woman he'd just been talking to down on the ground clutching at her stomach. He crouched down in front of her and looked into her eyes.

"Don't try to get up. I'll call 9-1-1. Just try and relax."

She only nodded her head as Peter began to dial the life saving number. He waited for what seemed like eternity for the other line to pick up.

"9-1-1 what is your emergency?"

Peter licked his lips momentarily and looked the woman in the eyes once more and gave her a confident look.

"My name is Peter Bishop and I've got a woman here that needs medical attention. She's in labor, but is unable to stand. We're at Llanera Supermarket at 260 E 8th St, South Boston."

He hung up the phone and placed it back into his pocket. Looking into her eyes once more, he found that they had fear in them just below the surface.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

The woman shook her head no at Peter, but did stick her hand out for him to shake.

"I'm Tracy, and no I'm ok. I've just never had a fall like that before. The last time I had this happen to me, was right before my son Eric was born. I'd managed to grab onto a shelf just down there."

She motioned to the shelf just down the middle of the aisle. Peter gave her a comforting smile. He stayed until the paramedics came, making sure she was alright. He gave her hand a squeeze and watched as the paramedics wheeled her out of the store on a gurney. He sighed in relief. She was going to be ok. Going back to his abandoned cart, he made his way back to the checkout line. This time opting out and going for the u-scan.

" 'Livia, I'm home!"

Peter uttered out as he came in the front door. When no one answered he became worried and threw the bag of groceries onto the counter in the kitchen. Making his way into the hallway, he searched for Olivia and called out once more.

" 'Livia? Where are you?"

As he rounded the corner to get to the living room, he found her frozen halfway between the hallway and the couch. She was staring down at something on the floor. She looked up at him face red. His face paled momentarily, and his mind raced with the possibility of early labor. The first thing that tumbled out of his mouth startled Olivia.

"How far apart are the contractions?"

Now it was Olivia's turn to pale and look at Peter confused. Furrowing her left brow she threw her arms up in the air in frustration.

"Peter I'm not in labor. I couldn't make it to the bathroom. I had an accident."

Peter immediately softened his expression and helped her into the bathroom. It wasn't until she was done changing into some dry clothes that he apologized.

"Liv, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left you alone. If I would've known this was gonna happen, I would've stayed here with you."

Olivia instantly gave Peter a dark look, even fleetingly so and it went away. But her voice was filled with a bite Peter would take time to recover from.

"Peter I'm not a child, I can take care of myself. On another note, did you get the food I asked for?"

Peter nodded his head and a smile began to grace Olivia's lips. These mood swings were getting worse. But Peter would take the brunt of them, just to make Olivia happy.

"Yes, and I'm sorry I took so long to get back from the store. A woman who was next to me picking out some ice cream went into labor. I was the only one in the aisle, so I stayed with her until the paramedics came. Right before it happened she'd said not to worry and that we'd get the hang of being new parents. She was eating for four so..."

Peter had trailed off on his last sentence. Olivia had already dug into the gallon of Vanilla bean ice cream and seemed to be enjoying it. She stopped momentarily and made a face.

"Ow. Oh my god, brain freeze. I'm sorry baby. If mommy is getting a brain freeze, then you probably are too."

Gently setting down the gallon of vanilla bean ice cream she waited for the sensation to go away. Swallowing, she looked at Peter with an overwhelmed face.

"Eating for four Peter? Triplets? God, I could just imagine if I were carrying triplets how much more I'd have to pee. Three heads would be sitting on my bladder all the time. Here, I'll help you clean the mess in the living room."

Peter put a gentle restraining hand on Olivia's shoulder. Shaking his head no, he gave her his answer.

"It's ok 'Livia, I've got it. You just sit on the couch and enjoy the rest of your vanilla bean ice cream. Afterwards do you wanna watch a movie?"

Olivia took up the gallon of vanilla bean ice cream and settled into the couch while Peter went about cleaning. As he was throwing stuff into the garbage can in the kitchen he heard Olivia give a loud groan.

"Oooh."

He rushed back into the living room in panic mode. He would always be in high alert until this baby was born and afterwards.

"What is it?"

Shaking her head, she pressed her hand up against her back. Peter slid into the couch next to her and gently placed a hand on her lower back and began to massage it. He let out a content sigh of relief.

"Baby starting to mess with your sciatic nerve huh?"

Olivia nodded her head, grateful that he was working the knots out of her lower back. After a few minutes, he could see relief wash over his wife's glowing face. He looked her up and down momentarily and smiled.

"You will always look beautiful to me no matter what Olivia Dunham. To think that you and I five years ago, thought that one another was a pain in the ass, and now look at us, we're having a baby. Opposites really do attract."

The smile stayed in position on Olivia's face as Peter popped in the DVD of Casablanca. Sitting back down next to Olivia he placed a protective left hand over her baby belly, taking it away momentarily he spoke down to it, knowing the baby would hear him.

"Daddy will protect you from all the bad people out there. You are special, just like your mommy."

After giving a kiss to Olivia's belly, he placed his left hand back where he'd had it previously and looked back into her eyes.

"I'll do everything in my power to protect the both of you. I won't let anything hurt the two of you."

Olivia lay her head in Peter's lap and stared at the tv screen about 30 feet in front of her. Peter stroked her hair with his right hand while his left never moved from its protective nesting spot on her stomach. He watched her breathe in and out for a few minutes. He'd never seen anything more beautiful than this moment, and he wanted to cherish it forever. So he sat there a little longer, hoping to burn this moment into his memory, because he knew that there might not be another moment quite like this again.

To Be Continued...

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