A/N - So I am going with the flow with this one. I want to explore that terrible gap between season 4 and season 5. This chapter is a little slow but I wanted to show the little life they had built together.

So read, review and let me know what you think

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Chapter One – Complete Me

Olivia twirled her wedding ring, listening to the soft murmur of the television from downstairs. The last year had been a whirlwind of activity, one that she found herself barely recovered from. She had become a wife, a mother and a home owner in a matter of months. And she had loved every single second of it. It had taken them a while to find the perfect house and moving in had not been easy. Peter had gotten more protective as the months passed and by the time they had moved in, he fussed and was determined not to let her lift a hand, aside from instructing the movers of course. But once they were in, it was theirs. Before they had even unpacked all their boxes, it was home.

"Momma."

She felt the short tug on her hair, turning her attention back to little Etta, who was splashing in the bath. Her little girl adored the water. Having gained her mother's attention again, Etta smiled widely and banged her fist into the water. Olivia watched as Etta emptied a plastic bucket of water over her own head, giggling in delight. Olivia laughed with her and took the opportunity to put a spot of shampoo on her fine blonde hair. Etta tried to move away from her mother's hands, trying to get to the plastic duck that had drifted to the lower end of the tub.

"Momma. Car."

Olivia grinned down at her, reaching for the duck.

"Duck. Etta, say duck."

Etta flashed a grin that contained her four teeth. She had inherited her father's smile, which was dangerous. She was a charming enough without it.

"Car."

"Duck."

Etta shook her head.

"Car."

Olivia shook her head back, knowing that this could go on for a while. She handed Etta the duck.

"Duck."

Etta ignored her and thrust the duck into her mouth. Olivia quickly washed out the shampoo and pulled the plug. Etta pouted as she watched the water swirl down the drain.

"No."

Olivia stood, grabbing the towel at her feet and scooping Etta from the tub.

"You can't spend your whole life in the water, Princess."

"Yes."

Etta pressed her face into Olivia's neck, her fingers finding Olivia's hair again, a habit that she had since she was a baby. Olivia hummed softly and walked to Etta's nursery, grabbing her pyjamas before heading downstairs. Peter smiled when they entered the living room, flicking the TV on mute.

"How was the bath?

"Apparently, the duck is a car and our little girl thinks she can live her life in the bath."

Peter laughed as Olivia put Etta into her father's arms.

"I wonder where she picked that up."

"No idea."

Etta squealed as Peter blew a raspberry on her stomach, trying to twist away from his mouth.

"Hey rugrat, stay still."

"No."

Peter laughed again, quickly dressing Etta into her pyjamas. Olivia moved into the kitchen, making Etta's last bottle for the day. When she went back into the living room, Etta was curled into Peter's lap, chatting quietly to him, playing with her toes. Her vocabulary was widening quickly, but in these moments, Olivia didn't understand most of what she would say. Olivia settled herself on the sofa beside them and handed Etta her bottle.

"What are we watching?"

"Nothing much. Once Etta's in bed, I'll make dinner if you like."

"That would be great."

"What do you feel like?"

"No idea. There should be some chicken in the fridge."

"Chicken it is."

Olivia chuckled and pressed a kiss against Peter's shoulder. If someone had told her when she had first met Peter that she would marry him and have a baby, she would have laughed. Never would she have pictured herself like this, married with a daughter and a wonderful husband. She never would have believed that the happiness with Peter could become even more than it was when it was just the two of them. She never would have believed that she could love him more than she did before Etta but every day she loved him more. And every second that she saw him with Etta it deepened again.

"And she's….out."

She glanced down at Etta, the bottle now resting against her chin, her eyes tightly closed.

"She's had a big day."

"A trip to the lab will do that to a girl."

"No, hanging out with Walter, Gene and Astrid will do that to a girl."

Peter grinned as he pressed a kiss to Etta's cheek and handed her over to Olivia. Olivia shifted her from her arms onto her shoulder, Etta's breath hot on her neck. She carefully made her way upstairs and back into Etta's nursery. Etta continued to sleep through the movement as Olivia placed her on the bed, carefully tucking her in. She flicked on the night light that Walter had gifted her, marine life bursting to life and dancing gently across the walls. Etta adored her nightlight and it was fantastic for when she wouldn't settle. Olivia leaned over the crib, and watched the soft rise and fall of Etta's chest, her tiny mouth open in a small 'o'. Her birth hadn't been easy, three days late and sitting the wrong way, Etta hadn't wanted to enter the world without a fight. But when she did, Olivia had fallen in love with her all over again. Now she understood why when it came to Ella, Rachel would rage like a wounded bear. She would give her life for Etta without hesitation.

"Goodnight Princess. Sweet dreams."

Olivia leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Etta's forehead. She left the door open as she slipped from the room, heading back downstairs, where a delicious smell was filling their home. She loved it when Peter cooked. He met her at the bottom of the stairs with a large glass of red wine and a smile.

"Dinner's cooking now, Mrs Bishop."

Olivia leaned forward slightly on the bottom step, capturing his lips with hers. He had been sampling his cooking; she could taste the honey and garlic. She drew back with a smile.

"Tastes good. Smells good too. What are we having?"

Peter took her hand and led her to the kitchen. How she loved her kitchen. All tile and marble, and wide cupboards with a neat island in the middle. It was easy to clean too. With a young child, she appreciated that far more than ever before.

"Chicken pasta with honey and garlic."

"Yum. I love that I married a man who can cook."

"Good to know that you love me for all the right reasons."

Olivia moved behind him as he cooked the pasta, poking him in the ribs.

"I had to keep myself well fed somehow. And my daughter."

"Your daughter huh?"

"Until she hits puberty. Then she's all yours."

Peter laughed and stirred the chicken in the pan. Life was good.

Etta was the best alarm clock in the world. Not one for screaming and making a scene, she would throw her toys and talk loudly to herself, sometimes calling out for Olivia or Peter. With the nursery right next to their room, they couldn't ignore the demands of their daughter. When Olivia entered the nursery, Etta squealed happily, offering Olivia a bright, pink bear.

"Momma, Harry."

"I know. But Harry likes a sleep-in, remember?"

Olivia took the offered bear and placed it back in the crib, pressing a kiss to Etta's cheek.

"Morning you. Did you sleep well?"

Etta grinned.

"No."

"Good to hear. What do you want for breakfast?"

"Nana."

"Of course."

Etta had a thing for bananas at the moment, she was obsessed with them.

"Should we go see Daddy first?"

Etta nodded and clapped her hands.

"Dada."

Peter was awake but he pretended to be asleep as they came into the room. Olivia held her finger to her lips, beckoning the giggling Etta to be quiet. Then with a quick move, she dropped Etta onto Peter. He grabbed Etta and started to tickle her, rolling her onto Olivia's side of the bed. Taking advantage of Etta's distraction, Olivia headed downstairs to make breakfast. She sipped at her coffee as she made the oatmeal, setting aside a bowl for Etta to cool, putting mashed bananas on top. She heard the chirp of her phone, hoping against hope that their morning would not be interrupted.

"Liv! Broyles for you."

Olivia cursed under her breath as she took the oatmeal off the stove top and moved back up the stairs. Peter handed her the phone before continuing to read to Etta.

"Dunham."

"I hate to interrupt your morning but I need to speak to you."

"Sure. What about?"

"I need you and Peter in my office."

"Is it a Fringe case?"

"I'm not certain. But that's why I need you here."

"Ok. Give me ten minutes. Peter might be a little later."

"That's fine. I'll have coffee waiting."

Broyles hung up and Olivia frowned. For the last six months, she had been in the side lines of most of the cases. Fringe Division was nothing more than tying up loose ends at this point and she was enjoying it. She didn't have to be scared that she wouldn't come home at night.

"You are going to have to call Kathleen. If she's not free, try Rachel."

Peter nodded.

"I'll be there as quick as I can."

"I know. Etta's breakfast is cooling on the bench. There's some oatmeal there for you too."

Olivia quickly stripped off her t-shirt and track pants, pulling on her normal work attire. She was sitting on the end of the bed when she felt Etta crawl up her back, her voice hot in her ear.

"Momma, stay."

Olivia kissed the little hands around her neck before pulling Etta around so she was on her lap.

"Mommy can't stay sweetie. Mommy has to go to work."

Etta frowned deeply.

"No."

"You can stay with Daddy for a while then Kathleen is coming to see you."

At the mention of Kathleen, the frown was replaced with a bright smile. Olivia had known that at some point they would need a nanny for Etta. Even working part time meant placing the care of their little girl into someone else's hands. It had taken a couple of months before they found Kathleen Soris. She came from a large family and was finishing her Master's degree in English. Olivia had liked her immediately. She was well spoken, considerate, and most importantly, her and Etta hit it off immediately. She was coming to the end of her thesis on children's books and she often tested the ones that she wrote on Etta, who enjoyed it thoroughly.

"Lena."

Olivia pressed a kiss to Etta's cheek.

"That's right. Kathleen's coming over. Go get Daddy. Mommy has to put her shoes on."

Etta wriggled off Olivia's lap, crawling across the bed and landing on top of Peter. Olivia tugged on her boots, pulled her hair into a ponytail and grabbed her phone. She gave Etta another kiss before doing the same to Peter.

"I'll see you soon."

"Be careful."

"Always."

She gave Peter another kiss before heading downstairs. She went beneath the staircase and into the small cupboard that she had found when they had first moved in. For now it was the perfect place to hide her gun away from Etta's eager, little hands. She checked to ensure it was loaded before slipping it into her holster and heading out the door.