Olivia lay in her hospital bed. Gosh she hated hospitals. Henrietta nd Charlie lay sleeping on either side of her and Faux-Livia sat with baby James in the chair by her bed. Faux-Livia reached up and pressed her communicuff and a large smile broke out on her face.

"It's Lincoln. They have Peter and he's okay. Dehydrated and malnourished but okay."

Olivia wanted to sob. After all this time for someone to tell her that her husband was safe, that they had found him, overwhelmed her with emotions. She felt her kids stirring next to her as Faux-Livia told the news.

Charlie sat up. "My daddy. Where is he?"

Olivia beamed down at her son. "They found your dad and he is okay."

"They found him?!" Henrietta asked excitedly. "Where is he? Can we see him?"

Olivia turned to Faux-Livia for the information. But before Faux-Livia could reply the door opened and a nurse wheeled Peter into the room.

"DADDY!" Both kids shouted as they ran to hug their father.

Peter hated being dependent on someone else. Being in a wheelchair, pushed around a hospital was not his idea of a good time. But his family lay on the other side of this painful trip. As soon as he was through the door his kids ran to him. Looking up he saw Olivia safely in bed and he knew his family was safe again.

Olivia smiled. Today she was going home. Elizabeth had taken the kids home weeks ago so they wouldn't miss school, but she and Peter had needed to stay a little longer. Even after all the stress of Peter's kidnapping and her pregnancy having complications, Olivia hated bedrest. She hated having to lie in bed and do nothing. Even now she was being wheeled to the machine to go home. Peter was allowed to walk and he was the one wheeling her.

"How he doing?"

Olivia smiled. This was one of the best parts of all her pregnancies. Peter and his questions. "Fine. Kicking my ribs, but fine." She answered.

They reached the machine and said goodbye to Lincoln and Faux-Livia. Olivia was all smiles until she heard that she had to be in her wheelchair crossing over. Her pregnancy was so high risk she wasn't even allowed to stand. Olivia had orders from doctors to remain in the wheelchair the entire way to their car, so she and the wheelchair made the trip back to their universe.

Home. Peter had never been happier to see their small, but modest, two story home before. Henrietta, Charlie, Astrid, and Walter came rushing out and enveloped them in hugs.

"Son, I made Blueberry Pancakes and Strawberry Milkshakes for your first meal home." Walter said.

Peter clasped him on the shoulder. "Thank you Walter. That's perfect."

Wheeling Olivia into the house was a bit of a hassle because she insisted on walking the three steps leading to the door. But Peter wouldn't hear of it and carried the wheelchair and Olivia into the house himself. It wasn't until everyone had either gone home, or to bed, when Peter and Olivia were alone. Settling in bed they both lay facing each other. And together they fell asleep in each others embrace.