Peter: I found one. It’s perfect. Brookline. Center hall. Two stories.
Peter: I just figured, after everything that we’ve been through in the last couple of days—
Well, hell, the last couple of years—I thought we deserved a little bit of normal.
Olivia: It’s— it’s perfect.
Peter: I suppose that he was right. The observer. That in every version of the future, you had to die. But I never want to lose you again. What? You’re okay, right? I mean, the doctor didn’t tell you anything else.
Olivia: Actually, he did.
Olivia: Peter, I’m pregnant.