The night air outside the Griffin house was cool, carrying the scent of freshly fallen rain as Lois stepped out of Naomi's car. She hesitated, standing in the driveway for a moment, a soft smile playing on her lips as she replayed the evening in her mind.
It had been perfect—more than perfect. Dinner under the stars, Naomi's laughter filling the night, the feeling of warmth and tenderness Lois hadn't known in years. For a brief few hours, it felt like the weight of the world had melted away. There was no Peter, no endless stream of disappointments, no guilt. Just her and Naomi, the way it should be.
But now, reality was waiting for her inside. As Lois walked toward the front door, the light from the living room flickered through the windows, casting shadows against the walls. Her heart rate quickened as her mind raced, not with fear or guilt, but with anticipation.
She turned the knob and stepped inside, greeted by the familiar, dull glow of the house she had spent years in. Everything felt oddly silent, too still. She made her way up the stairs, the sounds of late-night television faint in the background.
As she reached the top of the staircase, something strange caught her attention. The bedroom door was slightly ajar, the faint rustle of movement behind it. Lois's stomach twisted—not with dread, but with a strange, almost electric energy. She approached the door slowly, her hand resting lightly on the knob.
With a soft creak, the door swung open.
The scene before her was almost comical—if it weren't so painfully predictable. There was Peter, lying on their bed, his round belly rising and falling with each snore. And beside him, in a mess of tangled sheets, was Alana, looking just as disheveled and out of place as ever.
Lois stood frozen for a moment, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open, as though she were in shock. And for a moment, that's exactly what she wanted to feel—shock, anger, betrayal. But what bubbled up inside her instead was something far sweeter. Victory.
The initial tension drained from her body, and Lois slowly crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing. Peter, still oblivious, continued to snore away, a smile plastered on his face. Alana shifted, snuggling closer to him, blissfully unaware of the fact that Lois was standing right there.
For the briefest second, Lois felt the familiar sting of old wounds—years of neglect, of being brushed aside, of enduring Peter's laziness and thoughtlessness. But then, something shifted. A realization settled over her like a warm blanket: this was her out. Her golden ticket.
She was free.
Lois took a step back, her heart still pounding, but this time with something closer to joy. Peter had handed her the perfect excuse to leave—on a silver platter, no less. Not only that, but she could take everything with her: the house, the kids, the money. And Peter? He'd lose it all.
For the first time in years, Lois felt light. Truly light.
But she wasn't going to let on just yet. No, there was fun to be had here. She took a deep breath and forced her face into a mask of sadness, the kind of expression Peter might expect if he woke up and saw her standing there.
She cleared her throat, just loud enough to stir Peter from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the dim light of the room. When he finally registered Lois standing in the doorway, his face turned from sleepy confusion to sheer panic.
"Lois!" Peter scrambled to sit up, shaking Alana awake in the process. "I-I-I can explain! It's not what it looks like!"
Alana, now wide-eyed and panicked herself, pulled the sheets up to her chin. "Oh my God... Lois, I didn't—"
Lois held up a hand, silencing both of them. "I don't want to hear it."
Her voice was low, deceptively calm. Peter's face contorted with guilt, his eyes pleading. "Lois, please! I swear, this just... happened! It's not like I meant for it—"
"Oh, I'm sure it didn't just happen, Peter," Lois interrupted, still playing her part. "But I'm not angry. No, not anymore."
Peter blinked, confused. "You're... not?"
Lois shook her head, her lips curving into a tight smile. "No. I'm disappointed. But not surprised."
Alana shifted uncomfortably, glancing between Peter and Lois. "Lois, I—"
Lois shot her a glance, cutting her off. "Save it, Alana. You're not exactly the first girl to end up in Peter's bed. Won't be the last, either."
Peter flinched, guilt washing over his features as he looked down at the sheets. "Lois... I'm so sorry."
Lois took a slow breath, the mask of sadness still firmly in place, but underneath it all, she was buzzing with exhilaration. She looked Peter dead in the eye and said, "You've given me everything I need, Peter. You've made this decision easier for me than you'll ever know."
The confusion in Peter's face deepened. "What do you mean?"
Lois took one last glance around the room before stepping back toward the door. "You'll find out soon enough."
Without another word, Lois turned and walked down the hall, her heart pounding with excitement. She'd done it. She was free, and she didn't even need to lift a finger. Peter had handed her the perfect opportunity on a platter, and now she could walk away with everything.
As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she couldn't help but let a soft, satisfied laugh escape her. For the first time in years, she felt like she had won. She had power. And the future? It looked brighter than ever.
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Target of Affection
Fanfiction"Target of Affection" is about the cut scene or whatever you went to call it with Lois Griffin, and that target employee who got marked by target but her name for the story will be "Naomi"
