Peter has gained his muscle back and his appetite and his sleep. But now instead of depression from loss, he is now paranoid, as any almost-father does, especially a first-time father. I am only going on three months and already he fears about being a bad father and if the outside world is fit for his little prince or princess. It is actually quite comical. But it is often replaced quickly by a calm and stoic Peter- the-Almost-Father image when someone comes near him or enters the room. Which is even more comical.
"Have you decided where the baby will sleep?" Lucy asks.
She is almost more excited about the child than Peter is, but not quite.
"I think for the first few months or year it will stay in our room," Peter declares.
"Then we will move it to the room next to ours."
I smile, I have abandoned any hope of planning for the new arrival, only contributing to lessen the extreme measures he goes to, like banning swords from Cair Paravel or within 100 yards of the baby (I slowly convinced him to allow swords, but it took a while and many clever ideas and excuses).
"What?" Peter laughs as he sees me shaking my head.
"You," I smile.
"What about me?" he laughs again, coming closer to me.
"You just make me smile," I shake my head even more.
"Well, would you care to share why I make you smile?" he interrogates me playfully, leaning his hands on the arms of my chair and towering over me, almost touching his forehead against mine.
I burst out into laughter and cover my face with my hands as Peter crosses his eyes and sticks out his tongue. He laughs with me and kneels on the ground in front of me, setting his head in my lap as we continue our laughing fit.
"I hope I find a love just like theirs," I hear Lucy sigh to Susan as our giggles subside and we calm ourselves.
"That kind of love is very rare, but I'm sure you'll find your own kind of love Lu, everyone's is different," Susan tells her sister.
Peter looks at me and takes my chin in his pointer finger and thumb and pulls me down to his lips. My fingers run down his cheeks and rest on his neck. We look at each other and our noses touch lightly and his hands rub my hands as they set on his neck.
"You have no idea how much I love you," he whispers.
"You have no clue how much I love you," I say quietly, pecking his lips.
He smiles and kisses my jaw and pulls me to my feet. His arm slides around my waist and we walk to our balcony. The sun rises high above us and warms my face. Peter's arms slide from behind me and rest around my waist Soft tingles run up and down my body.
"Peter," I say, turning my head towards his as he rests his on my shoulder.
"Hmm?" he responds, kissing my shoulder softly.
"What shall we name the baby?" I ask.
"Anything you like, I leave that up to you love," he whispers, kissing up my shoulder onto my neck, following up to my jaw.
"We should decide together though," I tell him.
"Whatever you like," he says, sliding his hands around and resting them on my stomach.
His easy-going attitude frustrates me, almost enrages me, but I calm myself and fall victim to his tender kisses and loving pets of affection. I set my hands on his arms as he tightens his grip on me and presses his lips to my ear.
"I love you," he whispers.
"And I love you Peter," I smile.
Sorry it's so short guys! I had writers block and I just had enough for this much!! :) Love you all!!:) <3<3
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I'm in Love With The King
RomanceWhat if you were all alone. All you had were people that weren't even human. Then out of nowhere came a handsome, dashing, strong young man. But all you can think about is the spell that was cast on you after your parents were killed by Telemarines...
