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Peter Petrelli #2 - Heroes

Peter Petrelli: The Rain

A/N: Thanks so much Whovian3135 (https://www.wattpad.com/user/Whovian3135) for requesting!! Love me some Peter Petrelli XD. But in all seriousness, I'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted. You did request something about a pregnant reader and Peter holding his newborn kid but and maybe I can do something more like that later, but I go more where the writing takes me so you only got a little of that and I'm sorry.

Honestly, this turned out, well, kinda sadder than what I originally planned, but I'm rolling with it.

AND I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG.

(Y/N) = Your Name. (L/N): Last Name.

Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or anything relating to it.

You had fallen in love.

And we're talking head over heels, walking on sunshine in love.

And he was...and interesting man. A puppy, at least when you first met him.

It was raining the day you met, pouring actually, and you had gone without an umbrella. So you were probably looking like a particularly unattractive drowned rat that day, your hair plastered to your face and part of your mascara running. And with how repulsive you felt you looked you were incredibly surprised to have such a good looking man run up to you and hold an umbrella over your head.

"Thank you!" you called over the sounds of the pelting rain and rushing cars. "You don't have to do this."

"Sure I do," he grinned lopsidedly at you, brown eyes twinkling and hair also plastered against his face. "Can't let a beautiful woman walk drenched in the rain now can I?"

You chuckled, blushing lightly. "Sure you could. But you aren't, and I appreciate that. What's your name?"

"Peter Petrelli. And yours?"

"(Y/N) (L/N)."

"(Y/N) huh...Well it's wonderful to meet you."

"You as well, Peter."

Now to say that your first date was as romantic as your meeting would be a complete and blatant lie. That Peter guy that you met in the rain? Well, you got his number and started talking and then eventually he asked you out.

You were waiting at a new sushi restaurant in New York, happily knowing that you arrived slightly early. He had reserved a table for the pair of you, so you were waiting in your cute new dress and shoes for him to arrive.

And you waited.

And you waited.

This should've been the first sign for you.

You waited there for roughly an hour and a half before you gave up, the waitress that had been bringing you wine giving you a sympathetic look as you left.

Asshole. This is the last goddamned time I trust an attractive man-

The harsh ring of your phone interrupted your thoughts, just as it began to rain again. Maybe the rain was a sign, you'd never know.

"Hello?" you answered questioningly.

"Miss (L/N)?" and unfamiliar voice asked.