darker_london | Life affirming sleepy ex-priest (Deirdre, Peter)

What she was doing was weird. Deirdre knew that. She also didn't give a shit.

She had been violated and now she was pregnant as a product of that violation and it disgusted her and intrigued her in equal measure. Baby? Maybe... Her girlfriends still didn't know. And Deirdre didn't know how to tell them. Deirdre didn't feel there was enough of her left to love, but she knew the one person who would never be affected by that was Peter Kemp.

So she walked into his front door, well aware of the security codes so no alarms were set off. She made her way straight up to his bedroom and she opened the door cautiously. She'd done it before, sneaking into Peter's bedroom to sleep in his bed because he was like her father and she felt so safe with him. He hadn't been married then, however...

Still, Peter seemed quite alone in the room. Deirdre could sense him before she could see him. And she didn't sense anyone else in there. Peter was actually asleep for the first time in quite awhile. The demonic presence in the room woke him though, without Deirdre having to do so herself. "MurhghehDeirdre?" Peter sat up, hoping like hell it was his Deirdre, otherwise he was very screwed.

"Peter." Deirdre walked over to the bed, where she could make out his face in the dim light. "Where's Aly?"

"Jacinta and Edward's. They want visit grandbabies. Mmm. Sleepy. Hi. You...are you alright?" Peter's sleepy face took on a look of worry as well.

Deirdre bit her lip and then tears sprang to the corners of her eyes as she shook her head no. "I'm so lost."

Peter frowned and he ran a sleepy hand through his bed-ruffled hair. "We could talk. With coffee." Coffee was important if there was to be talking because he was so tired he'd actually been dreaming about sleeping...

It warmed Deirdre's heart that Peter was clearly exhausted but instead of telling her to fuck off so he could go back to sleep, he was offering to talk to her when she'd shown up randomly in the middle of the night. Wow. She couldn't let him do it though, he did have seven kids to take care of... "I talk too much." Deirdre said, which was really the truth...

"I like your words." Peter smiled at her, reaching for her hand. "Deirdre...do you want to sleep here?"

"Is...that okay?" Deirdre looked nervous. She didn't want Aly to kick her arse, sure Deirdre was a demon, but Aly was Aly. "Aly won't mind?"

Peter shook his head. "Aly's good. Good lady. Mm. Come in the bed for sleeping." Peter scooted over so Deirdre could climb in beside him, which she did, instantly cuddling up by his side. She let out a sigh of relief. It was impossible to be cuddled up to Peter Kemp and not feel safer. He just exuded that. And Love.

Deirdre let out a little sigh. "I told Pierre. About...angelbaby. And I still don't know what to do. Except I know I need Peter."

"Peter's here. Mostly." Peter whispered into her hair. "And he loves you." Peter couldn't tell her what to do, but he could be there for her. And dammit, he was.

"Right now, Peter? That's sort of the best thing I have going for me." Deirdre admitted and then she fell silent until the sound of Peter's incredibly impressive snores reached her ears and made her smile despite everything. Because he was still there. He'd been through so much including dying and he was still Peter. If he could do that again and again and again, Deirdre could too, dammit.