Precautions (Peter, Aly, Amadeo, Lydia and Lauren)

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Peter was sitting in his living room, reading over his notes from his translations and adding more notes to his notes, something he did often though it didn't make anything easier to read. He looked slightly dwarfed by the huge blue chair he was sitting in, but since they were in the living room and not as his desk, it was the best he was going to get without walking upstairs. And that took effort.

"Ow! Oh, Sweetie, don't bite Mummy's tit." Aly crooned to her daughter she was busy breastfeeding. "That's daddy's job."

Peter looked up at his wife, bemused. "I do not bite. I nibble." And then Peter turned back to his notes. "The technique is entirely different, I assure you."

Aly chuckled. "Well, whatever your technique, it works for me."

"Good to know!" Peter exclaimed. "I can draw you a diagram if you want." He added, teasingly.

"I hardly need a diagram."

"Aww, I wanted to draw your tits." Peter looked up at Aly and frowned, just as Lydia took that inopportune moment to enter the room.

"Real nice, Dad." Lydia said, giving him a cheeky grin as she leaned over the back of the sofa. "Excellent example you're setting."

"You know to be fair...I..I did not know you would hear me..." Peter protested, causing both Aly and Lydia to giggle.

"Isn't it dangerous territory anyway?" Lydia asked, her eyebrows raised. "What if you draw them wrong and Mum is sad because you see her tits differently than she sees them?"

"I...did not think of that." Peter blinked. "Women are scary things..."

Lydia nodded and then she patted Aly on the shoulder. "There's a phone call for you, Dad. I think it's Rolf's brother.

Peter stood immediately, and he went for the phone, kissing Lydia's head as he went. When he picked up the receiver, Peter found that he needed a moment to collect himself before asking, "Amadeo? What is it?"

"Peter. They're coming. Kayin and Aybelle are coming. I had a dream. We need to be ready."

Peter straightened up and he leaned against the wall, frowning. "Now? They're...coming now?"

"I think it's just the first strike, Peter. Taking care of unfinished business." Like him, for instance. "But they won't waste time. It's not like them."

"Fuck. Thanks, Amadeo." Peter hung up the phone and then he wandered back into the living room. "Aly...I want you to take the kids to Spain."

"But...Peter, their school doesn't finish for another week." Aly looked at him, confused.

"I know. But Amadeo knows these demons who had been helping take out the towns and he had a dream. They're coming. Please, Aly..."

Aly nodded, and she stood then, Lauren in her arms. "Alright, Peter. We'll go. But if this looks like it's going to go bad, you have to join us." Aly's tone invited no arguments, and Peter glanced to Lydia beside her, who was looking at him pleadingly. She didn't want to lose her daddy.

Peter nodded. "I will." He said, and then he moved to kiss her cheek. "I love you. Do you want me to help pack?"

"Peter, you couldn't pack a suitcase if you life depended on it. Hold Lauren." Aly handed Peter his youngest daughter and she gave him a slight smile before heading up the stairs. "Come on, Lydia. Let's help the kids pack first."

Peter watched them go and then he hugged Lauren close. She cooed against his cheek and he kissed her head. "It'll be alright, Baby." He soothed, hoping he was right. "It's all going to be alright."