Peter was sitting in his room with Baby Thomas in his lap. He was also researching the Great Fire of London, because even though the fire he'd seen in his dream was obviously meant to happen now and now 1666, he thought there might be something in there he was supposed to get. Names, dates, places...sometimes the dreams were obscure like that. While he read, he bounced Thomas in his lap while the baby made excited, happy noises. "Eugh. Burned alive!? I mean..." Peter looked down at his infant son. "Cuddled alive. That's what I meant... Oh bugger it, you didn't understand anyway, right?"
( Not ALL family are so wonderful... )
( Not ALL family are so wonderful... )