By Friday, Peter was feeling a little better. Well enough to let Deirdre and Tasha serve him breakfast in bed, which he managed to keep down. And once he was finished with that, he reached out for the now familiar box of 'Dear Virginia' letters his mother had sent to her best friend back before she had married Peter's father. They were fascinating to read, and Peter was looking forward to another installment of them.
( Pre-wedding Jitters )
( Pre-wedding Jitters )