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Peter and Aly's anniversary had been everything they'd been hoping it would be. Peter had surprised Aly with breakfast in bed that he didn't make. Liz had helped with that. And then they had taken a bath together...which had dissolved in to raunchiness as it always did. And when they had emerged from the bathroom, quite happy and giddy, their children had spoiled Aly with birthday presents. Aly was completely over the moon that she'd been able to have a wedding anniversary, and the fact that it was on her birthday was the best present she could ever have anticipated receiving.
When it was finally time for Peter and Aly to head out on their date, they kissed and their children, David, Christina and William...and Rosa goodbye and then they set out, hand in hand. The restaurant was lovely and Peter was just enjoying gazing at his wife from across the table. She looked absolutely incredible all lit up by candlelight. So of course, he told her. "You're beautiful." He said with a gentle smile. "So beautiful."
"Thank you!" Aly leaned down and she kissed Peter's hands.
"Always." Peter disentangled one of his hands and he reached for his pocket. "I got you lots of presents, but this one I think...this one will mean the most." He handed her a flat envelope and Aly squealed immediately. She knew what it was without even opening it.
"Oh, Peter! Thank you!" She ripped the envelope open anyway though, because she needed to know the dates. Two plane tickets to Valencia were contained within, the date about a month from now. "It's perfect. Absolutely perfect. Peter....thank you."
"Of course, Beautiful." He went to pull out the next present, but his phone rang and he pulled that out instead. He frowned, seeing the number as 'Kat's house'. "It's Kat." He said softly.
Instead of doing the typical thing and being annoyed, Aly leaned forward. "Answer it, Darling..."
Peter did so. "Kat, are you okay?"
"Er...it's Ethan actually..." Ethan said, sounding quite less than okay. "Uhm...I'm really sorry to interrupt you."
"It's Ethan." Peter explained to Aly. "That's okay, Ethan. Is something wrong?" All at once, his heart was pounding in his chest. God, if something had happened to Kat-
"Well...yes, I think so. I have no clue what's going on but...uhm...sir...Bianca's here."
Peter blinked. "What happened to Bianca?" He didn't understand. Of course Bianca was there, she lived there.
"No. No, not Bianca my daughter. Bianca Whitney."
Peter's eyes widened and he gripped Aly's hand more tightly. "Uhm...oh." His cousin. His dead cousin. He had turned white and he turned to Aly, probably the most apologetic look possible plastered across his face. "Aly. Bianca. Bianca Whitney."
Aly's eyes widened too and without Peter having to say anything, she tucked the plane tickets in to her pocket and rose from the table. "Let's go, Honey."
Peter rose too, kissing her forehead. He mouthed 'thank you' before returning to his phone conversation. "Is she okay?"
"She's...sort of as confused as we are. Do you understand this?"
"No." Peter said honestly, dropping an extraordinarily large amount of money on the table to make up for the lost business and then holding the door open so Aly could walk out in front of him. "But I can. Is she well enough to meet me at home? Or I could come get her?"
"I think the meeting you at home thing would be good.." That would give them all time to sort their heads out. "So...thank you?"
"You're welcome, Ethan." Peter hung up the phone and he blew out his breath. "There's something fishy about this. Rolf wouldn't bring Bianca back. Spectre isn't here...Rhianwyn wouldn't know how..."
Aly took Peter's arm. "Honey...we'll figure it out when we see her. And we will make it okay."
Peter nodded. God he hoped so.
Peter and Aly surprised everyone when they arrived home early, but that wasn't the biggest shock in store. Aly went immediately to David's side and Peter glanced at his children, wondering if it was really okay for them to see Bianca. "Uhm...Rosa? Could you take the kids upstairs please?"
"OKAY!" Rosa said happily.
"They can watch a movie or something..."
Rosa nodded. "Good movie for kids!" And she bundled the kids upstairs, leaving the rest of them alone in the living room.
When it was finally time for Peter and Aly to head out on their date, they kissed and their children, David, Christina and William...and Rosa goodbye and then they set out, hand in hand. The restaurant was lovely and Peter was just enjoying gazing at his wife from across the table. She looked absolutely incredible all lit up by candlelight. So of course, he told her. "You're beautiful." He said with a gentle smile. "So beautiful."
"Thank you!" Aly leaned down and she kissed Peter's hands.
"Always." Peter disentangled one of his hands and he reached for his pocket. "I got you lots of presents, but this one I think...this one will mean the most." He handed her a flat envelope and Aly squealed immediately. She knew what it was without even opening it.
"Oh, Peter! Thank you!" She ripped the envelope open anyway though, because she needed to know the dates. Two plane tickets to Valencia were contained within, the date about a month from now. "It's perfect. Absolutely perfect. Peter....thank you."
"Of course, Beautiful." He went to pull out the next present, but his phone rang and he pulled that out instead. He frowned, seeing the number as 'Kat's house'. "It's Kat." He said softly.
Instead of doing the typical thing and being annoyed, Aly leaned forward. "Answer it, Darling..."
Peter did so. "Kat, are you okay?"
"Er...it's Ethan actually..." Ethan said, sounding quite less than okay. "Uhm...I'm really sorry to interrupt you."
"It's Ethan." Peter explained to Aly. "That's okay, Ethan. Is something wrong?" All at once, his heart was pounding in his chest. God, if something had happened to Kat-
"Well...yes, I think so. I have no clue what's going on but...uhm...sir...Bianca's here."
Peter blinked. "What happened to Bianca?" He didn't understand. Of course Bianca was there, she lived there.
"No. No, not Bianca my daughter. Bianca Whitney."
Peter's eyes widened and he gripped Aly's hand more tightly. "Uhm...oh." His cousin. His dead cousin. He had turned white and he turned to Aly, probably the most apologetic look possible plastered across his face. "Aly. Bianca. Bianca Whitney."
Aly's eyes widened too and without Peter having to say anything, she tucked the plane tickets in to her pocket and rose from the table. "Let's go, Honey."
Peter rose too, kissing her forehead. He mouthed 'thank you' before returning to his phone conversation. "Is she okay?"
"She's...sort of as confused as we are. Do you understand this?"
"No." Peter said honestly, dropping an extraordinarily large amount of money on the table to make up for the lost business and then holding the door open so Aly could walk out in front of him. "But I can. Is she well enough to meet me at home? Or I could come get her?"
"I think the meeting you at home thing would be good.." That would give them all time to sort their heads out. "So...thank you?"
"You're welcome, Ethan." Peter hung up the phone and he blew out his breath. "There's something fishy about this. Rolf wouldn't bring Bianca back. Spectre isn't here...Rhianwyn wouldn't know how..."
Aly took Peter's arm. "Honey...we'll figure it out when we see her. And we will make it okay."
Peter nodded. God he hoped so.
Peter and Aly surprised everyone when they arrived home early, but that wasn't the biggest shock in store. Aly went immediately to David's side and Peter glanced at his children, wondering if it was really okay for them to see Bianca. "Uhm...Rosa? Could you take the kids upstairs please?"
"OKAY!" Rosa said happily.
"They can watch a movie or something..."
Rosa nodded. "Good movie for kids!" And she bundled the kids upstairs, leaving the rest of them alone in the living room.
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