Worry (Peter, Aly, Baby Thomas)
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darker_londonPeter was getting a headache from looking at books and papers. Researching was something he excelled at, but everyone had limits for everything. And while Peter desperately wanted to help his best friend, he also knew Thomas well. And if Thomas knew Peter had had his nose stuck in a book all night, he would have chastised Peter in his uniquely Thomas way. So Peter took a break. A baby break, because he felt like he needed something to bring him joy.
He was lying on the floor with his head propped up on a pillow and his son stretched out on his probably slightly uncomfortable stomach. Peter would lift Baby Thomas into the air and grin and say excitedly, "Thomas, you're flying! Look at you! Up in the air!" And he'd move him around a little, simulating flying, as Thomas squealed with glee. And then Peter would make Thomas gently 'crash land' back on his stomach. Peter loved it when Thomas laid his head down against his chest, absolutely relaxed. A sign of trust and security. It made Peter feel good that he could offer that after he'd so sorely failed at offering it for Lydia in the first 10 years of her life. Peter leaned up to kiss his son's head with a smile. "You, my son, are the perfect remedy for a slightly dented soul." Peter said softly.
"Dada!" Thomas shouted happily, picking his head up to smile at his father.
"That's right. Daddy's soul. Daddy loves you!" Peter kissed Thomas's nose and Thomas reached for Peter's hair cheerfully.
Aly walked around the corner and she leaned against the doorframe. She was feeling terribly, but she couldn't help but smile anyway. "Ah, my little trouble makers..." She said fondly. And then she made her way to the sofa.
Peter sat up, relocating Thomas to his lap, though he made sure that Thomas could still reach his hair, because his son did love playing with it so much and who was he to deprive him of that. "I'm not a trouble maker!"
"Are you saying Thomas is?" Aly said, stretching out languidly on the sofa.
"Well, he can't defend himself yet. So I'm leaving it open to interpretation." Peter said with a naughty little grin. "Are you feeling alright, Beautiful?" She looked slightly pale, and with the normally dark colour of her skin, that was slightly alarming.
"I'm a little under the weather, but at least I wasn't up all night." Aly deflected easily.
"Right..." Peter inched across the floor oddly in order to keep Thomas in his lap, and when he finally reached the sofa, Aly was giving him a very odd look. She kissed him anyway, which he was glad for. "Do you think you should take a nap?"
"Just woke up from one. I think you should take a nap, Mr Research. Abby's here now. You're not the only one taking care of Thomas. I know how important he is to you. He's important to me too. But you can't help him if you'r-"
"I know." Peter nodded, holding his son tightly to him. "Aly...are you sure you're alright?" Once again, he was throwing himself into research to avoid the inevitable end her pregnancy would bring. "Really, really sure?"
Aly's first two pregnancies had been trouble free. She'd been morning sick all of five times combined. And aside from the whole...heart attack upon the end of the last one, she'd sailed through them. And she'd loved being pregnant. But with this one, she'd been constantly ill for the entirety of the first trimester. So ill, that they'd had to bring in someone else to help with the children because while Peter was sick too, she couldn't do it by herself when every movement made her vomit. She'd miscarried one of the twins. And even now not a day went by that she didn't feel sick or run down in some way. It was a constant struggle and for the first time ever, she couldn't wait until it was over. And she knew Peter worried. How could he not, after what had happened last time. But her body and health had been horribly compromised thanks to one girl's thirst for revenge. Feeling like shite was to be expected. She reached out to touch his shoulder lightly. "I'm fine, my Darling. But I promise you if I continue to feel ill, I'll see my doctor, alright? You don't have to worry."
"But I do." Peter kissed her again with a little frown.
"I know." Aly reached out to caress her son's head and Thomas twisted around, holding his arms out to his mother who obliged by picking him up and snuggling him close to her. Peter leaned his head against the sofa and Aly looked down at him. "Which is why I'll make sure I'm taken care of. Angie is here. She's wonderful. Tasha is probably around too, somewhere, or she will be soon. And I can ring David, or my parents, or anyone at Vic Lane if I need something. Go, Darling. Sleep."
"O-kay." Peter pouted, but he lifted his head to kiss Aly's forehead and then Thomas's as well. "But if something happens you wake me up!"
"I promise." Aly stood to go find Angie now, so she wasn't alone. Peter sighed and dragged himself up to his bedroom to try and sleep. But sleep didn't find him. He was worried about Adrian and Aly and Thomas and so many others, and his mind just couldn't relax.
He was lying on the floor with his head propped up on a pillow and his son stretched out on his probably slightly uncomfortable stomach. Peter would lift Baby Thomas into the air and grin and say excitedly, "Thomas, you're flying! Look at you! Up in the air!" And he'd move him around a little, simulating flying, as Thomas squealed with glee. And then Peter would make Thomas gently 'crash land' back on his stomach. Peter loved it when Thomas laid his head down against his chest, absolutely relaxed. A sign of trust and security. It made Peter feel good that he could offer that after he'd so sorely failed at offering it for Lydia in the first 10 years of her life. Peter leaned up to kiss his son's head with a smile. "You, my son, are the perfect remedy for a slightly dented soul." Peter said softly.
"Dada!" Thomas shouted happily, picking his head up to smile at his father.
"That's right. Daddy's soul. Daddy loves you!" Peter kissed Thomas's nose and Thomas reached for Peter's hair cheerfully.
Aly walked around the corner and she leaned against the doorframe. She was feeling terribly, but she couldn't help but smile anyway. "Ah, my little trouble makers..." She said fondly. And then she made her way to the sofa.
Peter sat up, relocating Thomas to his lap, though he made sure that Thomas could still reach his hair, because his son did love playing with it so much and who was he to deprive him of that. "I'm not a trouble maker!"
"Are you saying Thomas is?" Aly said, stretching out languidly on the sofa.
"Well, he can't defend himself yet. So I'm leaving it open to interpretation." Peter said with a naughty little grin. "Are you feeling alright, Beautiful?" She looked slightly pale, and with the normally dark colour of her skin, that was slightly alarming.
"I'm a little under the weather, but at least I wasn't up all night." Aly deflected easily.
"Right..." Peter inched across the floor oddly in order to keep Thomas in his lap, and when he finally reached the sofa, Aly was giving him a very odd look. She kissed him anyway, which he was glad for. "Do you think you should take a nap?"
"Just woke up from one. I think you should take a nap, Mr Research. Abby's here now. You're not the only one taking care of Thomas. I know how important he is to you. He's important to me too. But you can't help him if you'r-"
"I know." Peter nodded, holding his son tightly to him. "Aly...are you sure you're alright?" Once again, he was throwing himself into research to avoid the inevitable end her pregnancy would bring. "Really, really sure?"
Aly's first two pregnancies had been trouble free. She'd been morning sick all of five times combined. And aside from the whole...heart attack upon the end of the last one, she'd sailed through them. And she'd loved being pregnant. But with this one, she'd been constantly ill for the entirety of the first trimester. So ill, that they'd had to bring in someone else to help with the children because while Peter was sick too, she couldn't do it by herself when every movement made her vomit. She'd miscarried one of the twins. And even now not a day went by that she didn't feel sick or run down in some way. It was a constant struggle and for the first time ever, she couldn't wait until it was over. And she knew Peter worried. How could he not, after what had happened last time. But her body and health had been horribly compromised thanks to one girl's thirst for revenge. Feeling like shite was to be expected. She reached out to touch his shoulder lightly. "I'm fine, my Darling. But I promise you if I continue to feel ill, I'll see my doctor, alright? You don't have to worry."
"But I do." Peter kissed her again with a little frown.
"I know." Aly reached out to caress her son's head and Thomas twisted around, holding his arms out to his mother who obliged by picking him up and snuggling him close to her. Peter leaned his head against the sofa and Aly looked down at him. "Which is why I'll make sure I'm taken care of. Angie is here. She's wonderful. Tasha is probably around too, somewhere, or she will be soon. And I can ring David, or my parents, or anyone at Vic Lane if I need something. Go, Darling. Sleep."
"O-kay." Peter pouted, but he lifted his head to kiss Aly's forehead and then Thomas's as well. "But if something happens you wake me up!"
"I promise." Aly stood to go find Angie now, so she wasn't alone. Peter sighed and dragged himself up to his bedroom to try and sleep. But sleep didn't find him. He was worried about Adrian and Aly and Thomas and so many others, and his mind just couldn't relax.
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