Christmas Eve (Peter, Open to anyone)

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The party was beautiful. Peter was surrounded by the people he loved, and he couldn't think of anything better than that. After the year he'd had, finding he had terminal cancer, losing the battle and his memories along with it, his death, the Templar...everything. It meant so much just to be here. Just to be with them.

Peter smiled to himself as he saw Lavannah, dressed exquisitely in a red satin dress, dancing with her baby brother William in her arms, Gavin on the other side of her. They both looked so damn happy, and it made Peter happy to see. The Montgomerys were there, fussing over Aly who was quite pregnant by now, and Christina and David as well because what Jacinta did best was fuss. The Littletons were there, mingling and speaking with Spectre. The children were off playing with Peter's somewhere with the exception of Anna who was dancing on Tamm's feet. Deirdre was getting quite drunk, laughing with her girls and Alessa and Kat. Hope was clinging to Tasha, but she was here. Fiona too, though she was spending most of her time with Pierre or Zoe or with Hope and Tasha. And that was just fine. Peter just wanted them all to be happy. He smiled a Joanne and Emilio and Jean. Rosa was running about the place with mistletoe in her hand, trying to get everyone ever to kiss her under it. Dimitri and Sergei were laughing with a pleased looking Rhianwyn. People just looked happy.

And then the door opened again, and Paul walked in carrying his daughter Dahlia, followed by two young women. "So sorry we're late, Peter!" Paul said, breathless.

"No matter." Peter said kindly, hugging Paul tightly, careful to avoid squishing his daughter. Then he froze as he looked at the two girls with him. One was the prostitute Paul had sent him to pay the protection money for on Dwyer Street. The one who had seen he didn't belong in that place in three seconds flat. Interesting. "Hello?"

"This is Lorelei and Layla." Paul said, stepping back to stand between them. "Girls, this is my good friend, Peter Kemp."

"Hi!" Lorelei said, recognising Peter instantly. She gave him a little wink and Peter went red.

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Peter tried not to frown, and he managed to force a smile onto his face for Layla. "It was my mother's house." He said simply, looking around it with disinterest. It kept them warm, that was what mattered.

Lorelei raised her eyebrows. "My mum didn't leave me shit. Lucky you."

Peter bit his lip and then he nodded. "I...I am that..."

Rosa grinned and then she pranced over to Jean. "Rosa make not lonely!" She announced and she kissed him full on the lips, and then she patted him on the head. "All better!" She decided. Emilio spit his tea back into his mug, which was completely uncouth.

Lavinia gave Tristan a warm hug because she always did that, and Abby smiled and waved at him. "Hi, Tristan, good to see you." She said gently. Joe and Adam were hanging back, but they waved and smiled as well.

Ellie was with Renee, Kait and Deirdre, watching Deirdre get smashed and occasionally break into song. She really was very cute. "Why does she look quite racy?" Ellie asked Renee, in a voice that sounded more innocent than she really was.

Hope was clinging to Tasha, when she was overcome with a coughing fit. Liz, who had been sitting on a sofa, cuddling her wife, immediately stood and headed for her daughter. "Hope, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Mum..." Hope nodded, in between coughs.