I'll watch over you (Peter, Aly)
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darker_londonAly's return home had been quite exhausting, but waking up in Peter's arms had made everything worth it. Despite a full night of sleep, Aly had still been tired, so Peter had let her sleep in, rising himself to send the kids off to school before watching over little Thomas and Lauren.
Aly eventually finally rose in the early afternoon, thanks to a rather insistent stomach she knew she had to listen to telling her she needed to eat some form of brunch. Aly looked beside her where Peter usually took up half the bed. There was a note on the pillow and she reached for it slowly, holding it up so she could read it.
My Aly,
Waking up next to you has made my very life worthwhile. I love you with everything in my heart. And if you're still asleep by three, I'm waking you up and feeding you bonbons.
Love,
Peter
Aly chuckled and she glanced at the clock. It read 1:43 pm. She was tempted to stay in bed just to see what he would do, but she could read between the lines, even though he had been being sweet. He had been letting her know she couldn't get away with not eating. And for that, she was grateful.
Aly rose and she brushed her teeth and ran a brush through her hair. She made her way downstairs, still in her flannel pajamas because she couldn't be bothered with more. Peter was in the kitchen feeding Lauren who didn't look like she was cooperating. Baby Thomas was in his playpen, happily chattering to himself. When Aly entered, Thomas pointed at her and announced, "Mama!" to the room. Peter turned and he grinned at her.
"Lauren thinks I like to wear her Spaghetti O's. Aren't I lucky?" He waved Lauren's tiny spoon at her and Lauren made a noise of protest. "Alright, Daddy's sorry!" Peter quickly reloaded the spoon and fed it to the small girl.
"It is your colour." Aly commented, amused. She stepped over and planted kisses on Thomas', Lauren's and Peter's heads. "Thank you for letting me sleep in. And for the note."
"You're welcome, Beautiful." Peter scraped the last of the Spaghetti O's into the spoon and he fed them to Lauren. "All gone! All gone, see!" He showed her the bowl and then he grabbed a towel to wipe off his face as well as hers. "Come see Daddy, we'll read a book and then you are taking a nap, Little Darling." Peter picked up the tiny girl and he planted kisses all over her face. "She's doing so much better with you here. Look." Lauren was smiling. She didn't do that often, and Aly was quite surprised to know that she was someone who could bring it about.
"I'm glad." Aly glanced at the fridge and then she bit her lip. "I'm just going to make some lunch, I think..."
Peter glanced at her and he nodded quietly. Peter had always been wonderful with unspoken communication, and Aly didn't feel like saying it, but she needed him to stay there. She wasn't strong enough yet and she needed him to watch her to make sure she actually fixed food for herself and then ate it. Peter leaned against the kitchen bench and he pretended to be absorbed in talking to his daughter while she played with his hair, and Aly was able to act like things were normal, even if they weren't. It was a relief, because too much focus on it, and Aly wouldn't have been able to cope. If she had had to ask...well, she never would have asked. But because her husband knew her well enough to understand with just a glance, she could cope. With Peter watching over her, quiet and kind, she was going to be okay.
Aly eventually finally rose in the early afternoon, thanks to a rather insistent stomach she knew she had to listen to telling her she needed to eat some form of brunch. Aly looked beside her where Peter usually took up half the bed. There was a note on the pillow and she reached for it slowly, holding it up so she could read it.
My Aly,
Waking up next to you has made my very life worthwhile. I love you with everything in my heart. And if you're still asleep by three, I'm waking you up and feeding you bonbons.
Love,
Peter
Aly chuckled and she glanced at the clock. It read 1:43 pm. She was tempted to stay in bed just to see what he would do, but she could read between the lines, even though he had been being sweet. He had been letting her know she couldn't get away with not eating. And for that, she was grateful.
Aly rose and she brushed her teeth and ran a brush through her hair. She made her way downstairs, still in her flannel pajamas because she couldn't be bothered with more. Peter was in the kitchen feeding Lauren who didn't look like she was cooperating. Baby Thomas was in his playpen, happily chattering to himself. When Aly entered, Thomas pointed at her and announced, "Mama!" to the room. Peter turned and he grinned at her.
"Lauren thinks I like to wear her Spaghetti O's. Aren't I lucky?" He waved Lauren's tiny spoon at her and Lauren made a noise of protest. "Alright, Daddy's sorry!" Peter quickly reloaded the spoon and fed it to the small girl.
"It is your colour." Aly commented, amused. She stepped over and planted kisses on Thomas', Lauren's and Peter's heads. "Thank you for letting me sleep in. And for the note."
"You're welcome, Beautiful." Peter scraped the last of the Spaghetti O's into the spoon and he fed them to Lauren. "All gone! All gone, see!" He showed her the bowl and then he grabbed a towel to wipe off his face as well as hers. "Come see Daddy, we'll read a book and then you are taking a nap, Little Darling." Peter picked up the tiny girl and he planted kisses all over her face. "She's doing so much better with you here. Look." Lauren was smiling. She didn't do that often, and Aly was quite surprised to know that she was someone who could bring it about.
"I'm glad." Aly glanced at the fridge and then she bit her lip. "I'm just going to make some lunch, I think..."
Peter glanced at her and he nodded quietly. Peter had always been wonderful with unspoken communication, and Aly didn't feel like saying it, but she needed him to stay there. She wasn't strong enough yet and she needed him to watch her to make sure she actually fixed food for herself and then ate it. Peter leaned against the kitchen bench and he pretended to be absorbed in talking to his daughter while she played with his hair, and Aly was able to act like things were normal, even if they weren't. It was a relief, because too much focus on it, and Aly wouldn't have been able to cope. If she had had to ask...well, she never would have asked. But because her husband knew her well enough to understand with just a glance, she could cope. With Peter watching over her, quiet and kind, she was going to be okay.
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