I am allowing them sweetness before... (Peter, Aly)

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Morning always came too soon, Peter decided. By the time he'd risen, Aly was already humming around the room, putting Thomas down for a nap. Once she'd accomplished that, she walked back into the bedroom and smiled at Peter who was rubbing sleepy eyes as he stumbled out of the bathroom and back towards the bed. "One baby sleeps, the other awakes." Aly said with a wink.

"Haha 'm sleepy." Peter mumbled. He had a headache and he had just woken up. Still, he changed his course from the bed to his wife and he wrapped his arms around her. "Mmm. Aly make better." He buried his face in her sweet smelling hair and shivered as she ran her hands up his mostly healed back.

"What do you have to do today, Darling?" She asked, pulling away slightly so she could look at him.

"Uh...things." Brain worked slower before breakfast. "Have to deliver some things to the hospital. Oh god, I have to do accounts." Aly chuckled and he looked into her eyes. "I have to kiss you." He leaned forward and caught her lips in a soft kiss.

"Mmm, I like that one best. Even if you do taste toothpasty."

"I like the accounts best, myself." Peter said, heading over to the bed so he could pull his socks on.

"Oh yes. Numbers totally do it for me too." She spotted a small plastic shopping bag over by the closet and she headed over towards it. She hadn't noticed it yesterday, but she knew that Peter usually bought her a present when he went shopping. She picked up the bag and pulled out a Bounty chocolate bar, which was undoubtedly for her, and a- "Peter...why do you have a Playboy? She held the nudie magazine aloft and raised her eyebrows. "Are you really feeling that neglected?"

Peter paused mid sock pull. "Oh. No. That vampire we had transferred to the hospital wanted it." Peter replied easily, not embarrassed in the least because it was true, after all. "He's a complete arsehole, but he's not crazy. I feel bad for him, because there's nothing to do." No one to do, either, which was more the point anyway.

"So you bought him pictures of busty ladies?" Aly carried the magazine over to him, an amused expression on her face.

"Well he asked for them, it wouldn't have been my first thought." That wasn't exactly true, since he'd been worried that Gareth would ask for exactly that. But he certainly wouldn't have provided a magazine with naked women in it, had it not been requested.

"Ah. Can I look at it?!" She asked with a wicked grin.

Peter finished pulling his sock up and then it was his turn to raise his eyebrows. "Did you just ask me permission to look at a magazine full of naked women? Because I don't care."

"You want to look at it with me?!" Aly jumped on to the bed beside him and flipped the magazine open to the centerfold.

"No!" Peter jumped off the bed and covered his eyes.

Aly cackled. "Peter, you are so weird. Oh god...her breasts are all kinds of fake." Aly turned the page.

"W..what?"

"Well if you're not going to look, you won't know, will you?" Peter opened his fingers and he peered through them slightly. "Nice." Aly turned the page again. "God...she's gorgeous." Aly turned the magazine around so she could see it at a better angle. "Do you think I should shave like that?"

Peter closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. "I think I shouldn't answer that question, because it sounds eerily like one of those things women ask to try to trap men into getting themselves in trouble so they have an excuse not to sleep with their husbands all the time."

Aly laughed so hard she nearly dropped the magazine. "And in what world would you think I would want an excuse like that?" Aly said, still snickering.

"I suppose you have a point there. I'm still not answering. You do whatever you want."

Aly grinned and went back to the magazine. "Oh goodness. She's really flexible."

"You are driving me mad!" Peter practically squealed.

"Why don't you come look with me?"

"Because it's...voyeurism? I don't know. I never looked at one before. And when Deirdre tried to show me porn, I had to excuse myself after 30 seconds because it was so depressing."

"You're not like other men, Peter." Aly put down the magazine and then she rose so she could push Peter towards the bed. Then, once he'd sat down, she climbed into his lap and kissed his forehead. "Can you come with me to the doctor's today too?"

Peter kissed Aly's nose. "Absolutely, Beautiful. What's today?"

"We get to hear their heartbeats." She looked enchanted, and Peter leaned forward to kiss her again.

"I can't wait." He slipped his arms around her hips and pulled her forward.

"Me either. We should think of names!" Aly said excitedly. "Do you have any family names you want?"

Peter screwed up his face. "What like Klaus? My family names are all German. Like Ludwig and Bruno and Berthold." Actually Brecht would be a cool namesake....

"We could call him Bertie!" Aly giggled. "There's always Edward after my dad. Or girl's names..."

"We won't know what gender they are for a while yet." Peter said soothingly, kissing her neck.

"I'm just excited!" Part of her knew that buying things for the babies and deciding things now was her way of holding on to them. Of telling herself that her pregnancy would be fine and they would have two happy, healthy babies by the end of it. Luckily, Peter understood that as well, and he went along with it. Just because the pregnancy was high risk didn't meant that wouldn't happen! Aly leaned forward and she flipped open the magazine again. "Oooh, Daisy!" She said with a smirk.

"Is one of our children a dairy cow?" Peter asked flatly.

"God I hope not. Imagine carrying that around." She turned the page. "Candy? Hell no." She closed the magazine and turned back to her husband. "I suppose we'll just have to buy a baby name book. We cannot name our children from the Playboy."

"Oh I feel your pain." Peter said with a grin.

"Yes. Now make me forget it." She leaned him back against the mattress and kissed him hard.

"That was the other thing I had to do today." Peter said with a grin once she'd pulled away. "Pre-breakfast nookie."

"Glad I made your list." Aly said with a wink.