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As per usual, Chris was trying to take care of him when Peter neglected his own needs. As much as people called him selfish, vain and self-preserving, the other man constantly had to mother hen him. Especially, he found, when it came to times of injury. Even with his werewolf healing, Chris fretted. But, he returned the favor. He supposed it came with both of them having lost spouses to tragedy. Victoria’s death being more fresh, he understood that Chris would fret over him constantly no matter what he did, especially considering how much deeper their love went than Chris and Victoria’s ever had.

He opened his mouth to argue, but then let out a weary sigh, peeling off the tank top from his skin, blood having given it a sticky, clinging effect in several places. He grimaced at the open wounds, but walked over to the laundry room, grabbing the laundry basket and several towels and blankets so he could fashion a small little crib-like place for them to put the baby in until they could get to the store and get all the necessities. Which, wouldn’t be long. Once his body healed they’d jump into action. Considering Chris was a sentimental fuck, some hope that he still had Allison’s baby things crossed his mind.

Walking over, he gently took the baby from Chris and tucked her into the basket, setting it on the counter. Hopping up next to it so he could keep an eye on her as Chris doctored him, he waved a hand at the man to signal him to get on with it.

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Chris took a moment to breathe, and to quell his shaking hands. Not many things rattled him anymore; he hadn’t even known his hands were shaking before Peter removed the baby from his arms. Something about the whole situation had put Chris into a panic he hadn’t felt in a long time. It probably had to do with the combination of a goddamn newborn and his injured partner all rolled up into one.

Placing his version of a first-aid kit on the counter, Chris rolled up his sleeves. Although, it was really too late to save his shirt from blood stains, he just wanted them out of the way. Chris quickly took out the few things he would need. The gashes on his chest weren’t too deep, but the wolfsbane was mildly concerning.

“Peter,” Chris spoke, as he set to work, “You have to be careful when you go back... If you leave me here with a newborn...” Normally, Chris wouldn’t even attempt to tell Peter to be careful, but the other man was so in his own head, so distracted. Chris was nearly tempted to beg Peter not to go, but he knew that wouldn’t work anyway.

TEXTS: CHRIS

Peter: I'll be here. Bleeding.

Peter: Saying hello to my fallen family members I see when I look into the light.

Peter: And I wasn't hallucinating at /that/ point. This was pre-axe throw that I noticed his mouth, or lacktherof I should stay.

Chris: Stop being dramatic.

Chris: Just take the ax out and heal.

#peter

TEXTS: CHRIS

Peter: Near The Dot, I think. I was going to bring us back coffee to talk things over and well

Peter: I got axed.

Peter: He had no mouth, yes. That's what I said.

Chris: I'm on my way.

Chris: What does that even mean? Are you hallucinating?

#peter

TEXTS: CHRIS

Peter: There /might/ be an axe in my chest and I /might/ be in searing pain.

Peter: I think a wise thing to do right now why I try not to pass out from wolfsbane poisoning and blood loss would be to call Allison and get her and Isaac to watch Silver while you rescue me like the axe-wounded damsel I am.

Peter: If you could, put some hurry behind it. The guy with no mouth who tried to kill me might come back.

Chris: Where are you?

Chris: No mouth?

#peter

Texts: Peter

Peter: You weren't acting like you trust me.

Chris: Please. Just, let's talk.

#peter

Texts: Peter

Peter: [read]

Chris: You can't ignore me, Peter.

Chris: I believe you and I trust you, but I need you to not ignore me, we need to talk still.

#peter

TEXTS: CHRIS ARGENT

Allison: There have been times when I had to do what was against logic, and I ended picking the right thing. If you trust him.. Then I'll back you up on this, to anyone. I may not trust him, but I trust you.

Chris: Thank you. That means a lot, Allison.

#allison

Texts: Peter

Peter: Did you just imply that you don't trust me with her alone?

Peter: I don't want to talk to you right now. I'm putting her in her crib and I'm leaving. I need some air.

Chris: No. I just need to see her.

Chris: You can't just leave because we're having an argument, Peter. That's not how things work. We're adults now, remember?

#peter

TEXTS: CHRIS ARGENT

Allison: You can think with your head or with your heart. Which one seems more likely to be right this time around?

Chris: I think I believe him.

Chris: I know that I shouldn't. I have years of training that says I shouldn't. But I do.

#allison

Texts: Peter

Peter: Help yourself to one of the guest rooms. Silver and I are staying in the master bedroom tonight.

Chris: First of all, this is my apartment. Second of all, you're not going to lock yourself in the bedroom with our daughter. Not right now, Peter. I need to see you. We need to talk. For real. And I want to be able to see her, at all times.

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TEXTS: CHRIS ARGENT

Allison: There are only two men I've ever loved, and they've both been werewolves. I've accepted the fact that I'm apparently drawn to werewolves, as are you apparently. But yes, I'm in it for the long haul with Isaac.

Allison: DAD! No, I'm not pregnant. My birth control is taken very, very consistently.

Allison: I'm trying my best to get over all that, I promise. It's just... Dad, the list stuff. It all points to him.

Chris: I guess it's a good think I like him then.

Chris: Just checking.

Chris: I know. I know.

Chris: I don't know what to do, Allison. I trust him, but what if I'm wrong in doing so.

#allison

Texts: Peter

Peter: If I were to do something like this, my name would be on it and just not ever sent out to an assassin. Leaving it out is far, far too reckless. For god sakes, Christopher. If you're going to accuse me at least give me good reasons. You of all people know I'm far more intelligent than this.

Chris: More than anything I want to believe you. Truly. You have to admit this looks suspicious though. You have to realize what everyone is saying.

Chris: There's a huge portion of your life, I'm sure you can't quite recall, especially when you went all rogue alpha. How am I to know what you would have done in that state? You clearly weren't thinking rationally at the time.

#peter

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Not when he put everything on the two of us, he’s still the main teacher, who has to physically put the grades in for the students.

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And I’m sure that he will, once he gets the chance. Until then, you’ll have to just continue doing as you’re asked.

#penny

asshinyasanewpennyjerome

You think?

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You’re a student teacher, you’re there to get teaching experience. Grading papers is part of the experience. Peter is a little preoccupied right now. You’ll manage.

#penny

asshinyasanewpennyjerome

I need a glass of wine and new red pens. All of mine are dead. And Peter needs to stop throwing all the grading onto Austin and I

chris-argentarms

I think you’ll manage.

#penny

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The werewolf was thankful that Chris had taken him seriously for once. The task at hand held no time for him to have hesitated, and once the baby was washed off he placed her in Chris’ arms, letting him swaddle her up. Despite the odd situation, a bit of warmth came to his heart at the sight of Chris holding the newborn. He looked wonderful with her, as he’d known the man would. Part of him had longed before for them to have a shot at a family of their own but this.. God, he would’ve never wished for them to acquire a child at the tragic loss of a woman’s life. If he’d only gotten there a few minutes prior, maybe he’d have been able to save her.

The question, despite Peter knowing it was coming, still struck him roughly and he swallowed hard. “A hunter killed her Mother. I recognized her.. From an undocumented pack that dispersed long ago. She was an omega, a gypsy one at that. This woman, this baby… They had no one, Chris. I need to go, I need to go bury her.”

He ignored the comment about his injury. Caring for the baby, properly burying her Mother. Those were the most urgent tasks at the moment and he knew the burning wound could wait for a while. “Take care of her, please. I’ll be back.” His voice held a distant tone to it, one that he hadn’t had yet in their time together.

For someone who had seen so much death in his life, it was a bit odd that this was affecting him as much as it was. Later, he’d claim that it was because of his personal ties to the girl in general but he knew that wasn’t it. Deep down, he knew that it was because he’d lost both his parents way before he should’ve and he’d lost children far before he should’ve as well. If this baby died.. Jesus, he didn’t want to think of how that’d wear on his psyche.

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Chris cradled the baby close to his chest. Jesus, she was tiny. He hadn’t even held a baby since Allison, and Allison had never been this small, even though she seemed so tiny at the time. So young, and already alone in the world. She was absolutely precious. Chris knew then, without a hint of doubt, that they would be taking this baby in as their own. And sure, Chris may have liked a little more time with Peter to himself, they’d always wanted a family together.

“Peter,” Chris began to reason, “Please let me take care of that.” Chris nodded towards the wound on Peter’s chest. “Her body isn’t going anywhere, and I’m not letting you go anywhere like that.” Take care of the living, then the dead. That had been ingrained in Chris from day one. As important as it was to bury the dead, keeping others alive was more important. And there was no way Chris was going to let Peter die and leave him alone with this baby.

“Just please.” Chris could practically see the pain in his eyes. “Let me take care of you two first, and then the mother.” Besides, if Peter ran into the hunters while out there, already injured, and distracted, who knew what would happen.

#peter

Texts: Peter

Peter: From the way you're coming at me and the fact I wasn't included in what I guess was the text to alert people of this list, I'll guess it was me.

Peter: If you think for a second I'd do something like this then I'm insulted. I have a job I love, I have you, and now I have our daughter. I was even /actually/ warming up to various pack members. Hell, half the people on these lists I don't even /know/ and you of all people would know how torn up I was about Silver's mother, who I actually knew, being killed.

Peter: Someone's framing me. I can expect the others to run to point fingers at me since my name is missing but honestly, I thought we had more trust than that.

Chris: Got it in one.

Chris: Peter. You know I want to believe you. More than anything. But the evidence against you is overwhelming. Your money was stolen, and put to use to make these lists. And now your name isn't on a single one of them. It's suspicious.

#peter

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