Peter/JP/Megan - PicNic Pastime
Peter was practically bubbling with excitement. You would have thought he was going to a dance recital for Heather or a show-and-tell with Rachel, or hell, any event that had to do with the kids. That was the only sort of thing he ever got this bubbly and excited over. The energy sat ridiculously on his massive frame and chiseled face. If it were not for his massive, disney-hero like eyes the whole feeling would seem absurd.
“Come on Zhan-Pol’!” He called back over his shoulder as he and his husband were walking passed the front of the mansion, heading straight for their destination. Peter was carrying a large picnic basket filled with food and treats he had made and silverware to eat it with, which in Peter’s arms looked like just an average picnic basket, perhaps even on the smaller side. the other arm had a cooler tucked underneath filled with their favourite drinks and a stack of solo cups. They had been pink instead of the easy-to-find red colour as they were left over from a breast-cancer awareness week and it was all the store had in stock- but Peter knew Megan would love the bubblegum pink. He had said to JP as he added them to the cart that it was meant to be.
Jean-Paul was close behind carrying a big, thick, blanket for them all to sit on.
Peter was trying to get to the tree and get it all set up before Megan was suppose to meet them there, and according to the time last he checked, they probably only had about 5-10 minutes.
