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Bonus 4- Firenze x Elizabeth Kane

Tags: 18+ readers only, Centaur sex?, no foreplay, slight praise, slight breeding kink, angsty, fluffy-ish

Note: Elizabeth Kane is a character from my Harry Potter series. First book is Elizabeth Kane and the Sorcerer's Stone. So this is an OC character so there may be some minor spoilers, but I'm going to do my best not to spoil anything :)

Copyright: I do not own Firenze or any other Harry Potter/Wizarding World characters. However, I fully own Elizabeth Kane and there should be no using her name at all without permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

I finished pressing the flower into my journal, carefully sealing the paper over it. I closed my journal, before putting it into my bag with my other naturey outdoor things. I also picked up my jar of nuts that I had found while walking, screwing the lid back on tightly, sliding it back into my bag. 

I slid my bag onto my shoulder, going to find the clearing to watch the purple sunset flowers bloom as the sun went down. They were beautiful, obviously purple, flowers that would open up when the sun started to set. They would glow brighter and brighter until the moon came out, lighting up the entire clearing with their luminescent light. 

I slowed as I reached the clearing, a grin going over my face, "Firenze!" 

The tall, gorgeous centaur turned, his normally passive face looking agitated. I frowned a little. "Firenze, are you alright?" 

"Ah, Elizabeth Kane." Firenze said, his hoof pawing the ground. It wasn't just my imagination, he was definitely agitated about something. "You should leave the forest quickly." 

"Why? What happened?" I hurried over to him, looking up at him. He didn't look hurt, nor did I see or hear anything that could be causing any trouble. "Firenze?" 

He took a deep breath and said, "Elizabeth Kane, I am in- ah- breeding season. And you. . . well you are. . . what I mean is that you are. . . appealing to me. And you need to go before I do something I will regret." 

For some reason, his words made my heart do flips inside my chest. The way his sapphire blue eyes were looking at me, hungry and full of desire, sent something unfamiliar straight to my core. 

"To beautiful." Firenze murmured, capturing a lock of my red-brown hair between his fingers. My heart was beating heavier in my chest. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay. I took a step closer to him now, which made him inhale sharply again. 

I wasn't sure why I did it. Maybe madness or maybe it was the same desire that he was feeling. But I reached out, putting my hand against his chest. He was hard and firm, perfectly fit and slim. 

"Elizabeth~" It was the first time I had ever heard his voice shake. He sounded weak almost, and desperate. I could feel his heart, beating heavily in his chest. His long palomino white hair flowed as a light breeze swept through the clearing. The first of the flowers started to open just a little as the sun started to dip down, lower into the sky. 

"Firenze. . ." I whispered, wanting to offer my help. Two things were dividing me. One, the fact that I was sure Bane and the other Centaurs would not be happy if they found out about Firenze rutting me, even if it was because it was breeding season and he couldn't control himself. I was partially afraid of what they would do to him. 

And secondly. . . well it wasn't exactly like I had ever had sex before. And well. . . Firenze was not exactly small. In fact, I granted that he was probably bigger than most men, since he was part horse. 

Was he human enough that this was okay? Did it matter if he was part human at all? 

But every single thought when away, when his arms swept me up, our lips crashing together. His arms, strong around me, holding me up off the ground. His lips, which tasted like sweet berries and his tongue tasted like nectar as it delved into my mouth, searching me out. 

We pulled apart, his eyes glazed and burning. He had put me down again, pacing a little once more. "Elizabeth. . . I can only give you one last chance. If you stay I will not be able to stop myself." 

My eyes were slightly drawn to his large appendage, dangling lower than usual. I had been friends with Firenze for years, since my first year at Hogwarts. I hung out with him more than I probably did my own brother. And it had never bothered or caught my attention before. 

But now, my eyes traced the dark veins, from the tip of his length all the way to the large balls that sat in the back. I swallowed hard, looking back up into Firenze's eyes. He had paced off a little distance, looking like he wanted to bolt, but also couldn't. Like a magnet was holding him to this clearing. 

"I want to stay." I whispered, putting my bag down in the grass. I undid my Hufflepuff robes, letting them flutter down, while I discarded my shoes and socks. Firenze let out a horsey huff, pacing forwards now, towards me. "Firenze-" 

Saying his name seemed to make him snap. My back was pressed against the tree behind me, bark crackling against my shirt. His head dipped down, kissing me deeply once more, this time more possessive than before. 

His white blond hair fell down his shoulders, brushing against my cheeks. My hands slid up his shoulders, shaking with nerves, before I slid them into his hair, something I had always wanted to do. The locks were silky and smooth, like silk. He groaned as I pulled at it, one of his legs moving between mine, his knee pressed against my private regions. 

I whimpered, having never felt the pleasure that one simple action brought. I both wanted to move away from it, and also grind down, create more pleasure. 

I didn't get a chance to do either. 

Firenze knelt to the forest floor, making me go with him, our lips still locked with each others. I had kissed a few boys, but never like this. His tongue was hot and heavy, and it felt strange in my mouth. But there was something equally pleasant to the strangeness, my tongue clashing with his before I gave in. 

My hands were on his face now, his skin smooth and soft. I had always wondered what it would be like, to touch him, and now my wishes were being fulfilled. 

His breath sounded heavy in my ears and as my hands ran over his chest again, his skin was growing steadily warmer, his heart beating faster in his chest. 

I found myself flat on my back, his hands trapping me against the Earth. His body was positioned over mine, his lips hovering inches above mine. His long hair tickled my cheek and I closed my eyes as he thrusted into me once. 

I gasped, which was quickly muffled by a kiss, as pain filled my core. I could feel myself clenching around his length, my body trying to shift underneath him. My body felt like it was shaking as he pulled out, thrusting back in. I stifled my noises of pain against his lips, before he pulled away and whispered, "Sorry" against my ear. 

He did not stop though, and I did not fault him in this pain. He had warned me that he could no longer control myself. He had given me chances to run, to go. I had not taken them. 

But then, there was a slight change. The ache in my nether regions became something entirely different as he sped up, tiny grunts and neighs leaving his mouth as he fucked into me. My walls seemed to be contracting rather pleasantly around his large length. Waves of pleasure started to caress my body, rolling over me bit by bit. 

"Firenze." I gasped out, my eyes searching for his blue ones. They were dark and needy, primal with his lust. His hands continued to roam across my body, his lips kissing every inch of skin that he could reach. 

"You are beautiful." He whispered suddenly, his breath fanning against the hollow of my throat. I sucked in air, feeling the way that his whispers tickled my skin. I nearly giggled, but instead let out a soft moan that made Firenze groan. "You sound so sweet." 

His hands moved up my hips. His hooves planted into the ground, changing the position so that he had an easier time maneuvering himself. I gasped, my fingers digging into the fair, unmarked skin of his shoulders. 

"F-Firenze~" I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut. I could not keep my head up any longer to look at him, letting it thump softly against the forest ground. My back arched as I felt the apex of pleasure, before it crashed down. It felt like a coil of white fire, spreading across my skin. My toes were curled so tightly that it was painful and I had to flex them to get rid of the cramp. My skin felt hot, matching the temperature of Firenzes'. 

"Elizabeth." Firenze growled deeply. I could feel the vibrations of his words through his chest. Spoken passionately, deeply. One of his hands threaded into my long locks as his hips thrusted even faster. He pulled at my hair, which was painful for only a few seconds before I leaned into the pain, realizing I could use it to even out the overwhelming pleasure I felt as Firenze started to go faster than he already had been. 

I let out a sigh of content as the pleasure swelled again. . . and again. The white fire returned, shooting through my body twice, then three times, then a fourth. My body started to feel fuzzy, like I was feeling faint. It felt as though I would have an out of body experience. 

I wanted more. 

"You will take this." Firenze suddenly whispered into my ear. His normally light blue eyes were now navy blue, nearly black with his lust and heat. We were both hot, and sweaty and his heart raced twice as fast as mine. "You will take this and you will bear my seed." 

His words did not hit me right away until I felt him filling me up with something I had never felt before. I gasped as he finally stopped moving, before gently pulling out of me. He breathed heavily for a moment, before staggering to his hooves, looking down at me. 

His eyes were slowly returning back to their sapphire blue and he went silent and still. 

"Firenze?" I asked softly, trying to sit up, before wincing, finding that I was very sore indeed. 

"Elizabeth Kane." Firenze murmured, kneeling once more, this time beside me. "I have hurt you." 

I looked into his face, seeing the genuine concern. 

"No." I whispered. "It was. . . magical Firenze. I. . . I really enjoyed it." 

I did not voice aloud that I wanted to do it again. That I wanted to stay in the forest with him and live a magical life. It was as though a future had been opened up to me. . . in a cottage somehow, by a stream, with kids-

I was going to bear his kids. 

Oh shit. 

Dad was going to kill me. 

"I must get you up to the castle." Firenze said suddenly, wrapping my cloak around my shoulders, grabbing my bag with his hand. "Come, we must hurry." 

He was gentle as he helped lift me up onto his back. 

"Firenze, what's wrong?" I asked, heart thudding in my chest. 

"You must go to your hospital wing." Firenze said quickly as he galloped through the forest. "She will be able to help you remove. . . she will make sure that you do not get pregnant with my child." 

"Is it such a bad thing?" I asked softly, feeling hurt. I didn't understand why he did not want me to carry his child. 

"You are only human Elizabeth Kane." Firenze said softly. "Your body cannot support the child. It will kill you." 

I was silent the rest of the ride until he had neared the school grounds. "Go. Quickly!" Firenze sighed, stroking my cheek as he helped me down. He looked so sad, almost lonely as he pushed me gently towards the stairs. 

"Firenze." I whispered, watching as he turned. "I-" 

He smiled softly. "Good night, Elizabeth Kane." He galloped away and I watched him go, before heading back into the castle, stopping in the foyer. The Medical wing was on my left. The Hufflepuff common room was on my right. I had two options. 

Students passed by, heading to lunch or class, wherever they were supposed to be at the moment. No one took in the state of my dirty clothes or the leaves in my hair. 

I smiled to myself, a hand coming to my stomach. 

I turned right. 

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Yosuke has a sensitive neck which Yuu finds out while bored and playing with Yosuke's hair in the middle of class. Needless to say, Yuu is filing that away for later use

[cherrydreamer]

Daisychains My entry for Day 7 of the HarringroveApril challenge!

Steve doesn't know the car that pulls up to the lake. Ugly, boxy, some shade of browny orange that reminds him of the puke he regularly had to mop up outside of Scoops. And while he instantly recognises Max, skipping out of the car all bright clothes and loud whoops of greeting, it takes him a few seconds longer to place the guy getting out of the driver's side, following her with the picnic basket that she clearly forgot in her haste. He's dressed in a hooded sweatshirt. Black. Plain. Big enough to hide in. 

Steve’s confused until the guy turns around. Until he swipes a hand across his forehead to brush away the sweat, and the hood falls away from his face And Steve sees him. Billy. All short haired and pale and smaller. So much smaller than he'd ever seemed before.

Steve wants to wave, wants to... acknowledge him somehow. The boy who saved them and died for them then came back alive and then seemed to disappear.  But he's distracted by a hissed, but not exactly quiet, conversation beside him. Dustin, looking angry and Max, looking torn, her voice full of something pained, "Mom said she doesn't like me out all day without an adult. Not anymore." 

"But Steve's here, he's an adult. And it's not like we really want-" Dustin catches himself, but it's too late, and even though Billy doesn't react, Steve knows he's close enough to have heard it. 

Steve thinks about other things he's overhead Max saying. Whispers to Lucas and to Will. About how Billy never does anything anymore. Never says anything. How he stays for hours in his room, but his eyes are surrounded by dark circles. How she hears noises, late at night. Whimpers. Bitten off screams. Pleas. How no one's even been to visit him. No one's called. And it feels wrong, somehow, dismissing him. 

So Steve shakes his head, "Hey, no. We bought enough food. More than enough. He can-" Steve breaks off, looks straight at Billy, "You can stay." 

"'s fine, Harrington. I'll just…" his voice is quiet. A rasp that sounds underused. Rusty. "I can wait in the car."

He jerks his head over at the puke-mobile, and Steve's about to ask him about it. Make some joke about his tastes changing, how he's gone from Eat My Dust  to Bucket of Rust  or something equally lame. But then he remembers. Of course Billy needs a new car. Because his car was...

Steve shakes his head to dislodge the sudden echo of crashing metal, the phantom scent of burning oil.  The prickle of guilt. And maybe he wants to apologise. But how do you apologise for that? And maybe he can be stubborn, when he wants to be. So he just puts his hands on his hips, tilts his head all disapprovingly,

"Seriously, man? This is the best weather we're gonna get. Like. All year. Come make the most of it."

And he reaches out. He wants to grab Billy's wrist. Wants to stop him heading back. But Billy flinches, hard, as soon as Steve's fingertips touch his sleeve, and he pulls his arm to his chest, stepping back to put more distance between them. Steve's hand hovers in the air. They look at each other. Steve takes it all in. Billy, sweltering in a hoodie on the hottest day of the year. The cuffs of it falling over his hands. The way he's not looking up, staring down at his scuffed Chucks with a hole in the toe. How still he is. How tightly he holds himself. How small he seems now. Steve lowers his voice. Soft. Gentle. The kind of tone he hasn't used in a while,

"C'mon. Dustin's mom made peach pie. And she puts, like, cinnamon and nutmeg and some other secret shit into the crust," Steve smiles at him. Tries to make it as soft as his voice, "It's still warm. Tastes best like that." 

Billy doesn't eat the pie. Or any of the food. Doesn't touch the can of beer that Steve places in front of him. Steve wonders, with a sour flood of guilt, whether Billy  can  drink anymore. He knows, from Max, that Billy's on a lot of pills. Knows that some of them knock him out and some of them make him woozy and one bad combination used to make him hallucinate. Used to make him think his Dad was still there. Used to leave him sobbing. Apologising. Pleading.  Worse than the nightmares. So Steve places a can of Coke in front of him instead. Billy ignores that too. He just sits. Curled up small, head resting on knees that are tucked to his chest.  Almost eerily still. Staring out at the lake and the kids but looking past them. Seeing something else entirely.

And Steve doesn't do well with the silence. The awkwardness that builds and builds. But he can't face leaving Billy either. Not like this. It feels as wrong as sending him away.  So Steve just talks. At him. Doesn't ask how are you? or what have you been doing? Or any of the other inane questions that first come to mind.

He talks about movies. Things he's seen. The popular rentals. Goes on tangents about actors and their back catalogues. Starts talking about  Back to the Future  and veers into Teen Wolf via  Family Ties and then actually starts listening to himself and realises he's just spewing a whole load of bullshit. He ends up trailing off awkwardly, leaving the heavy silence to hang again as he picks at the lace of his shoe.

He glances over at Billy.  He's not looking at Steve, but he's not just staring into space either. Instead he's fiddling with the ring pull on the Coke can but his hood is down and the golden fuzz of his shorn hair is shining in the sun.

So Steve keeps talking. Keeps rambling. Doesn't let the hiss of the can interrupt his flow.  Keeps going while Billy drinks and while he pushes the sleeves of his hoodie up to his elbows and while he slowly uncurls. Limbs stretching out on the checked blanket, like some kind of plant unfurling to meet the sun. 

Then Steve stumbles. There's an actress and he knows she's been in a load of things and she's right on the tip of his tongue, "Thingy, uh, Anna, no…Shit. she was in the one with...with the robot.  'No disassemble Stephanie!'"

And it's not the best impression ever, but Steve makes an effort. And Billy snorts. Actually looks over, locks eyes with Steve and murmurs, "Ally Sheedy." And oh . Steve swears there's a quirk to Billy’s lips. Not much but... something.  He smiles. Makes his grin bigger, brighter. Leads by example.  "Yes! That's her. She was good in, uh, Breakfast Club too. The weirdo."

"Yeah?" Billy looks away. His now bare hands skim over the grass and Steve watches as he reaches out to pluck a daisy. The tallest one of the clump. Pokes his thumbnail into the stem. Presses down and makes a hole. "Haven't seen it."

Steve can't tear his eyes away. He watches as Billy picks another daisy and carefully threads it through the hole in the first. Keeps watching as Billy repeats the process, mesmerised by the rhythmic nature of it.   Pick, poke, thread. Repeat.

Billy notices the pause and looks up. Hands stilling, almost like he's ashamed of being caught, but it's Steve who flushes, "It's...yeah. Think you'd...like it." He thinks about Bender. Thinks how some of it might hit a little too hard, "Maybe."

"I'll tell Max," Billy nods, looking back at the ever growing link of daisies in his hands, "Get her to get it."

And Steve remembers now, how Max has been in and out of Family Video a lot 'abusing the Friends and Family Discount ' as Robin had put it. Steve hasn't realised all the videos were for Billy. They hadn't exactly seemed like his kind of thing. As if he’s reading Steve’s mind, Billy offers up the next strand of conversation, "Yeah. She...she's shit at picking out anything good. Starting to think she's doing it on purpose. Last thing she got was, uh, some fucking Care Bears one. Said I could learn a lesson from it." He shrugs, but there's that tiny flicker of a smile again as he glances over at the lake. Steve follows his gaze and spots Max holding out her arms to a giggling El who's trying desperately to doggy paddle towards her. 

Steve thinks that this time, Billy might actually be looking  at  them.  "Been lost in the Land Without Feelings have you, Hargrove?" he jokes, regretting it instantly when Billy's face falls. The tiny smile turns into a tight line, and he lets the daisies drop from his fingers.

"Something like that," he whispers, and it sounds so hollow, so hurting, that Steve can't help but reach out across the blanket and press his fingertips to Billy's now-bare wrist.

This time, Billy doesn't flinch. His eyes fly open and Steve hears the sharp intake of breath the moment he makes contact.

"Gotta say, I prefer the one with the Freezing Machine, and those little baby bears.  A-dor-able ." Steve sings out the last word, and Billy’s smile flickers back, so Steve pushes on even more, “Or maybe the one with Put-His-Foot-in-it-Bear. Y’know. The one that always manages to say exactly the wrong thing. I mean, he’s hilarious and he’s clearly the best looking of the gang but, man, sometimes he really fucks it up.” Steve pauses. Taps his fingers on Billy’s hand for emphasis, “ Good hair though.”

This time Billy laughs. A quick, sudden bark that seems to take him by surprise before it comes again and again, surging into a wave that catches Steve in its rolls and carries him along too. It settles as suddenly as it came, leaving both boys a little breathless.

“Didn’t know you were such a connoisseur, Harrington.” Billy’s voice is softer. Less rusty. “Any more recommendations of heartwarming children’s animation?”

Steve thinks about Billy’s smile. The glimpses he’s been getting. Thinks about how Billy’s voice still has a hint of laughter in it. He has an idea. “I dunno if you know this but, uh, Family Video has a special service. For some of our more...valued clients.”

“Yeah?” Billy’s gone back to playing with the daisies again, and he’s looking down carefully as his fingers weave more and more of them together, but he angles his body towards Steve. Makes it clear he’s actually listening.

“Yeah,” Steve nods, “We, uh, offer home delivery. A selection of films delivered straight to your door. No extra charge. And, uh, for our more...complex films? We offer, uh,  a personal in-home commentary service.” Billy’s mouth twitches again at that, like he knows exactly where Steve’s going. Steve pushes ahead anyway,  “So one of our more charming and, uh...friendly employees will stay with you while you watch, and offer their own unique input on the plot. Might even bring a six- uh, some Cokes and a pizza if you... if you pick a good movie.”

Billy’s grin is even bigger now. Steve  knows  he knows. But he plays along. “That right, Harrington?” 

“That’s right.” 

“And what if, uh, what if I wanted to rent  Breakfast Club?”  Billy asks, with faux innocence, “Would that come with this... personal service? And the pizza?”

Steve nods rapidly, “Definitely. Yes that’s...that one definitely does..”

Billy’s eyebrows raise, and Steve spots the flicker of pink as his tongue darts out, a shimmer of the old Billy showing through, “Sounds...sounds good, Harrington. Yeah. I...I could...I could go for that. You, me and Ally Sheedy.” He smiles, soft again, fingers playing with the flowers in his hands. Steve looks at them. Notices that he’s linked both ends of the chain together, turning it into a loop. 

“Is it done?” Steve gestures to the flowers, and Billy’s face flushes again, a glow of pink across his cheeks. Steve likes the colour. The brightness.  Instead of answering, Billy kneels up slowly and gently places the loop of daisies on Steve’s head. It’s a perfect fit. Sits low enough not to fall off, but high enough that it’s not in Steve’s eyes. 

Steve raises a hand to feel it, gently touching the tiny petals and the surprisingly sturdy stems. He feels an urge to dash to the car, to look at his reflection in the mirror, to see how it looks on him. He settles for trying to read Billy’s expression. He’s still smiling, small and warm, the pinkness in his cheeks is more of a red now, and he can’t quite meet Steve’s eyes when he shrugs,

''s a crown. Suits you."

Steve thinks it might be the lightest crown he’s ever worn.  And the first one he actually feels like he’s earned. 

[hammertimeheadcanons]

Headcanon #131

Dave isn’t cute. He’s manly. When John says, “You’re cute,” Dave will always reply with, “You’re cute. Shut up.” 

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thanks a lot for deciding to support hyungseob despite him not making it to the top 11. i just want this boy to be remembered and it means so much im crying rn /hugs/

No problem! I started this blog on the condition that I’ll continue supporting Hyungseob through this blog whether he debuted or not. Thank you for supporting Hyungseob! Yuehua just released news that the five PD101 Yuehua boys will soon be debuting alongside Wanna One, so please support them as well!

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omgs i checked your blog like i always do it's part of my daily routine tbh and it showed the not found page and i died for a while but omgs ur new url!!! <333

HELLOOOOOOO MY LOVE!!!!!

Yeah, I’ve had this URL saved a lil while, a long with a few other Even/Sana ones, so I thought, why not!

BUT THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH!!!!!!!!! 

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#75 "Come here." - for either Sonny or Peter (i'm not picky!!). Feel free to use fluff, smut, angst, or all of the above!!! Pretty pleaseeeee!

//Peter love on this one. Fluff, but of course it’s fluff.//

It had been one of those days. Crisis after crisis. The dog puked on the carpet, Audra somehow found Julian’’s markers and made a mural on the living room wall, and they had been fighting since Julian got home from school. To top it off, Peter called to let you know he’d be home late.  At 8:00 both kids had been bathed and tucked in to bed. You loved and adored your kids but some days, whew. 

 In the bathroom you dumped the contents of the box onto the counter. You didn’t know why you were bothering to take another test. Between the previous two tests being positive and your symptoms it was a moot point. Positive. Big surprise. 

 Sighing, you flopped back on the bed. How were you going to tell Peter? You thought back to when you found out about your pregnancies with Julian and Audra. He was ecstatic, but you had been trying. This little one wasn’t planned. Placing your hands on your belly, you smiled. You loved being pregnant, and being a mom. You got lost in your thoughts and drifted off to sleep.

 The sound of Peter coming in the bedroom woke you. Fluttering your eyes open you glanced at the bedside clock-9:30pm. “Hey babe. You look beat.” He leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek. “Exhausted, actually. I just want to shower, eat and crawl in to bed with you.” He gave you a salacious grin. 

 You smiled back at him and bite your lip. Watching Peter undress was the highlight of your day. You leaned back, hands behind your head and marveled at his muscular body. The simple act of him loosening his tie as enough to turn you on.

 “Enjoying the show, kitten?” Before you could answer, he strolled into the bathroom to shower. Pushing yourself up from the bed, you went to warm dinner up for Peter. You had just got the food in the microwave when Peter called to you, “Come here, please.”

You walked into the bathroom and froze. He was holding the pregnancy test in his hand. ‘Shit’ you said to yourself. How did you forget to throw it away. You mentally kicked yourself. 

 “Care to tell me what this is?“, Peter asks, mouth a thin line.

 “Well that is a pregnancy test. A ,uh, positive… pregnancy test… t-to be exact” you said in a small voice.

 “You’re pregnant.” He said his voice low.

 “So it would seem”, you replied, looking up trying to gauge his reaction. 

“How could you let this happen?”, his voice still low.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m pretty sure I didn’t get myself pregnant, Peter!.”, your voice raising.

 Peter brushed past you to the bedroom. “I need some air.” He threw on clothes. 

“Peter. I think-” but he interrupted you. 

 “I’ll be back be back later. I-I just...” He gave you an incredulous look before he stalked out of the bedroom. 

 You were left standing alone in your bedroom. “Well that didn’t go like I thought it would.” You sighed. “Like it’s all my fault. “ ‘how could you let this happen?’” , you looked around the room, “Why the hell am I talking to myself?” You shook your head, deciding to shower then have a cup of tea.

Feeling a fraction better after your shower, you wrapped yourself in your robe and went down to make a cup of tea. Looking out the kitchen window, you saw Peter sitting on the patio. He never left. Making two cup, you went out to join him.

He looked over at you when you sat next to him. You passed him his cup if tea. “Don’t worry I didn’t poison it, although I’d have very right to.” Peter’s face remained blank, but he accepted the tea.

“I’m afraid I’m turning into my father”, he confessed.

And there it was. His biggest fear. “Peter. Hey. You are not your father. You are present in your children’s lives. You love them, they know you do and they think you can walk on water.” 

He turned to face you, “Some days I feel like I am just keeping my head above water. Other days I’m bouyant. Today I was drowning. And when I saw that pregnancy test, it scared the hell out me”, his voice was shaky. 

You took your hand in yours, you looked him in the eyes, “Peter, the thing that separates you from your father is the fact that it bothers you not being home for dinner with us, to tuck the kids in, or read them a story. And this baby”, you placed his hand on your belly, “you will love just as much as Julian and Audra. There are days we’re going to feel like we’re drowning. When that happens, we’ll  toss the other a life preserver.” 

“You always have been able to talk me down”, he took a deep breath and slowly let it out, “so I’m gonna be a daddy again.” He nodded his head, “yeah, I like the sound of that.” He smiled big.

“Only one problem really”, you said,” We’re out numbered now.”