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thepicketfencecliche2015-05-26 01:24 pm
cunningwolf) wrote in thepicketfencecliche2015-05-26 01:24 pm
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peter & cora } on complications regarding who's your daddy
There were not a lot of good things that came out of the fire. It had mostly come down to pain, loss, suffering, and fear. But there was one tiny thing that came which Peter wasn't expecting, and never knew how much he would come to value.
Peter Hale had friends.
The aftermath of the fire had made Peter extend trust to both Sheriff Stilinski and Nurse McCall to be able to protect himself and Cora. That trust had made a bond, and as the friendship developed between Cora and their sons, the friendship between Peter and the adults was soon to follow.
It didn't help that Peter was pretty much now inherit to more money and property that encompassed half of Beacon Hills. He didn't need to work... which made him perfect babysitting fodder for two single parents with rambunctious pre-teens.
He didn't mind, though. He was good at helping the kids with their homework, and taking them to some after school activity on his dime wasn't a hardship where he knew it would be on the boys' parents. It was his way of continue to thank the McCalls and Stilinskis for their friendship in both generations.
It was was a rainy afternoon that Peter brought the three to a company that had trampolines and rubber walls for the children to bounce around to their heart's content. He had let them go to work off their energy an hour after lunch, and he sat back watching them as another single father sat down beside him.
"All three of those yours?"
Peter shook his head. "Only one. The others are friends."
"I take it yours is the girl. She looks just like you." A screaming child had his attention, and without even a goodbye, he was up and gone.
Peter sighed, watching Cora a bit closer as she learned how the different angles would project her body and bounced circles around the boys in their never ending game of tag. She was a cunning little thing now that she was really coming out of her shell around those two - a trait that was his way more than Talia's. More and more he noticed things like that, and it made him nervous on what he was really supposed to do here. There didn't seem to be a right answer, but yet at the same time, how do you tell a child that her dead parents weren't really her parents to begin with?
Peter Hale had friends.
The aftermath of the fire had made Peter extend trust to both Sheriff Stilinski and Nurse McCall to be able to protect himself and Cora. That trust had made a bond, and as the friendship developed between Cora and their sons, the friendship between Peter and the adults was soon to follow.
It didn't help that Peter was pretty much now inherit to more money and property that encompassed half of Beacon Hills. He didn't need to work... which made him perfect babysitting fodder for two single parents with rambunctious pre-teens.
He didn't mind, though. He was good at helping the kids with their homework, and taking them to some after school activity on his dime wasn't a hardship where he knew it would be on the boys' parents. It was his way of continue to thank the McCalls and Stilinskis for their friendship in both generations.
It was was a rainy afternoon that Peter brought the three to a company that had trampolines and rubber walls for the children to bounce around to their heart's content. He had let them go to work off their energy an hour after lunch, and he sat back watching them as another single father sat down beside him.
"All three of those yours?"
Peter shook his head. "Only one. The others are friends."
"I take it yours is the girl. She looks just like you." A screaming child had his attention, and without even a goodbye, he was up and gone.
Peter sighed, watching Cora a bit closer as she learned how the different angles would project her body and bounced circles around the boys in their never ending game of tag. She was a cunning little thing now that she was really coming out of her shell around those two - a trait that was his way more than Talia's. More and more he noticed things like that, and it made him nervous on what he was really supposed to do here. There didn't seem to be a right answer, but yet at the same time, how do you tell a child that her dead parents weren't really her parents to begin with?