Invisible String || Peter Hale

Chapter Two: Karma's A Bitch

Andrea huffed at the question, pout displayed as she grumbled "Shut up."

"Open your window." The phone beeped, signalling the man had ended the call. Dragging herself from the comfort of her bed, she lifted the window, quick to shuffle towards her bed as she rubbed at her eyes tiredly.

"What are you doing here?" Andrea questioned, crawling back into the bed, drawing a chuckle from Peter's chest.

"Get up sweetheart." Peter removed the covers from the woman, ignoring the whine of protest and the angry glare he received "We're going out for breakfast."

"Or you could get in and we could allow sleep to consume us?" Andrea offered hopefully, blinding reaching for the man and tugging him towards the bed.

"Nope, get up Rea." Peter grasped her arm, tugging her from the bed despite the resistance.

"I hate you so much." The woman wore an irritable expression, grasping the cardigan that hung on the nearby chair and shrugging it on to avoid the crisp air.

"No, you don't. I'm your favourite person."

"No, you're really not." Andrea whirled to face the man from the bathroom door, puppy eyes present as she requested "Can you go and make some coffee please?"

"Already on it." Peter shot her a dazzling smile, peeling the door open and making his way downstairs.

Removing a mug from the cabinet, the man turned wincing when he accidently dropped the cup which thankfully didn't break. "Shit." Peter leant down to retrieve the item, hoping he didn't awaken anyone. All hope vanished as the man whirled, eyes widening at the desert eagle directed towards his skull "Christopher! Put the gun down!"

"Peter?!" Chris wore an exasperated expression, lowering the weapon upon recognising the man stood before him "How the hell did you get in?"

"Rea let me in." Peter informed the man, giving a weak shrug at the eye roll.

"Dad?" "Grandpa?" The girl's stumbled down the stairs, eyes widening as they took in the sight before them.

"Please tell me you didn't plan to shoot my dad!" Harper shrieked, outstretched finger flickering between the two men and the weapon.

Chris threw the gun onto the counter, palms pressed to the cool surface "I wasn't aware it was Peter."

"Who else would it be?" Allison's eyes crinkled, lips pressed into a thin line.

"I don't know. I believed it to be an intruder!" Chris defended, the frustration displayed within his tone as both girls scoffed "Evidently, I was wrong."

"Sometimes I believe it would have been best to leave that cage on your head." Peter's head shook, shifting to continue with the task of coffee, ignoring the dirty look cast in his direction.

"You put a cage on grandpa's head?" Harper exchanged a confused look with her aunt. The Argent, Gerrardo and Hale family had always had a rather strange dynamic, but putting cages on one another's head was a completely different level of bizarre.

"Me and your mom believed we were catching the tooth fairy," Peter's lips quirked at the laughter falling from the teenagers, the happiness spreading a warmth throughout his heart "imagine our disappointment when we realised it was simply Chris."

Chris's lips upturned as he recalled the childhood innocence both held, now each glimpse spared to the best friends the man was forced to face the fact that they were now adults who were forced to a life of trauma "What are you doing here?"

"I'm taking Rea out for breakfast, she's getting ready now and she requested coffee." Peter gestured to the mug, making the man nod in understanding whilst knowing glances were exchanged between the girls.