A.N:So this is a little dribble. I am calling this on shot cos I have typed this from my phone. This is a test.
Peter kept watching Walter, he kept reminding himself to keep calm. It was easier said than done, but it was that time of year again.
Not the favourite of holidays for Peter, he never really remembered ever having a magical Christmas. A disappointing Christmas, An angry Christmas, and lots of where is my dad Christmas.
So as Walter stood on the top of a ladder placing Christmas lights around a window frame, he kept humming a Christmas carol to himself happily.
"Walter. I really don't think this is one of your brightest of ideas..." Peter called up the ladder, his hands holding it as still as he could.
"Nonsense son." Walter smiled, he kept moving the lights covering as much of the window frame as he could reach. "Tis the season to be jolly..." Walter belted out loud. "Come on Peter you know the words!"
Peter rolled is eyes, "Walter, I don't mean to be rude, but I'm too old for this."
Walter started to make his way down the ladder, he moved carefully getting closer to the bottom he turned to face Peter. "You can never be too old for the festive season." Walter wrapped his arm around Peter.
"Walter, I just don't really care that much for Christmas." Peter exhaled.
Walter sighed his eyes kept focused on his son. "Well I have invited agent Farnsworth and Dunham over for Christmas dinner..."
Peter stood dumbfounded, he could see Walter making his way back into the house. "Walter!" He shouted after his father. Peter knew the look of excitement on his father's face. Peter brushed a hand into his hair. "You invited Astrid and Olivia over for dinner, on Christmas day. Why?"
"Well I thought it would be nice, plus we can go buy a turkey together, like old times." Walter kept smiling before turning on their Christmas lights.
Peter froze, the bright lights flooding the house. He held his hands up guarding his face, and stopped himself from snapping. "Walter, It's the night before Christmas eve, I doubt we'll be able to buy a turkey..." Peter used everything to keep the bitterness from his voice, the whole idea wasn't sitting well with him.
Walter clapped his hands, "Well we'll just have to find one." His contagious smile was too much for Peter.
"Okay." Peter let himself smile. "But I won't have any hopes on a big bird..." Reaching for his coat Peter smiled brighter while watching Walter pulling his own coat on. "Did you buy any food for this dinner?"
"Well I was hoping you could help me." Walter unleashed the full power of his helpless eyes onto Peter
Peter inhaled through his nose, as he exhaled slowly he kept watching Walter. "Before we go out and spend money on food, did Olivia and Astrid say they would come?"
Walter paused at the door, "Well agent Durham said yes, Afrin said she'll pop in for pie..." Holding his hand up, Walter looked lost.
"We'll buy a pie if we can." Peter exhaled pushing Walter carefully out the front door.