A.N: Hey, everyone. I'm super excited to post this preview of a story by faithfulwriter and Graver. I've been lucky enough to help out with it a little, and I know it's going to be really good! It's been in the works for a long time, so I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I've enjoyed playing a small part in it. The whole fic will be posted on faithfulwriter's account so be sure to check it out once it starts!
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Summary: "I see you still have a weakness for blondes," Meredith said to Nathan. She was right but it was more than that. All the Petrelli men had a weakness for blondes. It wasn't a joke or a coincidence--it was in their blood.
In their marriage bed, he felt the mattress sway, slow and relentful, before settling under his wife's body weight. Lights off, it was easy to pretend he was already asleep, to pretend that behind his back he didn't hear Angela's breath hitch and ease in a most unsettling manner. He knew that sound too well. She was about to say what she'd been thinking all day—as if he didn't already know what it was.
"You can't always have what you want, Arthur."
"Some things are not meant to be," his wife continued, reading the tensions in his back like he could read her mind. "Not for us, not for the Petrellis."
That moment an idea occurred to him, and he realized that after losing a battle, he could still win the war. He had sons after all. Sons who would long for a father's approval, far beyond a mother's. And Arthur was good at lieing to Angela. He was going to let her think she was winning but when she least expected it, he'd make a comeback.
"I know. I'm just not used to losing," Arthur whispered.
"You haven't lost anything. We're all here, with you." Angela looked at him. He nodded in silent obedience. "Sometimes we just have to accept things as they are."
"You're right. What was I thinking?" Arthur kissed his wife on the cheek. He wouldn't lose this time. He was a Petrelli. Petrellis were always winners. Always.
"Sweet dreams, Angie."
That night, Angela dreamt the first dream of their three sons. Each son handsome, strong. Each of them standing with a golden bride. That golden shade would be their only weakness—the one that would destroy everything.
Unless, she stopped it.