Author's notes: Thank you all for the lovely reviews I've received on my other fanfiction. I've been writing this pairing for so long but hesitated posting on this site due to the flames. Thank you for making me feel welcome!
Also a very special thank you to The Cretan, who always leaves such wonderful reviews and truly brings a smile to my face! You're last review was so amazing, I was truly thankful. Thank you Cretan, I hope you enjoy this one!
"Tell her a story."
His wife snaps at him, watching from their child's room. "I'm exhausted and she won't' sleep without one."
Peter smiles sadly, she's been so tired lately. So exhausted from dealing with their daughter, he thinks.
He wants to believe that, but the truth is…she's never been a happy person. He thinks of their life together, she's always been angry, always been sad. Peter thinks of another woman, a bright woman, a happy woman….a happy woman he could never have.
No, he stops himself. He forces his thoughts to his wife, the angry woman. At least he could think of her without the shame and guilt.
He forces a smile to plaster his face and walks into the overly pink room. His 5 year old daughter is sitting on the bed, smiling brightly at him. "Story time?" she asks.
Peter sits , "It's bedtime love," He lights the blankets to tuck her in.
"I know dada…but I want a story!" she smiles and Peter knows he's already lost.
He stands up and walks to her tiny book shelf, "One story…what would you like to hear?"
"I don't want a story from a book dada! Tell me your story!"
Peter walks back to the bed and settles in, it was a story he was all too happy to tell. It was this story that got him through every day.
Peter brushes a hand over his daughter's forehead, wiping away the strands of hair that clung to her.
He starts off slowly, telling her of the great kingdom and the grand adventures, and when her eyes drop and her breathing slows, Peter tell her of the great love of the King.
"She was like none other, and even to this day, the king knows no one could ever compare to his queen." He mutters sadly, "She was the kindness to his anger, she was everything he needed…and everything he's ever wanted. She was everything he loved."
He wants to keep going, keep telling his daughter of his great love, but she was sleeping and he knows his heart can't handle much more of the tale.
He places a kiss on her forehead and leaves the room.
His wife, so angry and sad, stares at him. "Someday you're going to have to stop telling her that ridicules story."
"It's just a story," He says.
But it's not, it's not just a story to him. It was his love and his life, and he wishes so much that telling the story could bring the happiness back.