Author's notes: I am purposely leaving out the medical stuff. I am not a doctor and while I've read about what is involved I feel it would irresponsible of me to try and write about it. Reviews are always welcome. Please don't sue me I do not own these characters I just loved the movie and wanted to play with them a little.

PART 2

Peter felt better after talking to . He was able to answer most of Peter's questions about the test and even some about what a transplant would entail. What he didn't know they googled and Dr. Covey was able to explain the medical jargon. Lara Jean's dad also said he could get Peter in touch with an oncologist at the hospital if he wanted to talk to a specialist but Peter declined for now.

At the moment he was content on Lara Jean's couch, his head in her lap, her fingers playing with his hair as they watched "The Princess Bride" for the hundredth time.

"I will never understand why Buttercup believes Humperdinck about letting Wesley go."

"Maybe she just wants to see the best in people."

"Well she shouldn't."

After a brief moment of silence Lara Jean turned Peter's head so he was looking up towards her.

"Not everyone is your dad Peter."

Peter twisted his body so it aligned with his head.

"I know. I'm just...your dad was great. So many of my questions now have answers and I guess I thought...hoped...that answers would make my decision clear. But I still feel so torn. I don't want to help my dad...I don't. And I don't want him to think it would mean he is forgiven or that I was doing it to get him back in my life. But we are talking about a kid...a sick kid...how could I not try to help a sick kid? What kind of person would I be? Wouldn't I be just as bad as..."

"Don't say that...don't even think that. You could never be your father..."

"You don't know that..."

"Yes I do. Of course I know that. I know you Peter. I know your heart. You are a good man Peter Kavinsky. You are loyal and respectful. You love with your whole heart and you could never...NEVER...intentionally hurt anyone you love. What your father is asking you to do ...he had no right to come to you the way he did...after everything he did. But he did and so here we are..."

Peter eyes widened at her use of "We".

"Of course it's 'we' Peter. We are a team. I'm here to support you in whatever you do...whatever you decide. And I'm here for whatever you need."

"Can I stay here tonight?..."

Lara Jean just opened her mouth.

"Not in your bed...I just...I don't want to go home...I don't want to talk about all this with my mom yet. I feel settled here at your house. I can ask your dad if you don't want to...I just can't go back there yet."

"Of course Peter. I'll go ask him now."

Lara Jean moved her hand down Peters face and placed it over his heart, smiling down at him. Peter put his hand over hers and smiled back. Lara Jean paused the movie and headed upstairs to talk to her dad.

A few minutes later she came back down the stairs with a bundle of blankets and something that looked like a walkie talkie. She saw Peter give her a questioning look.

"Dad said it was fine and even that I could stay down here with you. But then he pulled this out of his closet...it's a baby monitor...god knows why he still has it but it was his only stipulation so..."

"No arguments here. I'll call my mom."

Peter waved his phone in the air and headed towards the kitchen while Lara Jean set up the blankets on the couch...making sure the baby monitor camera was facing the couch. She could vaguely hear Peter's voice coming thru the kitchen.

"Peter. Where are you? You should come home so we can talk. I have some pamphlets. We can read thru them together."

"I'm at Lara Jean's house. I'm going to spend the night here."

"Peter I don't think Dan would appreciate..."

"We asked him mom. I'm on the couch."

"Oh. I still think you should come home. I'm sure you have questions. I think the pamphlets your father left could be helpful."

The mention of his father made Peters blood boil but he took a deep breath and tried to continue speaking calmly to his mom.

"I asked Mr. Covey a bunch of questions at dinner actually. It was really helpful."

"He is not an oncologist Peter..."

"I know mom but he knew the basics and when we he didn't we googled some stuff that he was then able to explain. He also said he could get me in touch with an oncologist at his hospital if I wanted. But honestly, right now, I'm tired and a little overwhelmed. I just want to relax with Lara Jean..."

"She is not your family Peter. You should be with your family right now."

"Mom I'm not going to get into a fight with you tonight...I don't have the energy...but Lara Jean makes my head stop spinning and just settles me so I'm staying here tonight. I will see you tomorrow."

He could hear his mom breathing on the other end. Could imagine her pacing around the kitchen. He knew this whole thing was hard on her too. He didn't want to make it worse but in the end he needed to figure this out on his own. And he really was tired he just wanted to lie down and try to forget so much about this day.

"I love you mom. I'll be home tomorrow."

"I love you too baby. I'm sorry this is happening."

"I know. It's not your fault. I'm going to go."

"Ok. Good night Peter."

"Good night mom."

Peter walked back into the living room to find Lara Jean snuggled under a mound of blankets looking about as tired as he felt. He couldn't help the smile that spread across his face.

"I'm guessing the conversation went ok with your mom if you are smiling."

Peter walked towards her, still smiling.

"It could have gone worse. It could have gone better. I'm just happy I'm here with you."

"I'm a tuff one to get rid of Kavinsky."

Peter slid behind Lara Jean under all the blankets, wrapping his arms around her tiny frame and resting his head behind hers.

"Thank you for everything today. I never expected to win a state championship and have my dad stroll back into my life in the span of a few hours."

"I know it's a lot. How are you feeling?"

"Better than when I got here. Your dad was a huge help and just being with you makes everything seem better. I don't think I'm ready to make a decision yet thou. It just feels like such a loaded thing to ask me. I don't want to feel obligated to do it and I don't want my dad to think it's for him. But I can't shake that it's a little kid...related or not...he is just a sick kid and if I can help him shouldn't I?"

Lara Jean turned in his embrace and leaned her forehead against his.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do and you certainly don't need to decide tonight. Let's sleep...in the morning things may seem different...clearer...and if you still don't know what to do we can talk it thru or we can talk to your mom or talk to who ever you want."

"Have I told you today that I love you?"

"Maybe but I wouldn't mind hearing it again."

"I love you Lara Jean Covey."

"I love you too Peter Kavinsky."

They soon fell asleep, content in each other's arms.

Lara Jean woke up the next morning to the sound of pans clanging on the kitchen floor. She look at Peter and was unsurprised to see he didn't even flinch...that boy could sleep thru a hurricane! Carefully removing herself from Peter's arms and getting up from the couch she padded into the kitchen. There she found her dad looking frazzled as he read thru one of her cookbooks.

"Dad...what are you doin?"

"Oh hey sweetie. Did I wake you? I thought I could make pancakes...I'm having some problems."

"That's really sweet dad. How 'bout I get everything ready and you can flip them."

"Sounds like a plan."

Lara Jean started getting all the batter ready while her dad got out the spatula and cooking spray.

"So how is Peter doing? That's some pretty heavy stuff his dad laid on him."

"I think he is confused...torn about what the right thing is to do."

"There is no right or wrong here. He has to do what's right for him."

"I know. I told him as much. He just has this fear of becoming his dad...of being a bad guy."

"Look I think I'm a pretty good judge of character and I feel like I've gotten to know Peter pretty well since you guys have been dating...he has a good heart...I think he is a good man..."

"Thank you sir...that means a lot coming from you."

"Peter I didn't see you standing there. I hope Lara Jean and I didn't wake you up...we are making pancakes!"

Lara Jean rolled her eyes.

"I'm making pancakes...dads just standing around with a spatula telling me things about my boyfriend I already know."

Dan smiled and waved the spatula in the air.

"Pancakes sound great. Should I wake up Kitty."

"She slept over he friends house last night. She won't be home for a few hours. Listen, Peter about what I just said. I mean it. You are a good person. I see how you are with Lara Jean...and with Kitty. You don't have to worry about becoming your dad. You are very clearly your own man."

"Thank you and thank you for last night. I definitely feel better knowing what being tested and being a donor would entail. I just still don't know if it's what I want to do."

"That's ok. I'm glad I could help. And I'm always here if you need to talk...about medical stuff and life stuff too."

Lara Jean had her back turned on the two most important men in he life as they spoke and it was a good thing because she was fighting the urge to cry the whole time.

"Ok dad. It's time to flip them."

"Duty calls."

Peter chuckled as Dr. Covey walked over to the griddle and happily started flipping the pancakes. Peter, wanting to be helpful as well, began setting the table. He had been at Lara Jean's enough to know where everything was and he easily got everything on the table by the time Lara Jean and her dad brought the pancakes over.

"Wow guys they smell delicious!"

"Lara Jean gets most of the credit for that."

"Dad don't sell yourself short...at least you didn't burn them."

"It's the small miracles I guess."

They all laughed.

"Come don't let my unburnt masterpieces get cold...let's eat!"

The three quickly found their seats and started passing the food around.

"Um Dan do you think it would be ok if Lara Jean came home with me today? I would really like her there when I talk to my mom."

"Of course Peter and you know you can call me if your mom has any questions. And I'll make sure to text you the number of the oncologist I know."

"Thank you. That would be really helpful. My mom mentioned that my dad left some pamphlets at the house but I doubt my mom could understand them much better than me without a doctor around to ask questions."

"Peter would you like me to come today as well?"

"You would do that?"

"Of course. Your not just my daughter's boyfriend Peter...you are part of our family."

Lara Jean looked over at Peter. Her dad had said as much to her last night when she had asked if he could stay but to hear him say it to Peter...to see Peter's eyes well up as he tried to choke back tears...it warmed her up in a way she had never felt before. She leaned over the table and grabbed Peter's hand. He looked up at her and smiled before turning to her dad.

"You will never know how much that means to me sir."

"Well it's true although if you can't continually call me Dan I may take it back...we were doing so well until just now."

And then, like music to Lara Jean's ears, Peter laughed...he really laughed...for the first time since she found him in her room yesterday. It was also the first time since that moment that she knew Peter would be ok...that no matter what he decided he would get thru it.

The rest of breakfast went by in a flurry of appreciative groans and the clanking of forks on empty plates. Soon after the three found themselves walking into Peter's house.

"Mom. Hey mom. I'm home. Where are you?"

It was then Mrs. Kavinsky came running down the stairs.

"Oh Peter I'm so glad you're home. I've been so worr...oh sorry...you brought company?"

"Dr. Covey offered to go over all the medical stuff with us."

"I already told you your dad left pamphlets."

"I know mom but neither one of us are doctors...Dr. Covey was really helpful last night explaining a lot of this to me and like I said he offered..."

"Peter I am perfectly capable of reading and understanding a pamphlet...besides this is a family matter. We really should decide as a family."

"Mom, Lara Jean is family to me and her family has welcomed me...I would really like for you to do the same."

"That's fine Peter but again I think this is a decision that you and I should make together..."

"MOM! It's my decision to make and it's my decision who I take advice from in making it. Now I want your input but I also want Dr. Covey's. And Lara Jean...well I wouldn't decide anything about my life without her. So either you sit down with us or I can go back to the Covey's and figure it out there."

Peter stared at his mother. He wasn't lying...he wanted her input but at this point her involvement was up to her. He saw her shoulders drop and he knew she had made up her mind.

"Ok Peter, whatever you want. Why don't we head into the kitchen? I'll make some coffee."