So, this chapter was co-written with the amazing and lovely Fanficgirl18 and was named after the song by the band Cage The Elephant, bla bla no rights claimed by me.
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Peter Kayla and Frankie?
Ain't No Rest For The Wicked

''Follow your heart, but take your brain with you.''

Peter nervously glanced over at Kayla as he was driving her back to Lana's place. He knew that she was mad at him and was just waiting for the moment she would explode; truthfully he just wanted it to be over as soon as possible. Because there truly was nothing going on between him and Frankie, he had no feelings for her whatsoever, truly.

"Peter, for the millionth time I'm not mad. I just wish you would have told me. If I'm going to be your wife I deserve to know everything." Kayla finally couldn't take it any longer. She had been silently stewing ever since they left the restaurant, in disbelieve that this was how she would find out about something this important.

Peter almost regretted not taking Lana with them in his car; he knew Kayla wouldn't want to fight in front of her. ''I just didn't think it was important, we broke up what? 12 Years ago? I'd practically forgotten about her,'' he lied through his teeth and hoped she wouldn't notice. Honestly, it had been hard to get over Frankie; she had been such a big part of his life.

"Was she your first?" Kayla knew she was out of line but she was his fiancée so it didn't matter, they should be able to talk openly about this.
''Does it matter?'' Peter asked her. When he noticed the look on her face he knew he better be as honest as he could possibly be, it would help them move on from this. ''She was,'' he told Kayla. ''We were both sixteen, it was after our junior prom… Anything else you want to know?''

"Who's better?" She continued seriously.
He looked over at her in disbelief, ''you can't be serious,'' he said. When she didn't budge he sighed, ''it's not that one of you was necessarily better than the other, you're both very different,'' he told her.

"In what way?" She asked inching closer to him.
Peter was having a hard time keeping his attention on the road, he hesitated with answering her, ''it's just… she and I were each other's firsts, we had to learn everything together and in the end it was pretty… great, I guess. With you and me, we both already had experience which helped a lot,'' he said. He noticed the expression on her face, ''and now it's pretty damn great too,'' he stammered, slightly intimidated by her.

"Pull over!" Kayla demanded.
''Kayla, come on,'' he said. ''This was all twelve years ago, why can't we just move on? She'll work at the clinic for a few weeks and then she's gone, we'll probably never see her again let alone have to deal with her. You know I love you and I want to marry you. You. No one else.'' Knowing his words wouldn't be enough – at least not for tonight – he pulled over.

As she felt Peter put the car in park, she kissed him passionately. "Do you like it when we do this?" She asked afterwards.
Peter looked at her lips hungrily, ''of course I do,'' he said. He tried to lean in to kiss her again but Kayla put a hand on his chest and stopped him. He looked at her confused, ''what?''

"Don't ever keep anything like that from me again, or this," she said unbuttoning her shirt and then his. "Won't happen anymore. Are we clear?"
''Yes, absolutely,'' he said, his eyes glued to her chest. Feeling her hands on his chest he kissed her passionately.

''So nice of you that you let me join you for lunch,'' Frankie told Peter as they were heading down to the cafeteria. ''I had a really great time last night and I can't wait to get to know Kayla better,'' she lied. She didn't even care a little bit about Kayla, the sooner she was out of the picture the better. All she had to do was be nice for a little while to get closer to Peter.
Peter forced a smile, ''just glad you're enjoying Philly so far,'' he told her. He knew he was in big trouble, he and Kayla were supposed to have lunch together, the two of them. Frankie had invited herself and what was he going to do? He couldn't just tell her no, he was raised better than that.

"Hey you! Sorry I'm late. We ready to- Oh hey there Frankie." Kayla forced a smile. "I wasn't expecting you."
Peter spun around to look at Kayla, ''hey sweetie,'' he greeted her, kissing her cheek. ''Frankie heard about our plans and wanted to join.'' He explained shortly, hoping Kayla would figure out that this wasn't his idea.

''Hi,'' Frankie said, ''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mess up your plans or anything, it's just that I'm only in town for a short while – probably – and I would just love to get to know you better,'' she said to Kayla. ''Plus, I'll never pass up an opportunity to spend time with you,'' she flashed a big smile at Peter.
"That's nice. Baby, maybe we should set Frankie and Nick up on a date!" Kayla offered as they sat down at one of the tables. Anything to get her seductive ass away from Peter.

''Oh, I don't know,'' Frankie said, ''he's not really my type, I'm more into brunettes… with tattoos, it just makes them look so rugged,'' she gave Peter a seductive look. She knew he was still interested in her and she regretted breaking up with him all those years ago. Sure, he hadn't been husband material back then but he had lived up to his full potential.
Peter smiled at her, ''maybe there's somebody else here at the hospital who you'll like,'' he told her. He wasn't a complete idiot – he knew she had described him, but he refused to believe that she would try to steal him away from Kayla, she was better than that.

"No no. I like Nick, I just think you two need to get to know each other better." Kayla persisted. Just then she heard her pager go off. "Damn it! Ped's cardiac arrest! I have to go sweetie! I'll see you tonight?" Kayla asked before practically making out with Peter in front of Frankie. She had to mark her territory.
''See you tonight,'' Peter told her as she rushed off. He turned back to Frankie, ''so I guess it's just you and me now. How do you like Rittenhouse so far?'' He figured he's just make small talk until he finished lunch and then get back to work – he knew Kayla wouldn't exactly be thrilled if he and Frankie did anything more than make small talk.

"So we are! So Peter, I have a complicated induction tomorrow. Would you maybe want to come over and go over the birth plan? You will be helping me out after all.'' Frankie gave him the sweetest smile she could muster.
''Actually, Kayla and I have plans tonight, I'm sorry,'' Peter said. He hated this, it was yet another lie – it seemed like all he was doing was lying ever since Frankie had came into town. ''Maybe you can get someone from Labor and Delivery to help you? I'm sure Dr. Michelson will be happy to help you, and as far as I know he is single.'' He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"No, that's okay it was just a suggestion." Frankie concluded.
Peter could see the displeased look on her face. He could cut her some slack, right? Kayla might be worried that she was coming on to him but Frankie must've seen how happy they were together. He took a deep breath, ''maybe I can ask Kayla and she can help us? She has some experience with delivering babies,'' he said. It seemed to be the best solution: he'd be helping Frankie out and it also gave him a chance to show Kayla that there was nothing going on between them.

"I don't think so; I'll let you know though, okay? Excuse me, Peter. I have an appointment!'' She gave a quick hug before rushing off. Her sandals clicked as she walked and Peter noticed the Namaste tattoo on the back of her foot.
Peter sighed as he sat back in his chair. Everything had been perfect until Frankie had come into town, he and Kayla were happier than ever before, that was for sure. She was messing with his mind; Kayla was perfect for him, right? He wasn't so sure anymore, he had a lot more in common with Frankie: she's a Buddhist, like him. They were raised the same way, same morals and values… they had survived high school together which was an accomplishment on its own.

Having Frankie in town definitely gave him a lot to think about…

''Hey, how did it go in the emergency room?'' Peter asked Kayla as he caught up to her in the hallway. He had been avoiding Frankie all afternoon – which wasn't easy considering their work proximity – and couldn't wait to get his mind off of her.
"The little kid is on a breathing tube but stable. How was lunch?" Kayla asked, dreading the answer a bit.

''It was okay,'' Peter told her. ''Frankie left soon after you did... she wanted to get together tonight to go over some plans for a delivery she's doing tomorrow.'' Full disclosure seemed to be the best option at the moment.
"You didn't want to help?" Kayla asked, genuinely knowing that medicine was more important than innocent jealously.

''I told her to ask Dr. Michelson,'' Peter told her. ''She said it was a complex delivery and he's more knowledgeable than me, will be able to help her out more. Plus, from what I heard today he's definitely her type and-'' Kayla interrupted him.
"Peter, you don't have to lie. I know she's not interested in Dr. Michelson, she's interested in you and I'm okay with that. As long as it doesn't change our feelings for each other what's the harm?"

Peter frowned. ''If you're not worried about that then why have you been acting so different with her around?'' He asked. ''You know you have nothing to worry about, I love you and I always will.''
"She's willing to do anything to get what she wants. Can't you see that?"

''I can see that,'' Peter said, ''but I'm not interested in her, whatever she does isn't going to change a thing between us.'' It had been easier to ignore Frankie's advances before Kayla had made such a big deal out of them, but there was no going back now. ''You have nothing to worry about, she and I are over and after she leaves here I plan on never seeing her again.''

"She might plan on seeing you." Kayla mumbled.
''That doesn't mean I plan on seeing her,'' Peter reminded her. ''Plus, after we get married she'll probably lose interest. We just have to stick it out for now and once she's gone it'll be like she was never here.''

"I really don't want to talk about this. I need air." She grabbed her sweater and was out the door within seconds.

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