Amaryllis belladonna

Chapter IIII: Once a Fluff

Late update but an update nonetheless.

-Many years ago-

The sun was beginning to set, Laurel and Peter sat outside on the garden swing watching the changing color in the sky. She looked over to her oh so perfect boyfriend who gave her a charming smile that made her heart melt. He held her hand tightly as she looked down at the ground. "It's okay darling, they'll love me. I'm perfect. What's wrong?"

Holding her chin between his pointer finger and thumb, he lifted up her head so their eyes met. She was doing her best to avoid contact with him which made dear old Peter more anxious to get her attention. He placed both hands on each side of her face. "What are you doing?"

Peter wore this dark smirk sending the butterflies in her stomach in a fluttery fury. He smashed her cheeks together and pulled them apart repeating the process until she smashed his cheeks together. A smile broke from Laurel's face as they started to lightly pinch each other's cheeks. "Seriously Peter, what are we doing right now?"

He released her cheeks and stared into her eyes, "I needed you to smile for me. You being nervous makes me go on edge and darling we know how I get when I'm on edge."

"I see..." She locked eyes with him and didn't want to tear away from him. He leaned in barely touching her lips making her want more of him. He pulled away and smirked before turning the other way, "Why did you-"

"You're mother wanting to rip off my head can be a good reason darling." Laurel turned around to see her mother standing in the doorway tapping her foot. She wasn't happy in fact she was livid that her daughter decided to date a Hale, the irony she will never tell Laurel of.

"Dinner in ten. I hope you like pasta Peter." Her mother kept her sentences short just in case slip-ups were to happen.

Peter stood up and offered his hand to Laurel and hoisted her up with ease. From the window he knew she was watching him like a hawk, "I take it your mother isn't a big fan of mine?"

Laurel dusted off any dirt from her jeans before giving him a dirty look, "Geez I wonder why? My Peter is perfect in every single aspect, why would she ever hate you?" Each word that came out of her mouth was dripping in sweet sarcasm.

He smiled at her, "I know right?" She rolled her eyes and playfully elbowed him in the stomach. "Shall we?" She linked her arms in with his as they walked into the house together and playing the gentleman, Peter helped her mother set the table.

Once everything was situated and Noel arrived with Henry her boyfriend, things got just as awkward as they thought. "Tell me Peter how did you guys meet?"

"Well, It was her first day of high school and I was talking to my friends. I happened to lean on her locker and she boldly told me to get off. We found out I was a student aid for her first period and not to mention Bobby's team captain, so we saw each other a lot."

"How long have you guys been dating now?"

"Well sir, we went on a few dates for many weeks until we made it official if I had to give you an answer it would be 8 months and 16 days."

"What are your plans with my daughter?"

"She very special to me and honestly we are still learning about each other every day. I just hope that everyday well last for a long time to come. She is an amazing girl and I'm just lucky to have her in my life."

Laurel glanced over to her mother who was eating dinner quietly to herself biting her tongue at every word Peter said. Her mother could put on quite a fake front when she needed it but it wasn't hard for her children to know. Peter hand slipped under the table to hold Laurel's hand under the table, he sensed her emotions she was feeling and knew she was off. After dinner her mother pulled Peter off to the side to have a word with him. Laurel could only imagine the things she said to him.

Laurel's fingers traced the design of the wooden box with the softest touch; this box was passed down from generation to generation from her mother's side. She could hear him enter her room without turning around; his arms enveloped her tiny frame and pulled her closer to him. "Have you decided?"

"Yes, I'll do whatever for my family." She stated in a determined voice Peter smirked as he buried his face into her neck. Laurel opened the old wooden box slowly revealing many throwing blades and two silver balisongs.

"Ah the old butterfly knives, I haven't seen these since you swore off hunting and became a wolf." Peter picked one of the balisongs up and examined it with a crucial eye. Laurel took the other balisong and unlatched the handle; she swung the blade open and flipped it a few times around her fingers before making it snap close. "Mmm my littler hunter, shall we hunt down a few pesky teenagers?"

"Before we do, I need a few things. A few things that is dangerous to us." Peter placed the balisong back down and looked at her questioningly. "Wolf's Bane Oil and Nightshade Oil, going to make a special poison, I'm getting her back and if I have to hunt down an alpha then so be it."

"Where are you going to get that from?"

Laurel turned to Peter with a small smile, "My mother."

Thank you for reading, until next time!

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