Elizabeth frowned as she saw Peter come downstairs, looking every bit as tormented as a long suffering father would. Having been married to her love for as long as they had, El knew the look of guilt on her husbands face when he saw it.
"Tell me you didn't" El pleaded with her husband.
Peter looked up in guilt as he neither confirmed nor denied his wife's question.
"Peter! How could you!" El exclaimed in a huff. "After everything, you still went and did it anyway!"
"El, I had no…" Peter's words were cut off abruptly as she hushed him. Mozzie poked his head in tentatively, for all of his knowledge; the little moppet still hated anyone raising their voice.
"Moz, its ok bud, what's the problem?" Peter questioned softly.
"Can I go and see Neal now?" Mozzie asked his feuding parents, he wasn't daft he knew exactly what was going on.
"Course you can, take some juice boxes up for you both and some cookies." El handed the sugary sweets over to her eldest whilst raising her eyebrows at Peter in defiance, whom to his credit, merely held his hands up in acknowledgement.
Mozzie trotted off up the stairs with the snacks to seek out his brother and his beloved dog, leaving his parents to continue their talk.
Both adults watched the child trot up the stairs before El turned to her husband and raised an eyebrow. Peter knew that look and hastily explained the rules of punishment he had outlined to his youngest son. As he finished, Peter got the feeling he wouldn't be enjoying the comforts from either his wife or his bed tonight.
"I cannot believe you! You…you went and made a decision without even consulting me! You know I would never agree to such a harsh punishment! You know what, I need to make dinner, and you need to find a way to solve this mess!"
Peter stood speechless. "Should I get the blankets for the couch?"
"Please! Your in the shed!"
