Peter walked into the house at a quarter to midnight, a bouquet of red roses in his hand. He heard the TV on and went over to where El was. He kissed her cheek and handed her the roses. "Sorry," he said quietly.
"You're forgiven," El said quietly. "Neal called while you were on your way home. Moz's with him but he's not in a good space. I feel bad."
"Why? She was a friend of a friend. There was no reason for you to know of the connection," Peter said as he moved to sit down on the couch. He gently pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her.
"I still feel bad," El whispered. "Like I should have known or something."
"How?" Peter asked quietly as he kissed her cheek lovingly.
El sighed softly. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Peter replied and grinned. "So, I'm home before midnight."
"Barely," El said with a chuckle. "I'm pregnant."
Peter grinned at hearing that and kissed her shoulder. "I'm going to miss our practice sessions then."
"Oh stop it," El said with a chuckle as she moved and kissed what she could reach of him. "I love you."
"And I love you – even if you do have bad recommendations," Peter teased.
El moved and hit Peter with a pillow before cuddling close to him. Peter grinned and picked El up, moving with her to the bedroom to celebrate their good news.