Hey, guys!
So, it has been a long time since I have posted in this fandom, but I'm extra excited for this one.
This is also a birthday gift for aliqueen16, my bestest friend forever. Thanks for being so awesome and amazing! I love you! And this will probably become a collection of birthday and Christmas gifts for you, lol.
This is a companion fic to "You Gonna Break My Heart" you probably don't have to read it first, but there will probably be references and it would be appreciated.
I hope you enjoy!
The first Letter
Peter Kavinsky leaned against the bassinet and sighed happily. He was sure that he was the happiest person on the entire planet. Even though at that moment, he had forgotten that the world was there. He was focused on one thing. His beautiful Evie.
He rested his head against his arms as he watched his baby girl sleep peacefully. Every once in a while, Evangeline would shift or yawn in her sleep, and each time she did, Peter's heart melted just a bit more.
"Hey."
Peter turned around at the sound of his wife's voice, then smiled. "Hey, Covey," he said. He kept his voice as soft as a blanket, he didn't want to wake up his baby.
He walked over to her and gently pressed a kiss to Lara Jean's soft lips. He reached up and pushed her hair away from her face. She still had that glow that she had when she first saw Evangeline, the glimmer in her eyes that he hoped would never go away. It was like she had little stars in her eyes.
He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. She smelled different too. The smell of coconut shampoo mixed with baby powder. He liked it. It suited her nicely. It made him even more in love with her, if that was even possible. Though he wondered if he smelled like baby powder too.
"How is she?" Lara Jean asked as she leaned her head against his chest. He pulled her closer.
"She's great," he said. "Sleeping like a baby. Did you know that she wrinkles her nose in her sleep? I bet she'll be like you and smile in her sleep when she's old enough. She reminds me so much of you already."
Lara Jean smiled, then squeezed his hand. "You should see her when she eats," she said. "She's exactly like you there. She eats every last bit that she can get. Then she gets the hiccups."
Peter grinned before pressing another kiss to his wife's temple. He loved her. He loved her so much. How had he ever survived without her? "My Silly Covey," he teased, his voice loving and playful.
She shook her head. "I am not your Silly Covey," she said. "I am your Silly Covey-Kavinsky."
Peter's grin widened. He always loved it when she said her new surname. It was proof that she belonged with him. That they would be together for always and forever.
"I love you," he said, then looked up as Evangeline began to cry. Her cry was soft, but it squeaked and mewed in a way that shattered Peter's heart. It made him want to run over and pull her into his protective arms and keep her safe from anyone or anything that would ever make her cry again.
Lara Jean walked up the bassinet and picked up Evangeline. "Hey, cutie," she cooed as she rocked the baby in her arms. "What's the matter?"
Peter walked towards the two of them, then looked over Lara Jean's shoulder at their baby. Her pink face had turned red from crying and her eyes were squeezed shut. It made Peter's heart thump painfully. "Is she hungry?" He asked.
Lara Jean looked up at the clock they had put in the nursery. It was a little pink cuckoo clock that they had found at Peter's mother's antique store. They had loved it as soon as they saw it and took it home that day.
"Yeah, it is time for her next feeding," she said.
Peter nodded, then pressed one last kiss to Lara Jean's lips, then one to Evangeline's forehead. He knew that Lara Jean wanted to feed their baby in private, and that was fine by Peter. He had no problem giving the two of them the privacy that they wanted.
"Bon appétite, Evie," he said.
Peter sat at the table, but his mind was elsewhere. His thoughts always circled back to his Evangeline. He wanted to hold his baby girl close and never let her go. She was his baby girl and he hoped that fact never changed. He loved her more than he had even realized was possible. Before Evie, he didn't even know that such an immense amount of love was even possible, but now he knew that it was.
He leaned forward and sighed. He missed her so much and he had only been away from her for a few minutes. It made him wonder how much his father had really loved him if he had just been able to pack up and leave with no goodbyes. Peter couldn't even be away from his daughter for a few minutes without needing to see and hold her again.
After a moment, Peter stood and walked to Lara Jean's desk. Normally he would never take anything off of it, but he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, then sat back down at the table.
He sat there for a moment, before putting the pen to the paper and beginning to write.
To my darling Evangeline,
Writing letters is something that your mama is much better at than me. I am just a bit too blunt, I guess. I was never very good at writing, but I wanted to write you one of your own.
Oh, my sweet baby girl, I have only known you for a short while, but I already love you more than life itself. I am in awe of every single thing you do. From a yawn to wrapping your fingers around one of my own, you make my heart melt.
I remember the day that your mama told me she was pregnant with you. I was so excited, but so scared. I was excited to be entering this new part of my life and welcome you into the world, but I was so scared that I would mess up and break you the same way that my father broke me.
Then I met you. I was really really scared, but then I held you for the first time and everything just felt right. I was still worried, but I knew we would make it through whatever bumps in the road we would have.
I can't wait to be there for every moment of your life. Your first steps, your first birthday, your first smile, first boyfriend… I want to be there for all of it.
I want to be there for the rainy days, the sick days, the normal days, the goodnight kisses and bedtime stories. All of it. Every single moment.
I love you so much, my Baby Covey. More than words can describe. I love you with every beat of my heart and every breath in my lungs. I love you, and I hope that you never forget that.
Yours for always and forever,
Daddy.
He looked down at the letter he had written, then read back through it. It felt weird writing something that was so vulnerable and open. He only opened up like that for Lara Jean. To everyone else, he was the strong and happy Peter Kavinsky.
He also had no idea that he could write like that. Normally the things he wrote were to the point and concise to where they were dull. This letter, on the other hand, dripped with raw emotion.
He stayed still for a moment, then folded the letter into half and placed it into an envelope. He wasn't sure where he would put it now that he had actually written it. He wouldn't be able to give it to Evie for at least a few years. He didn't want to lose it in the meantime.
"What's that?"
Peter looked up and smiled at Lara Jean. "Oh, it's a letter for Evie when she gets a bit older," he said.
Lara Jean smiled back, then adjusted Evangeline in her arms. "Awwww," she said. "That's so sweet."
Peter nodded. "I just don't know where to put it," he sighed. "I don't wanna lose it before I can give it to her…"
Lara Jean's face lit up, and then before Peter could react, she handed Evangeline to him. "Hold her," she said. "I'll be right back."
Peter nodded wordlessly as she ran off, then looked down at his daughter. She had been sleeping in Lara Jean's arms, but now she was wide awake.
"Hey, cutie," he said as he leaned back. "How are you?"
Evangeline looked around for a second, her big eyes exploring the room. After a moment, she focused on him. Her eyes lip up and she cooed happily.
Peter felt his heart melt and his chest warm up at her happiness. He wondered if she would be smiling if she was old enough.
"Yeah?" He cooed, then gently tickled her chubby little tummy. He smiled as she squirmed. A baby Covey through and through. She was just like her mama. "Are you happy?
Evangeline's eyes sparkled as she continued to squirm. Peter had noticed that she had little gold specks in her eyes, just like Lara Jean had said about him in her letter. They were like little stars, so bright and beautiful.
"What are you doing to my baby, Peter?" Lara Jean asked as she walked back into the room. Her voice was playful and her eyebrow was raised. It was adorable.
"Just a little tickle attack," he told her, trying to keep his voice sounding innocent. He held Evangeline up. "See? She liked it."
Lara Jean rolled her eyes. "Sometimes I wonder which one of you is the baby," she teased, then kissed him. "I brought you something."
Peter smiled. "What is it?" He asked.
She pulled out a turquoise striped box with a bow on top. It looked old, worn, loved. "My mom gave this to me," she said, and Peter watched as her eyes got the far away look they always got when she was talking about her mom. "I put my letters in it."
"Covey," he said as he looked at the hatbox. He knew that this had to be important to her if it was something from her mother. "Are you sure you want to use it for this?"
Lara Jean nodded. "I always wanted to give it to my daughter, but having it filled up with letters first is an even better gift."
Peter nodded, then looked down at his Baby Evie. She was perfect, and she was his. He loved her so much. He loved her so much that he couldn't even describe it.
He would write her letters. At the high times and at the low times. When he was happy and when he was sad.
Because maybe the best gift he could give her would be a box of letters.
So, there you go! The first letter! I hope you enjoyed! Please follow, fave, and review! I would love to know what you thought!
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