"Lily's asleep now. Her fever's going down, thankfully. She should be down to a small cold by morning if we're lucky."

"And Peter...?"

Arthur looked up at him from across the table and paused. "He's doing much better. He has one hell of a cut on his head, but the water helped the bleeding stop somewhat. He has a high temperature, though. I've been trying to bring it down, but it simply won't budge. It's not going up, so that's a good thing."

"Will he be alright?"

"Well, we'll see. For now, let's just go to sleep. Do you have work tomorrow?"

"I can take another day and work from home. With the case, I only need to go in a few times until the actual court day. How about you? Do you have classes?"Arthur sighed and shook his head.

"I've only been taking these classes for a year now, Alfred. You'd think that you could at least memorize the days I do and don't have classes. But, yes, I have a two hour class at nine tomorrow." Alfred nodded and then smiled at him. Arthur looked his husband in the eyes and couldn't help but smile back. He stood and placed a kiss on Alfred's forehead before taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom for a good night's rest.

The morning sun poked through the drawn curtains and filtered through the room. Feeling the burning sun on her eyes, the young girl gently opened them and looked around. Her mouth opened in a yawn, but ended in a soft cough, though she could tell she wasn't as hot as before.

The door was mostly closed except for a small crack. From her position on the bed, she could see a little down the hall and the beginning of a kitchen. For a moment, she wondered where she was, but soon remembered the events of the previous night. Alfred and Arthur had come and found them. Alfred saved Peter and Arthur tucked her into bed when they had gotten back to the apartment. She watched as he tended to Peter and when he was done, he held her hand until she finally fell asleep.

She glanced over to the other bed where Peter still lay asleep. Tears pricked at her eyes. If she had been watching where she was going, Peter wouldn't be hurt. This was surely all her fault. She wiped away the tears and carefully pulled back the blankets. Gripping the bed, she stepped out and continued on when she found she wasn't dizzy.

She pulled the door open and looked around. Now closer to the kitchen, she saw Arthur and Alfred standing at the counter. Arthur held a tea cup and Alfred was sipping his coffee from a mug. They were both looking down at papers and talking quietly every now and then.

Lily would have stood there for a while had Alfred not glanced up for a moment and saw her peering out of the room. He shot her a huge smile and closed his binder. "Hey, kiddo. Good morning. You feeling better?" As Arthur looked up, Lily hid behind the door. Alfred chuckled softly.

"Lily?" Arthur called. "Come here, love. I want to check your temperature." Lily looked back at the two. They both smiled kindly at her and she blushed before stepping out of the room and walking over to them. Alfred lifted her up gently and set her on the counter. She squeaked at the sudden movement, but smiled when she saw she was high off the ground. Arthur placed a thermometer in her mouth and waited until it beeped.

"Ah, much better," he smiled, "It's down to ninety-eight point three. It's hardly a cold now." He looked back at Lily and placed a hand on her forehead. "How are you feeling, dear? I would assume a little better seeing as your temp has gone down."

"I-I feel better," she said quietly. "Uhm... I'm hungry..." She felt bad that she was hungry, as though it would be rude to ask for food. Of course, she hadn't eaten well since a week before as the children at the home didn't get fed much.

"Of course you are," Arthur said with a smile and helped her off the counter. He brought her to sit at the kitchen table and Alfred pulled out a box of cereal and fixed her a bowl.

Lily looked at the food as it was placed in front of her. "Peter's still asleep," she said, looking between Arthur and Alfred. "I-Is he alright?" The two adults exchanged glances and Arthur sat down in the chair next to Lily's.

"I believe he will be alright, but only time will tell. He's got a nasty cut, but it's healing quickly. We just need his temperature to go down and then we'll be in the clear." He gave the girl a soft smile and squeezed her hand. She pulled it away and shook her head, starting to cry.

"It's my fault! It's all my fault! If I hadn't been running so fast... I-If I hadn't almost fallen, he wouldn't have fallen and we'd all be alright and he wouldn't be hurt and... And..."

Alfred quickly came over and knelt down, pulling her into a hug. "It's not your fault, kiddo. Artie and I hardly saw the river. It was dark, you two were scared, and Peter was just trying to protect you. He'll be fine, I promise. I know he's a strong boy. He wouldn't let something like this knock him down for long."

Lily nodded as she clutched onto Alfred's shirt. Arthur got up and plucked some tissues from a box as Lily finished crying. He gently wiped her face and kissed her cheek. Alfred rubbed her back as she hiccuped and the last of her tears dried.

"I-I'm sorry," she choked out.

"Don't be. It's alright, though," Alfred smiled and helped her sit up again so she could eat her cereal. "Peter'll be alright soon."

"And I'm afraid I must be off to class, loves," Arthur smiled. "I'll be back in a few hours. Alfred, keep and eye on the kids and Lily, if you're still tired take a nap, okay?" The two nodded and Arthur smiled before grabbing his notes and book bag and leaving the apartment.

"How about you eat some breakfast and then we can figure out something to do," Alfred suggested. "We don't have much to do around here, but that'll soon change!"

"It'll change?" Lily asked.

Alfred looked confused for a moment, then hit his head with his palm. "We didn't tell you guys yet! Yeah, it'll change 'cause you two are going to be living here." Lily's eyes widened.

"Y-You mean... You mean...?"

"Yup! I'm your dad now!" Lily's face brightened and she flung her arms around Alfred. The American blinked, but smiled softly down at her.

"T-Thank you so much!" Alfred's smile widened and he hugged her back tightly.

"You're welcome. You guys were just too awesome, we couldn't go a week without you! And now you're gonna have a home." He paused and thought a moment. "We've got television and Artie's got some books. So, we have a few things you guys can do."

Lily nodded and pulled out of the hug. She then started to eat, her hunger starting to take over. Alfred smiled and watched her as he cleaned up from his and Arthur's breakfast. He washed and dried the dishes before placing them on the drying rack. It wasn't long before he realized he had a little helper with him. Lily was standing on her tip toes, trying to wash her bowl. Alfred watched with a smile as she rinsed it out and placed it on the drying rack next to the bowl Alfred had just set down. She then looked up at Alfred and realized he had been watching her. She blushed, but he smiled.

"You didn't have to do that, you know," Alfred said. "I woulda cleaned that up for you. Artie said you need your rest."

"Yeah, but I wanted to help. I don't like feeling useless." At this Alfred chuckled and ruffled her hair.

"You're not useless, kiddo, but if it makes you feel any better, Artie and I will make you guys a chore list when you both are settled better. For now, though, you need to rest a bit. Artie's got some books if you wanna read and the TV's got a few cable stations. But if you're tired, you should sleep." Lily nodded and wandered into the living room. She went to the bookshelf and looked through it.

The bookshelf was one of Arthur's most prized possessions. Even though they didn't have a whole lot of money, Arthur refused to sell his books or the shelf. He loved to read and many of those books were collectors editions. Arthur could sit for hours reading a Shakespeare play and Alfred loved watching him read. He always looked so happy, as though he could escape to other worlds when he read.

Lily picked up a thin volume, a child's book from when Arthur was younger. She sat down on the couch and began to read. Alfred came into the living room as well and sat in a chair. He asked if she minded if he turned on the television and she shook her head 'no.' Alfred watched the ending of a baseball game as Lily read the book, the two sitting in a peaceful stillness.

The first thing the young boy noticed was that his head was throbbing something terrible. He didn't dare open his eyes as he was already dizzy and he knew opening them would just make it worse. The pain was horrible, but he could tell there had been an attempt at dulling it.

The second thing he noticed was that he was alive. Memories rushed back much too fast making him wince once again. He remembered running from someone and pushing Lily back from falling in the river. Unfortunately, he had ended up hitting his head on the rocky bank below. The last thing he remembered was the ice cold feeling of water surrounding his small body.

The third thing he noticed was that he was both hot and cold at the same time. It was a horrible feeling, one he wished he could just run away from. He tried to press himself into the blankets, but it did not seem to help. He felt tired, hot, and cold and wished it would all just go away.

The creaking of what sounded like a door startled him and made him jump a little. The person didn't seem to notice as they continued their pace towards what Peter assumed was a bed he was laying on. The person laid a land on his forehead and made a 'tsking' sound. He then felt something cold press against it and felt slight relief from the hot side of his body.

"Come on, lad. Wake up, please," a familiar accented voice pleaded calmly. Peter froze. He knew that voice, but there was no way...! They had thrown him and Lily out! There was no way Arthur was with him now.

Carefully, Peter opened his eyes. The world was terribly blurry and his headache increased as his eyes desperately tried to focus on something. "There you go, come on," the voice said softly. Peter decided to look up and found himself looking into familiar, soft green eyes. His own were half-lidded and he wanted to close them so much, but refused to do so.

"You're finally awake," Arthur breathed. "Thank God! You've been out for nearly a day and that nasty cut on your head didn't help." Peter started to shift, but Arthur firmly touched his shoulders. "Now, don't move too much. I'm almost certain you have a concussion."

Peter simply nodded and laid where he was as Arthur fussed about him. He watched the Brit, careful to not dizzy himself. "W-Where am I-I?" he finally asked when his voice had somewhat returned to him. Arthur looked down for a moment and smiled.

"You don't recognize the room? You're at home, Peter. Alfred jumped into the river after you and we brought you and Lily back," Arthur said kindly, placing another bandage over the cut. "Alfred is in the living room with Lily who was asleep when I came home. And before you ask, yes she is fine. Her temperature is way down today. Now we just have to get you better." He stopped talking as he placed the final bandage over Peter's head, making the boy wince slightly. "There we go. Now, are you hungry?"

Peter made a motion similar to shaking his head, but didn't dare to actually move. "No, I'm tired," the boy snapped. Arthur nodded and tucked him in a little more.

"Alright, then. I'm going to wake you up in a few hours for supper, though. Sleep well." Arthur started to gather his medical items.

"Whatever," Peter rolled his eyes and felt relief when he closed them. He didn't see Arthur smirk at him, but he heard his footsteps start to grow softer. "Wait," he called hoping Arthur was still in the room. The footsteps stopped. "A-Are we gonna stay here with you?" Peter asked without opening his eyes.

There was a long moment of silence and Peter was wondering if Arthur had already gone and not head him. Then, the Brit spoke up. "Yes... You and Lily will both be staying here... For a long while." Peter noticed the smile in the voice and smiled as well before sleep took over him once again.

Arthur smiled softly and closed the bedroom door before going out to the living room where Alfred was on the chair and Lily was stretched out on the couch, a blanket around her. He had found Alfred watching a baseball game and Lily sitting on the couch asleep with a book on her lap. He scolded Alfred for not laying her down and placed her in a more comfortable position.

Alfred looked up as Arthur came and sat down on the arm of the chair. He leaned forward and Arthur leaned down so the two could share a quick, but loving kiss. "How is he?" Alfred asked as they pulled away.

"He woke up, thankfully," Arthur said with relief. "He definitely has a concussion, though, and is very tired. I'm just hoping he'll be hungry when I wake him up for supper." Alfred smiled and nodded, scooting over in the small chair so Arthur could squeeze next to him. The Brit laid his head down on his husband's shoulder, looking at Lily who was curled under the blanket.

"We have a family now, don't we?" Alfred asked after a few moments. Arthur gazed up at him and nodded.

"Yes... We do now, don't we?" He sighed. "When I pictured my future life after we got married, I never imagined it would turn out this way."

"Oh really?" Alfred asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yes, I always thought we would get ourselves out of debt and move someplace nice. I always wanted children, but assumed we would never have any. I was content with that though."

"Any particular reason why?" Alfred smirked when Arthur didn't continue the previous sentence.

Arthur looked up at him with a light glare. He then looked away and stared at the floor. "Because I had you. I was happy enough." Alfred made an 'aw' sound and got a smack on the arm in response.

"But now we have two kids, right?" Alfred asked with a smile. "How do you feel about that?"

Arthur looked up at him and smiled, nuzzling into Alfred's neck. "I feel pretty bloody happy. I have no idea how we're going to take care of them and keep a steady life."

"We'll figure something out! Don't worry, Artie! Remember, I'm the—"

"You're the hero. Yes, I know," Arthur smirked up at him. "And I'll never forget that."

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