Enemies to Lovers - Chapter Eight
Gabriel approached the apartment door carrying several bags to many. He looked around to make sure no one was watching before focusing on the locked door and the two chain locks he knew were on the other side before turning his attention to the tumbler.
When he entered the room, he set the groceries down on the kitchen counter and looked around the apartment. He couldn't help but roll his eyes when his eyes landed on the sleeping figure of Peter.
"It's nice to know he's aware of his surroundings."
"He would have woken up if anyone bad came," Marie said from her spot on the floor where she was playing with a set of army men.
"I'm bad," he pointed out.
"Used to be bad," she corrected. "Besides, he trusts you."
"That's psychotic."
"But it's true."
"Okay," he said, not really believing her. She was just a kid, what did she know? Peter didn't trust him. He could, not after everything he's done, all the people he's killed.
When Peter woke twenty minutes later, he found his arm draped around a small child, a girl sitting a few feet in front of him playing with little green army men, and strange noises coming from the kitchen.
He sat up carefully, not wanting to disturb the sleeping baby, and looked into the kitchen.
The sight before him was almost unbearable. He could not stop the laugh that escaped his lips.
"What?" Gabriel asked as Peter buried his face into his hands in an attempt to muffle the laughter.
"Nothing," Peter chuckled, the laugher subsiding as he came to his feet to join his brother in the kitchen.
"What?" he asked again, seeing the grin on his face.
"This just reminds me of something that happened in the future. Mr. Mom."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he asked.
"That when I found you in the future so I could take your power, you were doing basically this. Only a lot more fruity."
"What do you mean by fruity?"
"I mean you were wearing an apron and everything."
Gabriel growled.
"Hey, I'm just telling it like it is."
Another growl.
Peter rolled his eyes and settled into one of the stools by the counter.
"Did you have a nice nap?" Gabriel asked him, stirring whatever concoction was in the mixing bowl.
"Not really," he shook his head. "I'm having weird dreams again and I can't tell if they're visions or if it's dad's doing."
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