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Summary: While working on a case involving a child trafficker, Peter gets an unexpected surprise on his door step. The adventures of our favourite little con as a child! :)
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
Warning: This is so sweet that you may want to consult your dentist. I did, because my jaw was on the floor from last night's finale! HOLY SH*T!
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Peter watched with a grin plastered on his face as Neal and his wife dumped practically an entire carton of chocolate chips into the freshly made batter of pancakes. Neal's hands grasped the end of the container, Elle's arms wrapped around him. Sounds of laughter and the glorious smell of pancakes filled the air.
It had been a messy affair. Neal's suit jacket, blue tie, and tiny sized loafers had been removed for preservation. What was left on his body had turned into a baking crime scene. Flour dusted the baby's head making him look as though his hair was now salt and peppered with white streaks running haphazardly. Bits of yellow pancake batter clung to his (now not so )white dress shirt. Neal continuously found them, each time looking surprised at his sudden discovery, and popped them into his tiny mouth, earning a giggle from both Elle and Peter. Not even his grey socks had been spared; an egg shell had been smushed into the fabric. Chocolate was smeared across his chin, from when he stole chocolate chips when he thought the adults were not looking. He hadn't fully developed his somewhat flawless stealing techniques that had given him his shiny light yet.
Once the batter was finally made, Neal was a wreck. For that matter, so was the kitchen.
"I believe a bath is in order." Cried Elle, hefting the child back into her loving embrace. She walked towards her husband.
"Can you handle this, I have got to make sure the pancakes cook correctly." She said as she transferred Neal over to Peter. She had chocolate and flour smeared on her blue pajama shirt. She didn't seem to notice or care. She leaned down towards Neal. "Pancakes will be done as soon as you get out, honey." She kissed him on his nose, and the little boy giggled, blushing slightly.
Peter leaned forward to kiss Elle, pulling her into a sloppy hug, and slapping a big kiss on her lips. Neal was in the middle, giggling again. He tried to wrap his little arms around both of them. They all laughed.
"Alright buddy, no more delaying, it's bath time!" Peter said heading for the stairs. He positioned Neal so that he would be sitting atop his shoulders; something his father used to do with Peter when he was a child. Neal laughed happily, his hands wrapping around Peter's forehead.
"Will there be bubbles?" He asked, his voice becoming questioning.
Peter gave a short laugh. "Sure, I'll see what we got."
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He gave the boy some privacy to slip into the overflowing bubbly tub. Peter had found a tube of Elle's lavender smelling bubble bath in the medicine cabinet, and dumped a good portion into the tub. He made sure the water was an appropriate temperature for the small child, and watched as the bubbles became mountainous, towering over the porcelain tub. It would be a huge disaster zone by the time they were finished, but Neal would be thrilled, and smell lovely too.
Peter smiled to himself. He had always wanted a son.
A muffled Pe-er came from inside the bathroom. It sounded as though someone was struggling inside. Peter's heart was pounding as he strode over to the bathroom, his mind reeling from the possibilities of what could have happened in the few moments he wasn't with his…the child.
He turned the brass door knob and stepped inside. "Neal? What's wrong, buddy?"
He bit back a laugh. Before him stood Neal, with his arms in the air, and shirt covering his face.
"Buddy what happened?" He said, kneeling before the kid.
"I too small, It not work." Came the silenced reply. Neal wobbled, and almost fell into the nearby toilet. Peter caught him, and sat the kid onto his lap.
Peter smiled as he began to unbutton the dress shirt. Before long Neal was buried beneath a mountain of bubbles, and Peter had a soapy beard. He began making funny faces, and Neal had tears streaming down his face from laughing.
"Pe-er! Stop!" Neal cried breathlessly, holding the sides of his heaving stomach. A toothy grin emerged.
The bubbles dripped down from his chin, and landed on his pajama bottoms with a plop.
"Alright, come here, let me shampoo you." Peter gestured for him to move closer.
With one hand he covered Neal's ocean blue eyes to prevent the soap from getting in them, and with the other he opened a silvery bottle of shampoo. He squeezed a dollop into his hands, and began lathering it into the boys curly hair.
"Pe-er?" Neal whispered, his voice sounded as though he was about to cry.
"Yes?" He replied.
"Do I make you sad?" He said, a tear wetting Peter's hand.
"No, buddy. Why would you ask me that?" He asked.
"Cause the ot-her day, you told me to leave, and stop be-in annoy-ing. You look-ed sad, Pe-er. I don like you be-in sad!" Neal cried, more tears spilling from his eyes.
Peter pulled a soapy, wet Neal to his t-shirt, and let him cry a bit. "I'm sorry, I was just frustrated that day with the case. It wasn't your fault, it was mine. I am sorry." He said, shushing Neal in a comforting manner.
Neal shuddered one last time against Peter.
"Now let's get that soap out of your hair and go eat." Peter said, turning on the faucet.
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I CANNOT WAIT FOR WINTER !