Embry left the party, exhausted from walking in heels all night, and went back to her office where she laid down on her sofa to wait for Fulton.
Peter walked in hours later to find Embry passed out. He moved to sit down in the chair nearby and leaned forward to gently shake her awake. "Wake up, sweetheart," he soothed, "We don't need to talk now, if you're too tired, but I don't want you sleeping on your sofa all night."
She barely woke, only enough to reply, "I have scrubs here," before closing her eyes once more.
Peter had to stop himself from laughing, as he leaned back in the chair, "I suppose if you won't go home, I'll just be forced to sleep here in this chair tonight."
She fully woke at his statement, groggily sitting up, "You will not. You'll be miserable tomorrow and I will not be to blame," she replied, visibly cranky.
He gave her a small smile, "I thought that might change your mind. Would you like me to come home with you?" he lowered his voice to a whisper as he finished.
Embry wanted to be strong and say not but she was tired and the thought of having him sleep by her side was too good to pass up. She nodded, "I would really like that, but can we just go to sleep and save the talk for tomorrow morning? I'm really tired," her voice was nearly a whine.
"Of course," Peter replied, standing with an audible groan before offering her his hand.
She took it and stood from her sofa, "Are you alright?" she asked.
He looked down with a smirk, "Just a long night," he answered simply before escorting her home.
Embry woke up first the following morning and glanced at Peter, out cold beside her in her bed.
"Peter," she said his name softly causing him to stir and then open his eyes, his lips curving into a smile when he saw her.
"I suppose we should discuss this," he said, moving his hand over her stomach.
She gave him a shrug in reply, "Or, if it's going to ruin our relationship, we can just ignore it as long as possible," she halfway jokingly suggested.
He shook his head, "I don't think that's a very good idea, but this isn't going to end us. I simply have to end my marriage, perhaps not today or tomorrow, but before you give birth."
"That's very romantic," she replied, taking her turn to shake her head, "You don't have to tear your life to shambles for me. I can do this alone. I'll miss you, but I don't want you to agree to do anything you don't really want. We can continue what we're doing, just think about it a little more, ok?"
Peter nodded, "Ok, if that's what you want. But I'm not going to change my mind," he leaned in and placed his lips to hers.
Embry started to kiss back but found the nausea from the day before surfacing again and she was forced to push him away and race for the bathroom. Peter was right behind her, pulling her curls out of her face while she got sick.
Once she finished, she started the shower, "I have to get to work."
"Don't you think you should rest for the day?" he inquired, concerned for her and their child.
She shook her head, "I can take something once I get there, but I don't need anyone getting suspicious since I can't explain who the Father is, and they know I'm not seeing anyone," she explained.
"One missed day and they'll assume you're knocked up?" he said with a laugh.
"I don't miss work. Max is the only person who knows about us," she revealed, regretting it immediately.