(A/N: Just realized I said Paula was deceased in chap 1, and now she's decidedly...not. My bad, she's alive.)

LJ's pov

I was so excited to spend some time alone with Peter, especially after that great scare a few days ago. And by alone time, I sadly mean squeezing in as much time alone before my younger sister Kitty came in and started to hog him for herself. Don't get me wrong, their relationship is heart-melting, and he's amazing with her, but at the end of the day, I just want to spend time with my boyfriend, sue me.

He arrived while I was getting our popcorn and movie setup ready, planting a kiss on my forehead, then kissing me. I smiled

"My turn!"

He happily tilted his head down, as he loved my forehead kisses. He smiled

"Mark me as yours, Covey."

With the help of my lipgloss, I did just that, and then we settled in with a cheesy little romcom, a guilty pleasure I had introduced him to. I spoke

"So, how'd it go with your Dad? And dinner with all the babies last Sunday? Sorry I couldn't make it, I had to help Kitty study for a test."

He smiled

"Oof. Poor Kit-Kat and my poor Covey. I brought leftovers, Pop insisted. I put them in your fridge. His piecakie and mashed potatoes."

I smiled

"Yum. Thank you. I'll have to thank Pop too. So, what's new?"

He proceeded to tell me about the daring plan he and Nicky were making with their father, and I smiled

"I'm so glad he's back in your life, for good this time. Good luck with Erin. Hope it works."

I smiled

"Thanks, we do too."

He then let me fawn over the babies and we snacked on my cherry turnovers, fresh out of the oven. One of Peter's favorite baked goods I make, along with salted caramel cupcakes. By now, we had abandoned the movie, just cuddling, eating and talking. He told me about his Uncle Danny being cleared by IAB and I let out a sigh of relief

"Good. IAB annoys me, and I'm not even a cop. His method was necessary. How's the new mayoral election looking for Grandpa?"

I was well accustomed to either calling his relatives by their first names or by the familial terms Peter himself used, since we were only not yet married due to the age issue. But our families were well intertwined. My question had made Peter wince, and then explained the dilemma with Paula Hill and former Mayor Margaret Dutton. I again felt my eyes go to the inside of their sockets and scofed

"I'll take neither for 500, Alex"

Peter nodded

"Same."

We were about to kiss again when Kitty saw Peter and wasted no time jumping in his arms in a hug

"PETEY!"

He gave her a squeeze and a Gerbera daisy, knowing they were her favorite flower

"Hey, Kit Kat. How was the test?"

A proud smile etched her face

"Aced it, thanks to LJ"

He smiled

"Those are my girls And I blame LJ for a lot of my test scores too, join the club."

We all laughed, then decided to turn on the Golden Girls, even calling our now mutual friend Josh over, because Kitty was right. His Blanche impression is just that good. And I was very happy that my boyfriend and my neighbor and childhood first boy friend were finally getting along seamlessly after the whole drama with my letters and fake-dating Peter way back.