Brooklyn, 1991

It was as plain as day, or as obvious as Peter's towering height. He adored his nephews and nieces along with his sister's and the families they'd made for themselves, but he was desperate for a family of his own, he was the only one out of his siblings to not have a family started yet.

Although it wasn't exactly easy, settling down and all whilst juggling his music career and touring. Sad as it was, it didn't leave alot of downtime.

He couldn't move fast enough when it came to you, he'd asked to be official pretty quickly, though you didn't mind. You'd heard the stories of guys like him, rockstars that had in-state families and out-of-state families, hell, it was the entire reason Josh, Type O Negatives keyboard player was married, so his wife would have the security of knowing he wouldn't break those vows while he was touring.

It was one of his sister's birthdays, honestly you'd forgotten which one, maybe Barbara? But either way it was a celebration, friends and family alike filled Peter's family home, nieces and nephews being passed to and fro between distant relatives, bridging the gap.

Barbara caught your attention and waved you over to where she was sitting, feeding a bottle to a young baby.

"Has Peter said the b-word yet?" she smiled, "these big family gatherings always set him off," she chuckled good-naturedly.

"Where's the big guy hiding anyway?" Barbara scanned the room as she bottle fed the little baby.

Sure enough, you both spotted Peter, taking up a corner sofa to himself, not like he had to try very hard.

"Poor guy, look at him," Barbara mused under her breath.

"Has Peter cracked yet?" Annette asked from the other side of Barbara, delivering a tray of soda and sandwiches.

Barbara and Annette engaged in teasing Peter, you smiled and chuckled along.

The baby Barbara was holding decided then to spit up on her mother, making Annette grimace.

"Here would you take her? Thanks you're a peach," Barbara handed off the baby to you, who seemed quite pleased with herself.

"Don't let Peter see you holding that thing," Annette chuckled as she nudged your shoulder.

Sure enough, after Barbara had left to clean up, Annette abandoned you too, giggling to herself, "spoke too soon!"

As soon as Annette had left, you looked over to where Peter was sitting, Annette was right, he was already staring at you holding the baby.

He soon filled the seat his sisters had vacated beside you, a long arm slung over the back of your shoulders as he peered down at the little baby.

"That wasn't very nice," he baby-talked the little girl in your arms, "spitting up on your mother like that." he chided gently, though obviously he didn't mean it.

Peter gazed fondly at you holding one of his nieces, knowing that this may be as close as he ever got to having a real family.

"Suits you, y'know," he murmured, raising his eyebrows as he sighed gently.