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Normally for Peter, five months would go by in a blur of adrenaline, pain, and exhaustion. The last five months; however, went by way better. He was well-rested, well-fed, and slightly less injured. It was about time things started to calm down, with most of his villains in jail and a place to actually go home to every night.
Moving in with Sable had been a long and tedious process with her insisting that it was the best thing for him, and him not wanting to intrude. It wasn't until he went to visit her and found his duffle bags unpacked and put away in a new dresser, that he finally caved.
Now he was making himself more and more at home each and every day until it became normal. For them at least.
One bright and hot summer day, the attention of both her and her men were drawn to the somewhat brash and flustered yelling in the distance. A boy the men had never seen before, with messy brown hair and a dirty plaid shirt, came barreling down the dock with a brown paper bag and a tray containing two iced drinks in his hands.
The men looked from one to another; confused about who this poor child could be talking too. There were no other boats in port and certainly no one on board was the mysterious person he was looking for.
Or so they thought. Sable herself, dropped her signature scowl in favour of a more pleasant smile before she turned and jumped off of the side of the boat onto the wooden dock. He caught up to her just as she landed.
“Hey honey,” he said excitedly. “I brought you some lunch from that bistro down the street you like. It's open again! The owner finally came back from overseas! You remember Danny?”
“Of course I do. He always puts extra pickles on your sandwich without asking. Good man.”
“Very. He told me to tell you that he appreciates you setting up security at the restaurant while he was away. You never told me you did that.”
“I have to repay him somehow. Regardless of that, what did you bring? I am starving.”
“Right,” he laughed; handing her the bag. “Pulled pork on a kaiser with extra cheese and onions, just the way you like it. An iced coffee with whipped cream! P.S. it’s the coconut milk whipped cream! And lastly a white chocolate chip scone for dessert!”
“You also went to the bakery? Just to get me a scone?”
He was beaming excitedly. “Of course I did! They're your favourite. Well anyway babe, I gotta go.”
He raised his phone knowingly; as if that explained anything about why he was so frazzled. He took his own drink from the tray and started running away before he was stopped dead in his tracks by Sable's aggressive shout, “hey! Get back here!”
He turned slowly back towards her. “Yes, honey?”
“You did not give me a kiss. Come back here.” She pointed towards the ground in front of her with a raised eyebrow.
The fear in his eyes lessened. “Oh,” he chuckled; running up to her. “I thought you were mad at me.”
“I am not mad; not yet at least.” She pulled him in for a kiss by the collar of his shirt. “Stay safe out there or else. I mean it.”
“What are you going to do if I’m dead? Bring me back to life and kill me again? Wait; can you do that?” He looked desperately up at her men; still standing there, flabbergasted. “You guys can’t do that right?”
They shook their heads before Sable glared at them, causing them to stop immediately. “Ha!,” the boy joked anyway. “Knew it. Anyway, I have to go! Big things going on you know!” He kissed her once more before running off towards the city.
She jumped back on board; unwrapping her sandwich and took a long sip of her drink. “What?” she growled at them.
Again they shook their heads; not wanting to confront her about this mysterious lover. How long had that gone under their radar? How did she meet this poor innocent boy? Did he not know of her history? How is he not dead yet?
That was a conversation for another day.