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Morgan carefully held the envelope, trying her best to not end up with glitter all over herself. While she didn’t understand why that was a problem, Mommy always complained about it getting all over the laundry, and Daddy didn’t like it being all over the car. And she didn’t want either of them to ruin her excitement.
“Where’s Petey?” She demanded as soon as she was in the car. She frowned looking at the suspiciously empty front seat. Petey always came with Daddy to pick her up on Friday afternoons, and she was very unimpressed with his absence.
“Hello to you, too,” her father commented, turning to look at her with a raised eyebrow.
She huffed, “Hello, Daddy. Where’s Petey?”
“He had plans for tonight. He’ll come tomorrow morning,” Daddy explained as he turned around and began the drive home. The girl glanced at the card in her hands, frowning.
As soon as she woke up the next morning, Morgan dashed downstairs to greet her brother, her face falling when she saw his car was still not in the driveway.
“Where's Petey?” She demanded, stomping into the kitchen, crossing her arms and glaring at her parents.
“He won't be here until later, sweetie,” her mother replied, looking up from where she was fixing breakfast.
Morgan frowned, “Why not?”
“He was out late last night,” Daddy answered, “And teenage boys need their sleep.”
The family had breakfast, and the rest of the morning passed slowly. Finally, Morgan heard her brother's car in the drive and she dashed upstairs to retrieve the card. She eagerly returned with it, freezing as she heard him talking with their parents in the kitchen.
“Hey, Mr. Stark,” Peter greeted as he entered, letting his bag drop to the floor.
“Hey, Pete,” the billionaire pulled the teen into a hug.
“How was the date?” the man questioned as he released the teen.
Peter ducked his head, blushing slightly as he answered, “Really, really good.”
Tony chuckled, as Pepper stepped up to give the teen a hug of her own, “Glad it went well, honey. Did she like the necklace?”
“She loved it. And the restaurant was amazing. Thank you for the suggestion,” the teen rambled.
Morgan paused at the edge of the doorway and looked down at the card she had made. Petey wouldn't want it if he already had a Valentine. She crumpled the card, letting it fall to the floor, and darted upstairs to her room, as far from Peter's description of the date as possible.
She sat curled up on the pile of pillows and stuffed animals on her floor, burying her face in her arms. She hadn't been sitting there for long when the door opened. Morgan glanced up, sniffing and swiping at her eyes, trying to hold back her tears, as she watched her brother approach.
“Mo?” Peter’s voice was soft. He settled beside her and pulled her into his arms, letting the card settle on her lap. She sniffed again, staring down at it.
“Hey, hey? What's wrong?” He questioned
“I made it for you, but you can’t be my Valentine because you already have one,” she whimpered.
“Oh, Mo,” he murmured, burying his face in her hair before pulling back and lifting her chin so that she could meet his eyes. Once he had her attention, he explained, “Yes, MJ is my girlfriend. But, you will always be important to me. Nothing will ever stop me from loving you, ok.”
“So, you can have two Valentines?” she clarified.
He nodded, saying emphatically, “Definitely.”
“It’s not against the rules?” her voice trembled.
“Not at all,” He answered seriously. He then shot her a grin and chuckled, “Besides, Mo, even if it were against the rules, we’re Starks. We do what we want.”
“Just like Daddy,” Morgan finally smiled.
“Just like Dad,” he repeated.
She took a deep breath and held the wrinkled card out to him, “Will you be Valentine, Petey?”
He took the card, smoothing it, before he wrapped his arms back around her, holding her close, “Of course, Mo. And no matter what, you’ll always be my Valentine.”