There were many ways in which Peter was beginning to feel more confident, but being the dad to an older daughter who had older daughter problems was not one of them. For the first time in a while, he found himself wishing momentarily that Tuni was here, because she would know how to take care of this. But then he remembered what Juni had said about being afraid of living up to her mother's expectations of marriage and babies, and wondered if that was actually true after all. Maybe it really was best for the both of them that Petunia wasn't here.
He looked up from the plate of french toast he was setting on the table when she walked in, and gave his daughter a big hug. One arm went around her waist, the other hand rested against the back of her head, and he rested his head on top of hers. "Hi, princess," he said. "I'm sorry someone was mean to you. But it'll be alright, I promise."