Jane F & Peter P
She choked back a sob as he hugged her back. Jane had very much been afraid that he'd push her away and tell her she was a selfish bitch before walking away. It was no less than what she deserved, truthfully, but she was so grateful that he didn't.
"It's okay," Jane promised him. "It's okay. I didn't expect you to know, but I- I stayed here just in case." Hopefully, he'd at least recognize that. She pulled away only long enough to snatch the postcard up off the bar and then she was right back at his side, her arm around his shoulders to guide him towards one of the plush couches that lined the wall so they could sit together.
"I couldn't- I couldn't be a good mom to you, Peter. Not back then." Maybe not even now, truthfully, but she wasn't going to close that door again. He was the one who'd get to make the decision this time. "I was barely older than you and your father-" She shook her head. She'd been sleeping with the captain of the football team who she'd been helping with chemistry. Turned out, he had been good at chemistry, just not the one they taught in school. "Your father wouldn't own up that he was your father so..." she shrugged. No one had believed her because he'd made her promise to keep the tutoring session quiet and then it had turned into a he said, she said. Who would've listened to the science nerd over the quarterback? It had been deemed she was just trying to 'get attention' and her mother and father had forced her to choose between being a single mother living on the streets or giving the child up for adoption and moving on.
"Tell me about your family?" she asked, her hands still on his if he'd let her. Jane didn't want to let go. "What are they like? Do they know you're here?"