Things had been chaotic in the Gray’s household with no chance of settling down any time soon, but it was afternoons like these with everyone gone, Elle could relax and ponder the life’s she apparently had. She was laid out on the couch with her feet handing off the edge as she thought about how the Noah, the four year old came from a time where she wasn’t alive. It was sad, but he was such a cute little boy and Gabriel did well with him. This is how she knew he would be a great father, the right kid came first to wash away any doubt she had about him not stepping up in a parental role, honestly she was more worried about herself.
She was suppose to be dead, not a mother to four kids. Gin and Louis were smart and could handle their self’s. She knew she messed up royalty with them and long to fix it, but nothing seem to work. She needed to find a leeway to get them to open up more to her they were near her age. Maybe something for just them to do together would do the trick. She sighed for she wasn’t sure what to do with them.
Then her two darling darlings, Noah and Ally, proof that something could work out with Peter. It was clear that Noah wasn’t his, but still…Noah loved Peter more then words could explain and it irritated her a bit. Could just be that she was so use to little Noah loving Gabriel and not an older one all about Peter. Elle, however, loved Noah to bits. He was just… everything she could ever hope for in a kid, if she ever wanted one, well she did have them, quite a few. Of course, Ally was loveable in her own right, a genuine mini Elle. Spoiled to the core, one could see their family was happy and that annoyed her as well since it gave Peter more of a reason to annoy her about being with him.
If Elle wanted to be with him, she could be with him, she actually threw herself at him the first night here and he rejected her to a point. He is the fool and she moved on, back to where she belonged, with Gabriel. When she heard the door knock, Elle made a face for she was enjoying her time alone. She moved over to the door and peeked out to see Peter there. With a frown, she backed away and paced the living room debating if she should open it.
Every time they get near each other, they fight and she was enjoying her day. She stared at the door hoping he would go away, she waited a few minutes and then peek again to see him still there. She groaned as she smoothed out her t-shirt and muttered “unbelievable” under her breath. Elle moved to open the door. “Peter.” she said in a dismal voice, not hiding the fact that she had to see him.
However, as she went to tell him he might as well come in a surprise expression graced her face for the scar, it was gone! “Peter! How?” she took a step forward and her fingers lightly touched his face and then she pulled back “You are the same Peter, right?” she asked with a little bit of concern, last thing she needed was a new Peter telling her he loved her, she wasn’t sure if she could go over all of it again.