Theo had been up for awhile. Peter had been infected with the excitement in the air last night, and he'd had to put the tiny boy back in bed several times. Of course, Peter wasn't truly old enough to know what was going on, but other people's emotions were enough to make him wake up several times.
Theo had taken advantage of the last time he'd woken up to dress the little boy and then himself, casual clothes that still had an unconscious elegance to them. No one would really ever mistake Theo as poor or lacking in taste. They were durable enough, however, to survive the toddler's gripping hands without too many wrinkles.
His door was cracked enough to hear when Amy and her (boy)friend went down the hall, and he corraled his child from his new playplace (under the bed. Merlin, where would the boy go next?) and dusted him off before walking down the hall toward Pansy's room.
Peter was laughing, slung over Theo's shoulder like a sack, as he knocked on the door a couple of times. With everyone in the house today, they were trying to respect propriety, even if all he wanted to do was walk in and catch her changing or even wake her up.
Especially after their talk the other afternoon, he wanted nothing more than to be alone with her, to make love to her. Unfortunately, they didn't seem to have many options right now.