Peggy Carter (offthepeg) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2016-04-25 00:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, steve rogers, ~peggy carter |
Who: Steve and Peg
When: Backdated to 22nd April, 6pm ish
Where: The cottage
What: Dinner, dancing, confessions
Warnings: Discussion of post-natal depression
Open: Cottage residents later, please ask first
Catching up with her adult daughter, just her and Mouse, was something she hadn't realised she'd longed for. It had been early morning when she'd texted her and then suddenly Peg was in a spa with nothing but some mud on her face to worry about. Her head had drifted into blissful emptiness instead of the whirring it had been doing lately. It wasn't that she was unhappy, because she had no reason to be. She had two adoring, perfect husbands and three beautiful children who were growing and healthy. There was no battle, no war, just peace and harmony in their sometimes unstable world. She just didn't know why she couldn't sleep.
It wasn't every night. Some nights, where the children had run her so ragged that she just collapsed on the couch like she was too tired to even think, were easy whereas some were... difficult. Buck and Steve were curled up together or around her and it was quiet. She couldn't sleep.
But with her mind free and her body more energised, she felt a little more human as she opened up the door with a few shopping bags on her arms. Tony had always been Mousie's favourite uncle and it seemed the sentiment was returned in kind. Carter women did have a fondness for Starks.
"Steve? I'm home..." she said softly, putting the bags down and hanging up her coat.