Sweetie Petey “What the hell is wrong with you?”… “Why are you laughing? This is not funny.”
Your sides hurt, stomach aches and your throat is scratchy. Bringing your hands up to your red eyes, you wipe away the massive amount of tears that are streaming down your face. As you rub the salty tears from your eyes you can clearly see a red-faced Peter sitting on the couch in front of you.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Peter asks as his laughter begins to subside.
“Sorry I just- I just thought of something funny and couldn’t stop laughing.” You take a deep shaky breath, in hopes that it would calm you down — it didn’t— you burst out laughing again, only harder than last time.
Peter chuckles at your contagious laughter and gently places the back of his big hand to your forehead, to find you don’t feel feverish. You clutch your stomach and double over, falling off the couch in laughter and Peter just watches until you calm down.
“Okay, serious now. So, I was cleaning the closet today and came across a picture. Were you Peter Pan in your school play?” You giggle and hold up a picture of a little Peter with a green feather hat on.
“Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny.” Your husband groans taking the picture from you.
“No, no you are right. What is funny, is that you make the perfect Peter Pan! You look just like him, my sweet lost boy.” You stand up off the couch and kiss his cheek before snatching the picture back out of his hand. “We are getting this framed.”
Sweety Petey.
SVU addict 