*This takes place about a year after you and Peter started dating*
“Stop fidgeting.” Peter took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles. “He’s going to love you. Trust me,” Peter reassured you. “How can he not?” Peter said with a smile.
“Right. Just like my Dad ‘loved’ you?” That had been a nightmare. Once your Dad found out Peter was Ben’s son he was just plain rude to him. Apparently, there was some bad blood between the two men. You and your Mom were appalled. The evening ended in tears for you, and your Mom apologizing for your Dad who had left dinner. Peter, on the other hand, had taken it all in stride.
“I told you to stop worrying about that. I get fathers can be…difficult at times,” Peter told you. Peter’s eyes drifted from you to the restaurant entrance, his body stiffened and his mouth formed a thin line.
You followed his gaze. His father had just entered the restaurant. You squeezed his hand reassuringly.
When he stood to greet his father he tightened his grip on your hand when you tried to release his. “Dad.” He shook his Dad’s hand. “This is Y/N. Y/N, this is my father Ben.”
“It’s a pleasure,” Ben said. He nodded and smiled.
“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Stone,” you replied and returned the smile. Ben and Peter waited for to sit before they sat.
“Did you two have a good flight?” Ben asked as he looked over the menu.
“We did. Thank you.”
“Peter tells me you’re going into Civil Rights Law. That’s very selfless,” Ben commented.
“More like moneyless,” you said with a laugh.
“Your pockets may be empty but your heart will be full.” He gave you a warm smile.
Peter raised his brows in surprise. Maybe his Dad had turned over a new leaf.
The rest of the dinner went uneventfully, albeit for evident tension between Peter and Ben. The subject of your Dad never came up thankfully.
“We were thinking of visiting Pam tomorrow before we leave,” Peter informed his Dad as the three of you waited for the valet to bring the cars around.
Ben looked at you then at Peter. “Think that’s a good idea. It might confuse her when the two of you aren’t together.”
“That was uncalled for. I wondered when the real you was going to shine through.” Peter said sternly. His hands were balled at his side and his jaw was clenched. “You know what. To hell with you. I don’t know why I expected anything different”
Peter grasped your hand and pulled you toward the waiting car. You looked back at Ben to see him watch you and Peter leave, emotionless.
“I’m sorry about my Dad,” he offered. The car was stopped at a light. His hand squeezed your knee.
“At least no one stormed out of dinner and it didn’t end in tears,” you challenged referring to when Peter met your parents.
He turned his gaze from the looking out the windshield to you and grinned. “Yeah and my Dad at least waited until we had dessert to turn into a jackass.” Both of you laughed.
“I would like to meet Pam. If you don’t think this trip is a good idea, then next time.”
“Pam. This is my friend, Y/N.” Peter was sitting next to Pam on a plush couch in the common room of the facility.
“Y/N?” She said your name and smiled.
“It’s nice to meet you, Pam.” You gave her a bouquet of flowers. “Peter told me you really like flowers.”
“She’s pretty, Peter. I like her,” Pam smelled the flowers and smiled.
“She most certainly is,” Peter said softly.
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