Wanna bet with peter?

‘Mahattanites, prepare for at least 8 inches of snow this weekend. The snow will start Saturday morning around 7am’, the weatherman announced. The TV was playing in the living room while you made breakfast. Grabbing two mugs from the cabinet you filled them with freshly brewed coffee.

“Did I hear that right? At least 8 inches?” Peter inquired as he entered the kitchen and gave you a peck on the cheek.

“Hmmm….same as I got last night”,raising a brow and giving him a wry grin.

He blushed and grinned. You had been together a long time, married for five years, two kids and you can still catch him off guard. Laughing and shaking your head, you passed him a mug of coffee, no cream, one pack of sweetener.

“And what’s so funny?” Peter commanded, “I don’t recall you laughing last night kitten.

And just like that his demeanor changes. You locked eyes with him. He finished doing up his tie, and fastened his cuff links. His gaze never leaving yours. You felt your entire body flush. Peering at him over the rim of your mug, you gave him a wink.

Your five your old son, Julian, came bounding into the room breaking your trance. “Mmmm..pancakes” he said. He grabbed a juice box and sat at the table. He had your dark hair and eyes, other than that he was Peter through and through, full of energy and very much a morning person

Slowly trailing behind was you two year old daughter, Audra, rubbing the sleep from her hazel eyes. She reached her arms up to Peter, not saying a word. Definitely not a morning person, just like you. He scooped her up, and she rested her head on his shoulder. He kissed her curly blonde hair and swayed back and forth.

“Breakfast is ready”, you announced. Audra squirmed in Peter’s arms, ready to eat.

Peter chuckled. “She is just like you. Wants me until food is an option.” He kissed her chubby cheek before putting her down and then grabbed the platter of pancakes.

You stuck your tongue out at him. “Hey. We like our food, okay?”

Peter helped Julian plate his food, and you cut up Audra’s pancake. “Looky, Munchy, I’mma pancake monster”, Julian said to Audra and shoved a mouth full of food into his mouth. This earned him a laugh from his little sister.

“C’mon bud. We need to go so you’re not late for school.” Julian took his plate to the kitchen and went to grab his backpack. Peter wiped Audra’s face and helped her down from her seat. “What are are you ladies doing today?”, Peter asked as he helped you clear the table.

“We’ll probably hit the grocery, laundry, the usual”, you placed the dishes in the sink. 

“See if Maxine can watch Audra and come have lunch with me.” He came up behind you, pressing long, hard body against yours. 

“ ’Lunch’, huh? After last night there’s no way you got it in you” you teased as you pressed yourself back against him.

“Wanna bet?”, he growled into your ear.

“I’m ready dad!”, Julian called from the foyer.

“Be there in a minute Bud”, he called to him and he turned his attention back to you, “Be at my office at noon. Understand, kitten?” He tracked kisses up your neck.

“Hmmm…noon. I’ll be there.”, he swatted your bottom. 

“Audra come give Daddy a kiss.” She toddled into the kitchen, he knelt down and kissed her, “Love you Munchy.”

“Ov you to Daddy.”, she have him a sloppy kiss in the cheek.

“Ladies, have a good day.”, he turned, pulled you to him, and gave you a kiss that made your toes curl, “Noon.”

You smirked, “I’ll bring my appetite.” 

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biweatherman:

Do you ever think about the fact that Sonny was the first person to volunteer to go to the Munson house and that Mike technically saved his life/ died in his place

OMG you are right. Oh that kills me. :/ Nothing can happen to Sonny. Except happiness, of course. Cause he freaking deserves it.

I have thought about that! Kills me to think about it. Not that I wanted Mike dead but…

do you do hc prompts? what do you think mike was like as a bartender?

minidodds:

“After the military, Mike decides he wants to tend bar at this dive, Lucky’s.”

“Yeah, in Hell’s Kitchen.”

“Before it was chic.”

Mike always was the good son. William had it easy, in that Mike didn’t go through a rebellious phase in his teenage years. His version of rebellion came in his 20′s.

After the military, Mike decided to take a breather from the path his father tried to put him on by getting a job in a completely different field than his father intended for him. It wasn’t the type of place that William would be caught visiting, which was another reason Mike chose it.

While the habits William and the military instilled in Mike couldn’t be unlearned, he tried to push them down so he could enjoy the relax environment of his new job.

One character flaw Mike couldn’t give up was his work ethic, he was a perfectionist. Which means he spent hours learning and perfecting new drinks. This trait made him popular with the customers, both the ladies (of course the ladies would love him, look at that tall drink of water) and the gentlemen. They loved his creativity, often asking him to surprise them with his latest creations.

This treatment was new to Mike, as he spent his whole life in the shadow of his father, never being praised for his individuality. Having his own little fan club was a memory he would cherish, especially after he returned to the world of law enforcement he was groomed to be a part of.

Mikey has a piece of my heart. In sure this would have been one of the happiest times of his life.

“ I️ don’t want to lose you.” With everyone’s favorite sunbeam SONNY CARISI please :)

“I just can’t do it anymore, Sonny.” Tears stung your eyes. “I have tried and tried to help you. You’re either snapping at me and the boys or ignoring us and honestly I don’t know which is worse.” The tears were flowing down your cheeks now. 

Sonny just stood, motionless, not speaking. His face blank, no sign of emotion. “What do you want me to say? I’m sorry.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“That’s all you have to say? I’m standing here telling you I’m leaving and I’m taking the boys with me. All you have to say is ‘sorry’? Well I’m sorry too, Dominick. Sorry I didn’t walk out that door months ago.” You grabbed your bag, opened the door and slammed it behind you.  

He called every night to talk to the boys. And every night he asked to talk but you refused. The only text you answered was asking if he could pick the boys up Friday and take them for pizza.

Your dad knocked on the bedroom door. “Hey kiddo. Sonny’s here. He’s getting ready to take the boys for dinner.”

“That’s good. I know they’ve been excited about seeing him.” Your voice was small, you looked up at your dad. 

He sat down beside you on the bed. “He’s suffering, you know. He wants to talk to you.”

“And I’m not? Does he think this has been hard on just him, hmm? The time for talking was months ago when I begged him to”, your voice was shaky at best.

Your dad held his hand up, “I know. I get it, but he is reaching out. Maybe you should grab a hold.” He stood and kissed your cheek. “Think about it kiddo.” He turned to walk out of the room.

You could hear the boys laughter and Sonny’s voice as you descended the stairs. You stopped  on the bottom step. His Staten Island accent made you feel homesick. A lump formed in your throat, but you pushed it down. Taking a steadying breath you walked into the living room.

The sight of Sonny made your heart skip. His hair perfect, as always, he was dressed in jeans and the black Henley you loved. The same shirt you wore to bed countless times.

He stood up, from his stooped position and met your stare. “Hi. How are you? you look good”

“Fine. Thanks. You?” Your voice was flat. It felt so awkward talking to him. “Hey boys. Come give Mama a hug.” You stretched your arms out and they all hugged and kissed you. 

“I’ll have them back by 7:00. C-can we maybe talk when I come back?”, he asked.

“Sonny I-” but you were’t able to finish.

“Please”, he implored. “Just give me five minutes.” His eyes were bleak, sad, but had a glimmer of hope.

‘He’s reaching out, maybe you should take a hold’, your dad’s words echoing i your head. You stared at him, “Okay. Yeah. We can talk.” 

As promised, Sonny was back at 7:00. “Hey guys! Did you have fun?” All four chattered excitedly and showed you their prizes from the games they played.

“C’mon boys. We’re going to make S’mores outside. Pappy made a fire” your mom told the boys. They followed her outside. Leaving you and Sonny alone. Why did it feel so strange to be alone with him.

“Want to sit down?, you asked gesturing to the couch.

“Actually, there is somewhere I’d like to take you.” He stood in the doorway, scratching the back of his head. It was something he did when he was nervous.

Your eyes stayed trained on him, you crossed arms over your chest. You let out a sigh, “I’ll grab a jacket.”

As you were  walking down the front steps, he placed his hand at the small of your back. It made a shiver go up your spine. God you miss this man’s touch more than you ever thought you could. He pulled his hand back, “sorry, just a reflex”, he said. He walked to the car and opened your door, ever the gentleman. 

It was a quiet drive, music playing quietly on the radio. Neither of you spoke, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. The suburban lights faded away to the darkness of the countryside. Sonny pulled over and cut the engine. After Sonny got out of the car he came around and opened your door.

 “Remember this place?” He asked gently. He reached for your hand, your fingers lacing together perfectly. The feel of his skin warming you.

 You nodded, “Our first date. We came to watch a meteor shower.” You smiled, gazing up at him. You knew you would marry him that night. You studied his profile, the one you knew like the back of your hand, the one your sons would have. 

“And watched the sun come up”, a meloncholy smile crossed his face.

You stopped causing Sonny to pause. You reached up and touched his face, he leaned into your hand. “I’ve missed you, Sonny. So much.” 

“I don’t want to you lose you”, his voice raspy. He grabbed you and pulled you to him. His scent a mix if mint, cologne and a hint of leather invaded your senses. “ Doll, you and the boys, are my reason for being. Without you, nothing makes sense. I need you. The house is so quiet it’s deafening. Our bed is cold. I can’t sleep because you’re not there. Your head isn’t on my chest, I can’t feel your soft, warm skin.” He’s tears were flowing freely now. “I just want, need you home.”

You leaned back, “Dominick, shhh…hey, listen you’re not losing us.” You gently scratched the back of his head. He lifted his head to look at you. Pausing you took a deep breath, “We’ll come home. But you have to get help. And not just for us, but for you, Okay?”

Sonny nodded his head, “I’ve already started seeing Dr. Lindstorm.”

“That’s great, Sonny”, you acknowledged him.

He leaned to kiss you but stopped, “Can I kiss you?” he asked. Not wanting to push you.

“Yes, please” and you grinned. Sonny gave you the sweetest, softest kiss imaginable. You eyes fluttered open. 

“Wanna star gaze?” he asked.

“Only if we can watch the sun rise”, you replied.