Peter sat at the dining room table pursuing his most recent venture in avoiding Flowers. Of course, it didn't really take much to elude his girlfriend as she wasn't really around much. He wasn't really sure where she went off to and how she spent her time, but it helped him dodge the inevitable for as long as possible. Flowers schedule was erratic, she came and went at odd hours and was often gone for days at a time. He had started writing his report for Madame Queens on the project and was well past two paragraphs while Kat was in the kitchen making dinner. Kat had banned her father from the kitchen the day she turned thirteen because apparently, he couldn't cook. Two bowls were placed on the table, one in front of Peter and the other in a spot that was quickly occupied by Kat. Peter moved his parchment off to the side, continuing to work on it as he twirled some pasta around his fork. The paper was snatched away from him, the ink smudging and the quill tearing a line. "Oi!" Peter said, looking up to see his daughter reading what he thought about her. She stuck out her tongue. "It's about me, I'll read as much as I like." Peter sighed and put a forkful of food into his mouth. He spoke around it, a simple: "Awwight."

His gaze, however, was something of pride. She really was a lot like him, except perhaps a bit smarter and a lot less flirty. He cocked his head to the side as she licked her lips. That was his habit. "So, Kat, I was--" She cut him off with a quick "Shh!" waving her hand at him. As she continued to read his essay, Peter ate in silence. He wasn't sure whether or not he should be embarrassed by what he had written. It was a bit mushy after all. Kat laughed and bit her thumb nail. She set the essay down and smiled at him. "You're such a softie!" Kat crinkled her nose and laughed. She sobered up in a few seconds, however and asked seriously: "So, Dad, what were you gonna say?" She stuffed some pasta into her mouth and chewed, her eyebrows raised expectantly. Peter laughed. "Well, you're--" He was cut off again, this time by the door to the apartment opening and Flower calling out: "Hi!" Peter's eyes widened and he looked over at Kat who shrugged and said: "Not my problem." before taking another bite.

Peter sighed and stood up, making his way over to the living room, where he stood, leaning against the wall gumming his lips together. He was looking down at the floor with his arms crossed. Flower noticed him immediately and walked over. Neither of them noticed how Kat was peeking at them from the other room. Flower reached out to touch Peter's face, concern written across her brow. He flinched away from her. She frowned, saying: "What's wrong?" Peter sighed and rubbed his face. "We need to talk," he said bluntly and with the tone that was widely known for break ups. Flower instantaneously backed away from him, already looking like a kicked puppy. It only made it harder for Peter to do what he needed to. "W-why?" she stuttered, sinking down onto the sofa and wrapping her arms around herself. Peter licked his lips, unsure of where to begin. She repeated herself, her voice stronger, "Why?" However unashamed he was of his actions, Peter had the decency to look guilty. "I cheated on you." It was blunt and it cut Flowers to the bone. Her eyes welled up with tears as Peter continued to talk. "More than once. With more than one person." In a rare moment of fierceness, Flowers pushed herself off the couch and marched over to Peter. She pushed and pounded against his chest, and while she wasn't very strong, Peter stepped backwards. "You are a complete arse, Peter Pan!" Peter stuttered and stumbled over meaningless words, trying to find something to say to excuse what he had done.

Almost as soon as Queens placed the charm on Katerina to grow older, she began to talk. Peter didn't really mind, it was a lot better speaking to someone who could reply rather than a baby that just stared up at you gurgling. Most of what his daughter said was nonsense, her mouth figuring out how to make new noises. He smiled at her, watching her as she bounced up and down on one of the infirmary beds. He turned to Queens and licked his lips, debating for a moment whether or not he should talk to her about last nights events. Headmistress Faerie had told him he could go whenever he wanted or needed, including during class or in the middle of the night, for the next two weeks. He shrugged, however, and turned away from the professor. Peter lifted Kat up over his head and let her sit on his shoulders. She laughed and held on tightly to his hands, afraid of falling. They made their way out of the infirmary and back to the apartment. Peter skipped the final few steps to their door and murmured "Alohomora." After hearing the lock click, he pushed the door open and swung Katerina off his shoulders, spinning twice before depositing her on the sofa.

He wandered off into the kitchen, planning to get the both of them juice when he heard a shriek. Peter panicked, changing direction immediately and running back to his child. He found her in the same spot on the sofa and noting her wide smile and the way her high pitched screams turned into giggles, relaxed. She wasn't hurt, he was reassured. His daughter was just fine. In fact, she seemed much better than fine and Peter whooped, laughing a big belly laugh. Streaks of multicoloured light floated around Kat like wisps of clouds. Peter rushed over to sit beside her, grabbing his wand from a nearby shelf as he went. "You'll enjoy this one," he said to her, flourishing his wand and producing a stream of bubbles. He poked one of the bubbles and it burst, falling down over the two of them in a stream on pixie dust. Katerina reached out, her finger searching for its own to pop. She laughed when a flow of purple dust flew through the air. Peter marveled at the colour--he always thought pixie dust was bright orange. "I guess it depends on the wizard," he said out loud and Katerina blinked at him. Peter smiled and tapped the tip of her nose. "You, Katerina Georgiana Libranth-Pan, are amazing." She grinned at him, showing a full set of teeth. At least he wouldn't have to go through teething. He sighed when he remembered that parenting wouldn't always be just him and his daughter playing. Even though there wasn't any fussing over teething pains to worry about, Peter realized he still had to go through potty training. He groaned. It was bad enough that he spent the entire weekend changing dirty nappies and rocking a crying Kat to sleep without Flowers, but the terror that was sure to be potty training was not something he was looking forward to doing alone. There was something different in the idea of taking care of a kid that could talk, it made her less helpless. At least he didn't have to worry about a baby saying something completely ridiculous while he was wiping her arse.