#peterhaleimagine

“Anything exciting happen on your patrol?” You asked as you put the paper bag off to the side, saving it to give to (D/n) when she got out of school. Jordan shook his head, his eyes scanning the room behind you, his fist propping his head up as he leaned on the counter. Just as you were about to ask another question, a phone ringing made your eyes snap to the landline beside your desktop. Your eyebrows furrowed for a second when you saw the light wasn’t blinking, only to realize the ringing was coming from your cellphone. Taking your cell from your bag that sat at your feet, you felt your heart drop when you saw the number from the school.

“Hello?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows when you heard a child’s cry sound loudly in the background. A voice tried to console the crying child, before turning back to the phone.

“Ms. (L/n), I’m so sorry, but do you think you can come down to the school? (D/n) has been crying nonstop for the past hour, and won’t come out of the supply closet,” The female teacher said, before she tried to console your daughter once again.

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes,” you said, before hanging up. Jordan looked at your worriedly as you quickly packed your things.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, standing straight as you came from around your desk, walking past him.

“Something’s wrong, (D/n) has been crying nonstop in class for the past hour, and she hid in the closet. She only does that when she’s terrified,” you muttered, as you walked up to Sheriff Stilinski’s office, knocking twice before poking your head in. After explaining the situation to him, he let you have the rest of your shift off, which was only a few more hours. Thanking him, you hurried over to the front door, heading down the sidewalk. Your cursed to yourself when you remembered that you didn’t drive to work today, instead had opted to walk since it was a nice day out. Before you could start trekking your way down to the school, a hand grabbed your wrist, making you spin around.

“Let me give you a ride to the school,” Jordan said, pulling you over to his police cruiser.

“Thank you so much,” you said, getting into the passenger seat. He nodded, before starting up the car. The two of you sat in silence as he drove you to the small preschool, your legs bouncing up and down anxiously as you wondered what could have scared (D/n) so much. Jordan put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, giving you a weak smile as he glanced from you back to the road. You nodded, taking a few deep breaths. You were glad Jordan was around, he was like a brother to you. Your eyes scanned the road in front of you, seeing the preschool come into view.

“I’ll wait here while you go get (D/n), then I’ll drop the two of you home,” he said as he pulled up in front of the building. You thanked him once again before hopping out of the car, and speed walking into the building, finding your daughter’s class with ease. Poking your head in, you saw a bunch of little kids off to the side, listening as an elderly lady read them a story. Stepping further into the class, a quiet sob caught your attention, making your gaze snap to the other side of the room, spotting a lady in her 40s kneeling at the door to a room, talking quietly. You hurried over that way, stepping behind your daughter’s teacher, and in front of the door. Your daughter was curled into a ball, sobbing into her knees.

“(D/n),” You said quietly kneeling down, grabbing the little girl’s attention. Her head shot up as she tossed herself towards you.

“M-Mommy!” She cried out, gripping onto your shoulder, burying her face into the crook of your neck. You hushed her, standing back up. Looking down at the teacher, you could see a sympathetic look on her face. You mouthed ‘thank you’ to her, carrying your daughter out of the classroom. Once far enough into the hallway, you set her down in front of you, kneeling down to her height.

“What happened, sweetie?” You asked, wiping her tears. She took a few staggered breaths, her bottom lip sticking out slightly.

“H-He was here…” she muttered, looking down at the ground. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as you tilted her face up with your finger.

“Who was here?”

“T-The angry man! H-He was here!”

“What angry man?”

“The scary man that yell at Mommy!” She cried out, attaching herself to you once again as she let out loud sobs, her body shaking in fear. Your jaw clenched as you finally realized who she was talking about. You picked her back up, and stood straight, heading outside. You could feel your rage boiling up inside you, but you didn’t want (D/n) to see that you were so angry. Rubbing her back as you walked, a voice called out from behind you, making you stop.

“(Y/n),” Peter called, standing about 30 feet away. You daughter cried out at the sound of his voice, making you tighten your grip on her as you turned around to glare at the man. You opened your mouth to yell at him, but a different voice cut you off.

“Is everything okay?” Jordan asked, coming to stand next to you. You shook your head, loosening your grip on your daughter.

“Sweetie, let Uncle Jordan take you to the car,” you said to your daughter, your eyes never leaving Peter’s figure. Your daughter reluctantly let go, reaching her arms out to Jordan, who took her with a curious glance at you. You flicked your wrist, telling Jordan to go to the car. After watching Jordan leave with (D/n), you returned your glare to Peter. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze locked on where Jordan took your daughter.

“Stay the fuck away from my daughter,” you seethed, trying to control your anger since you were in front of a preschool. Peter’s eyes locked on yours, his gaze softening. “You fucking scared her today, what the hell were you doing?”

“I have to make sure she’s okay,” he muttered, stepping closer to you.

“I can protect her just fine,” you hissed. Peter nodded in agreement, but still shrugged his shoulders.

“I know that, but you do understand that she’s half werewolf right? What are you going to do when she first shifts? How will you teach her to control it? How are you even going to know the symptoms young werewolves have before their first effective full moon?” He questioned. You felt your shoulders deflate some, as you tried to think of a response. You knew he was right. The only other werewolves you were close to was the McCall pack, and you knew he wouldn’t know anything about a young born werewolf.

“She needs me,” he muttered desperately.

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Peter felt his chest tighten as he waited for your response. He clenched his fist, trying to control himself from kneeling in front of you and begging you for forgiveness. Hope flooded his body as you finally turned your gaze away from him, your shoulders deflating. He took this chance to walk closer to you, standing a few feet away.

“Please, let me see her,” he muttered, watching as your jaw clenched and you nodded. He felt his knees almost go out from under him as he was overwhelmed with joy. He let out a relieved breath as he run both his hands through his hair, tears of joy almost spilling from his eyes.

“It’s her choice, though,” you muttered, making Peter look at you confused. “You can come over for dinner tonight. If she wants to be around you more, then you are aloud to be around with my permission first. If not, I want you to leave us alone, Peter.”

Peter nodded his head frantically, happy that he has a chance to make it up to both of you. Peter listened as you told him what time to show up at your house, before you walked away. He watched your figure walk further and further away from him, before he turned and jogged towards his car.

“Okay, I need toys,” he muttered to himself as he tried to remember where the nearest toy store was.

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“It’s okay (D/n), he won’t hurt you. We were just mad, that’s all,” you cooed to your daughter, who continued to give reluctant glances towards the door, where Peter should be entering in a few minutes. “It’s your choice if he stays around, okay? But you have to give him a chance, he’s your father.”

“I don’t want a father!” She cried out, stomping her feet making you let out a deep sigh. “I don’t wanna leave you!”

“He isn’t going to take you! You are going to stay with me forever, okay? He just want to meet you, give him a chance, okay sweetie?” You asked, making her nod. Giving her a smile, you reached out, tickling her sides, causing her to burst out in a fit of loud giggles.

“Rawr!” You yelled playfully, gently pouncing on her so she laid back on the floor with you over top of her, tickling her sides more. She yelled gleefully, squirming to get away from you. A doorbell cut the two of your laughs off, making your gaze shift over to the front door. You sat up from your position, as (D/n) glanced at the door, then back to you. Standing up, you made your way over to the door, opening it to reveal Peter standing there nervously, a small plush wolf in his hand.

“Come in,” you said, opening the door more. Peter nodded, walking in and looking around, a small smile on his face, as if he was remembering all the memories this house held. Your eyes scanned the room, your eyebrows furrowing as you tried to see where (D/n) had went. You let out a light chuckle when you saw her peek out from her hiding spot behind the couch, eyeing Peter curiously.

“(D/n), come here,” you said, kneeling down. Peter looked at you curiously, as he looked around the room, trying to spot the young girl. She hesitantly shuffled from behind the couch, rushing to your side. Her big (e/c) eyes gazed up at Peter, who immediately got down to his knees, giving her a small smile as he held out the push wolf. (D/n) slowly reached out, and grabbed it, a small smile on her face.

“What’s his name?” She asked quietly, looking at Peter, who looked panicked for a second.

“Uh, Ralph?” he said, making it sound more like a question rather than a statement. She nodded, hugging ‘Ralph’ to her chest.

“(D/n), this is Peter, your father,” you spoke up, making her nod and glance back up at Peter.

“Hi dad…” she muttered quietly, before running off to the other side of the room, where all her toys laid spread out.

“…Hi,” he muttered, staring at her in awe, his eyes filled with love. You swallowed, looking away from him before he caught you staring. Standing up, you brushed your hands on your pants, before clearing your throat, catching Peter’s attention, who stood up as well.

“Dinner’s almost done. Why don’t you try and get to know her, while I go finish it,” you said with a small smile, before heading into the kitchen.

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Peter took a deep breath, shaking out his hands as he hyped himself up to begin talking to his daughter. He cracked his neck, before slowly shuffling over to her, squatting down on the side of her. She glanced up at him, before handing him the small wolf plush.

“Wanna play Little Red Riding Hood?” She asked giving him a wide smile. Peter felt his heart flip, as he nodded enthusiastically, taking the toy from her small hands. He watched in awe as she explained in a very childish way, the story of Little Red, adding some random bits into the story, like a talking pig, and Little Red being a princess. Movement in the corner of his eye made him shift his gaze, seeing you stand in the doorway. He gave you a big smile.

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You cursed to yourself as you tripped up the steps once again, in your hurry to get as much of your belongings into your SUV. Grabbing the last of the plastic totes containing your belongings, you hauled it out to your car, shoving it into the back as far as it could go. You panted, standing straight, holding your aching lower back.

“(Y/n)?” A voice called out, startling you. You wiped around, spotting your neighbors, Melissa and Scott, along with Scott’s best friend Stiles. The boys glanced over to you curiously, before continuing into the porch, peeking out through the shadows; as Melissa walked over to the gate that separated your yards.

“Everything’s ok? Why’re you packing?” Se questioned, a concerned look on her face. You gave her a weak, fake smile.

“I just… I’m going to be gone for a while, do you think you can look over the house while I’m gone? You asked, ignoring her question. She nodded hesitantly, her brow furrowing further.

“Sure, how long are you going to be gone for?” She asked, holding out her hand as you dropped a spare key to your house in her hand. You bit your lip nervously, your eyes shooting up to where Scott and Stiles could barely be seen, clearly listening in on the conversation.

“A-A few months, maybe?” You muttered, your gaze drifting down to your feet.

“Whoa, is everything okay? Did Peter-” Melissa started, but you cut her off quickly.

“No! Everything’s okay! I just…” you said, shaking your head. You let out a deep breath, before smiling up at Melissa. “I’m fine,”

She looked hesitant, but she decided against asking any more questions, instead opting to say a polite goodnight, and heading towards her porch. You let out a relieved sigh, spinning on your heel, and heading back inside your almost bare home. You looked around as tears came to your eyes once again, you hands unintentionally rubbing your stomach soothingly. Your stomach was slightly larger than usual,making you face the truth that there was now a small human inside you. Quickly grabbing your last bag, you made your way out of the house, locking the door behind you. Sudden noise caused you to look towards the McCall house, spotting Scott and Stiles staring at you worriedly. Wiping your tears, you hurried towards your SVU, hoping into the driver seat, and pulling off.

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Peter bounded towards Scott and Stiles, anger embedded in his eyes, his brows furrowed. Stiles let out a squeak, jumping behind Scott as the bigger man made his way over to them. Scott shifted nervously, pondering whether or not telling Peter about (Y/n) sudden leaving. He took a deep breath as Peter finally reached them, stopping a few feet away.

“What were you saying about (Y/n)?” Peter growled out, crossing his huge arms over his chest, worry clear in his voice.

“She-uh… She just packed up and left. She told my mom she was leaving for a few months, but didn’t explain why. And right before she left, she was crying. We know you two have gotten pretty close within the last few months, so we decided to call you to ask if you knew anything about it,” Scott said quickly, with Stiles nodding behind him.

Peter let out a loud growl, stomping over to your front door, using the key you had given him a while ago, to unlock it. He rushed in, glancing around your house, searching for any signs of you. His blood ran cold as he realized that mostly everything, except your furniture, was gone. Cursing to himself, he pulled out his phone, dialing in your number. As the phone rang, he turned around, glaring at Scott and Stiles who had followed him inside, both looking around with curiosity. After getting sent to voicemail a handful of times, he let out a loud yell, punching your wall in anger. He stalked to your front door, seething in anger and worry.

“Whoa, where are you going?” Stiles asked, blocking Peter before he could leave the house.

“Searching for her,” Peter growled, shoving Stiles to the side, who fell in a dramatic way. Both teenagers looked at each other and gulped, not wanting to bother Peter anymore.

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You banged your head against the ATM, cursing to yourself as tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. The ATM refused to take the money you needed to pay for enough gas to get you far away from Beacon Hills. You wondered for a second if you should head back home, but decided against it. Going back home, would only lead to memories that you did not want to come back. Leaving the bank, you decided to just rent a motel room for the night, using the last of your money you had on hand.

After arriving at a cheap motel, and checking in, you laid on the stiff bed, staring up at the ceiling. Your hand once again found its way back to your stomach, your fingers caressing it. Your eyes started to slide close, your body finally beginning to relax for the first time in hours.

Loud banging at the door made you shoot up in bed, your heart pounding wildly. You stared at the door, shaking as the banging continued. There was no denying it, he found you. How exactly? You weren’t quite sure, but you had a feeling it had to do with Scott and Stiles.

“Open the door (Y/n)!” Peter called, snapping you out of your dazed state. You shakingly stood up on weak legs, slowly shuffling to the door, the pounding not stopping. Gulping, you raised a shaking hand to the knob, closing your eyes and letting out a shaky breath. Slowly turning the knob, you almost fell back as the door was forced open. Peter barged in, storming through the room, checking the bathroom, under the beds, everywhere.

“Where is he!?” He growled out, grabbing your arm roughly. You let out a whimper, making him release his grip, and start pacing the small motel room.

“W-where’s who?” You whispered, too scared to speak any louder.

“The guy you’re leaving me for! Where is that son of a bitch!?” He roared out, his eyes turning blue. You too a few steps back, cowering against the wall, unconsciously holding your stomach protectively.

“T-there isn’t anyone I’m l-leaving you for…” you muttered, gazing at the floor, before glancing up towards Peter. He immediately stopped his pacing, a confused look on his face.

“Then why the hell did you leave without telling me?” He asked. You gulped once again, looking away from his face, instead finding a deep interest in the room’s carpet. Peter let out a loud growl, stomping closer to your cowering form, making you squeeze your eyes shut in fear.

“Why the fuck did you leave me!?” He yelled, making you let out a loud sob.

“I-I’m pregnant!” You yelled back, collapsing to the floor, pulling your knees close to you, sobs racking through your whole body. Peter stumbled back as if a wave hit him. He gasped for air, stuttering a few incoherent words.

“W-what?” He managed to cough out, staring at you with wide eyes. Letting out another loud sob as you shook, you raised your head to look up at him.