Peter Banks

Peter makes it home, carrying three boxes of donuts, one for you and two for himself. He walks through and closes the door, breathing a sigh of relief to be home. Sugar pie I'm home! He walks to the living room to see you in the kitchen cleaning up. He smiles warmly and walks over, his belly jiggling. He takes the cloth out of your hands and throws it to the side and picks you up, carrying you to the sofa. He sits down and cuddles you close, his wings wrap around you I love you, sugar pie