Immortal Mansion

"Her name is Grace and please stop talking like that around our daughter." Brooke frowned at him.

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"I know but you could be been really hurt too."

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"They're alright? Both of them?" He asked walking over to the bed.

"What else do you want to ask?"
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"Your fiancé and your baby are both very strong people." The doctor told him. "And your fiancees sister's quick thinking with her jumper probably saved her life."
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"I know."

He let out a breath. "They are... fighters the two of them."

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"Do you want to be a part of her life, Dean?"

"Of course I do." He told her. "She's mine...But it's on the condition that Peter stays away."

"Oh believe me I will." He had heard everything even before entering the room, and he put a duffle bag on the floor and a backpack before he walked to the wardrobe grabbing his jacket.
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The doctor smiled. "We will try and wake her up in the morning, for now we are letting her get her strength back."

Deluca nodded in understanding. "She's going to be fine though? No internal damage?"

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She sighed. "Pete is he-" She had started pausing when Peter entered the room. "What are you doing? Where are you going?"

"I don't really see why I have to tell you since you are picking up the habit of keeping thing from me." He told her. "But if you must know, I'm going to take some things of comfort to Grace and Sarah, so don't wait up and have fun playing happy families." He told her as he picked up the bags and left.

Brooke waved her hand at the door locking it before he could leave. "What the hell are you even talking about? He has a right to see her."

"Brooke, let me leave." He told her, his own power simmering just below the surface.

"No. I always listen to you, to everyone. I've always done every single damn thing I'm told without question. Now you're not leaving until I know why."

"Brooke," The way he said it made sure she noticed that he wasn't kidding, she needed to let him go before he made his own way out.

"Fine. Go!," she snapped the door slamming open her own powers bubbling to be set free a clear sign that she for the first time ever might be losing her grip on her control.

Peter looked at her. "You lost me when you didn't tell me about this." He reminded her and then he was gone.

She crumbled then getting to her feet and walking to the other side of the room hands clenched as tears slipped down her face.

"You didn't talk to him about me did you?" Dean asked.

"No. He hates you. They all hate you... I should hate you, not them. They never even let me make any decisions on if I was going to let you see her... no one listens or takes me seriously."

"By the looks of it you never attempted to discuss this with them, Brooke I hate Peter almost everyone does, but even I know what went on there."

"They never gave me the chance! Every time you showed up they were always around!"

"Of course they are, they're your family." Dean told her. "Brooke they just want the best for you. But if it was that much trouble then why stay?"

"Because of Peter... because of Bo and if I left they would be upset... and she needed a family... "

"She has me and you, we are your family." He told her. "Why don't you come and stay with me for a few days? That way I can bond with her and you and I can come to some form of arrangement for visiting."

"Stay with you? No, no... I don't think that would work. You hate me... now Peter hates me an-and they're all gonna hate me..."

"Not stay forever." He told her. "But it will help and it will make your family see where they are going wrong."

"Why would you do that for me?"

"Because you're the mother of my daughter."

She nodded finding that fair enough. "Why did you do it... all of this... "