1963-09-05 - Cape Cod Vacation
Summary: Just a peek into the lives of Director Carter and Chief Sousa while on vacation on Cape Cod.
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peggy sousa 


The nice thing about them giving the announcement of expecting at the top of the trip was that Peggy could now beg off, pretty much, anything she didn't care to do. No cooking (not that she ever really cooked anyway), but no long beach runs, or badmitton games, and if she wanted to go drop off right after dinner, everyone encouraged her. So, while Daniel was probably being tortured by the children or helping clean up dishes, Peggy slipped off to their little rented house and changed out of her slightly tight dress.

Now, Peggy's managed to find the most comfortable thing around (apparently, she ate a bit too much at dinner), and is now in a pair of his briefs low on her hips and one of his white undershirts. She's not in the bed, but stretched out on the couch in the little sitting room. She's drowsily trying to read at a book, but her eyes are half dropping off between pages.

*

Sousa dropped Mickey off with the cousins and aunts and uncles — they probably adore spending time with her, which gives them a nice little break. Not working -and- having a few hours without their child? Bliss! He limps his way into the cottage and finds Peggy there, reading. Pausing in the doorway, he grins, "And just what am I supposed to wear now? I don't think I'd fit in your negligee."

*

"…I don't really fit in my negligee either, to be frank." Peggy responds with a slight smirk. And while she certainly wasn't showing, a good week of proper Sousa cooking, the recovery from the stress of him missing, and all the other changes in her body have definitely lent themselves to a far *softer* Peggy — bras all more tight, waistbands uncomfortable, just everything straining at the edges of anything that was carefully tailored to her. Including her sexy vacation lingere.

"Besides, we packed you extra just in case the boys threw you in the pool. I think you can spare one set. Or, you know…wear nothing?" She offers with some drowsy flirtation behind her husky voice, as she tosses her book on the coffee table and rolls over onto her side to fully face him.

*

"I suppose I can spare a set," Sousa mock-sighs before he steps further into the little sitting room. "I like the look on you," is offered before he looks down at himself, "Something tells me the neighbors wouldn't be as appreciative." He'll move closer so that he can sit next to her on the sofa, "How are you feeling? Do I need to start stocking up on pickles?" And whatever else she craved the last time. There's a little pause before he asks, "Happy? I'm sorry I dragged you away from work…" but he's not really.

*

As he comes to move to sit on the sofa, she shifts her legs enough that he can sit right there and then she can drape her mostly bare, strong, slender legs across his lap again. Smoothly shaven, since they are at the beach and she's been in sun dresses most of the weekend. She stretches out, now completely sprawled on him, stifling a bit of a yawn but happy to be awake and relaxing there. "Happy? Of course, darling… I… I'm always happy with you. And… I needed this. We needed this. You were right." Not something she says too often, but she means it now. Her fingertips stretch out, lazily tracing against his side. "I feel… better. Puffy, but better."

*

"I think this is the second time I've been right!" Sousa gloats a little as he shifts so that Peggy can be more comfortable. "You don't look puffy to me. You look radiant." And they both probably look more relaxed after that harrowing week. As Peggy reaches out to trace against his side, he reaches out to lace his fingers in her's. "I'm glad you feel better, though. I was worried." He's just being honest.

There's another pause before he gives a sigh, "I guess we need to talk about a dog…"

*

"…You think? Mickey… will get used to things, I think. But… it might make her happier too. But I know it'd be hard. Even if we just got a small one. I… I know we don't need the stress, but… " Peggy sighs, also not wanting to keep telling her daughter no, that much is clear. She's a push over to Mickey more than almost anyone in the world. She stretches her other hand down so her fingertips trace against the outside of his knee, just lazily wanting to touch him in their relaxing, quiet evening. "…and I…I'm glad we're both feeling better. I was worried too. About… so much…"

*

Sousa listens and looks at Peggy when she offers her opinion, "Is it giving into her demands, though? And are we just trying to sate her in the time she'll have between now and getting a baby brother or sister? What if she decides she doesn't want the dog?" He certainly plans on explaining to her that they're living creatures and they are things to be kept and loved for their lives and not just when she wants it. "But it might be something to keep her company while we're still at work…but when she's at school, we'd be leaving the dog home alone. Is that fair?"

"I think we both need to delegate more. In general." No more work talk, but he'll say that.

*

"…Those are probably questions to ask her. A conversation to have, a serious one. If she can convince us she wants the dog for good, not just sometimes, and that she understands the responsibility… I think we should. But she has to be up for it. If we treat her like a big girl, she generally rises to the occasion." Peggy's not wrong in that, and the quiet pride in her voice about their daughter is clear. For as pushy as Mickey can be, Peggy loves that in her too, and her spitfire intelligence which was so much a reflection of both of them.

She exhales quietly at his comment about delegating more, letting their knit hands fall gently against her stomach, just lingering there lazily, fingertips woven over the softness at her waistline now. "…Probably. Another few months and no one around the office will give me the option anyway."

*

Since he's the one who has been against the dog, he'll have to be the one to have the conversation with Mickey. Daniel nods, "All right…if you think she'll understand it, I'll have the talk with her. But we'll take a dog from the pound," adopting a dog who needs a home rather than buying one. "I think she'll enjoy having someone else to boss around in either a dog or a baby brother or sister." Or both.

There's a little smile as his hand is moved to rest against Peggy's stomach…he hasn't wanted to be presumptuous since she was so nervous about it, but his own fingers gently rub against the soft skin there. "So do it before they decide to do it for you. Don't give them that power."

*

Having told his family, well, it's all *far* more real now. Somehow. Those nerves beginning to slowly go away as things seem stable and steady. Just the way it went with Mickey, really. So, some of that ghost of fear in her eyes that had been there before simply doesn't return, even as his fingertips stretch out against her stomach. She actually smiles a bit more, tracing her fingertips across the back of his wrist gently, taking a deep breath into the touch.

"… See how the conversation goes. Then we can maybe schedule a trip to the pound… if she really seems like she's going to be a big girl about it." Peggy, for all her not exactly standing up to Mickey about this, seems to still consider it with reservation. But then he's on about her taking the time at work and she sighs, "…Daniel, I'm hardly in the field these days anyway. I could work just fine until the end."

*

It's almost like the fact that Peggy is less worried and relaxed means that Daniel can also be less worried and relaxed. They have a unique relationship, but he can't help but unconsciously take on even more concern when it comes to her. While he knows she can handle herself, there's still some part of him that wants, no, needs to protect her.

"It's not even about being in the Field, Peggy, and you're evading. I'm not asking you to stop working, and you know that too." Damn, where's the pickle jar? He's going to have to add some cash when they get back. "I'm just saying that you could make the announcement on your terms so that people don't whisper and presume and then talk down to you."

*

And while Peggy sometimes bristles at being protected, there are certain times she needs it too. He's one of the very few people in the whole world she ALLOWS to protect her, even if he gets resistance. So, she isn't outright arguing this. She can see the worry in his eyes and the logic behind his words. Peggy just sighs quietly, though, shutting her eyes for a moment as she stretches her fingertips out over his. "…another month or two… then I'll tell people. But while people won't worry about me working, I'm going to get good work in."

*

"I just think you should do it before it's obvious," Daniel offers, "But in the end, it's your choice and I'll support whatever you decide." Unles she really disagrees with it. Those rare times were always fun, the two of them arguing in meetings.

His fingers continue to rub lightly along Peggy's belly, "Do you want a boy or a girl?" No more talking about work. "And is it ok that we're having Christmas with the family? I sort of decided without really asking you…"

*

"…Daniel, I love your family… You know I'd always happily have them. I might be… cranky by then, but I want them there, I promise you." She just gets moody. Sometimes *very* moody. And she seems to have accepted his moving on from work, because she doesn't protest or go back to it again. She smiles a bit more at the feeling of his gently rubbing hand. Now that she's allowing herself to accept this is happening, well, she's actually getting a bit excited herself. "…A… a boy would be nice. But another girl for Mickey might… well, they might get along more. And really, as long as things just go… Go fine, I'll be happy for *anything*. You, though? Do you want a boy?"

*

"They'll just get cranky right back at you and you know it," Daniel can't help but chuckle, "That, or they'll let you go be cranky while they go about everything else." And she knows it. They'll happily help with the decorations, the food preparation, child care…everything and that may be one of the reasons why he also wanted the holidays there. They're guests who insist that their hosts do nothing at all!

As talk turns to the baby, he leans over some so that he can rest his side against her's, "One of each would be nice, but I'm just hoping for a happy, healthy baby. She might like having a baby brother to boss around…just ask my sisters about that."

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