Freebie- The real story of Peter, Peter- the nursery rhyme

Freebie- The read story of Peter, Peter- the nursery rhyme

Peter, Peter

Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater,
Had a wife, and couldn’t keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell,
And there he kept her very well.

Preposterous! That’s what I said to him when he locked me up in here. But I went nonetheless.
You see, my husband is a…were-animal. He changes on the full moon into various animals and hunts for hours on end. Lovely.
So while he is out there doing who knows what, I am locked inside the silver bullet. Well not really a bullet, more like a pumpkin. Yes, a gourd-shaped shell of a home for me, oh little me.
So now, it’s almost morning and my sweet man will come through that door…when I let him.
Knock! Knock!
Here he is?
The daylight peeked through the door. I saw his very normal human hands slip onto the doorknob signaling for me to do my ritual jumping on him and cleaning him up. He would say his ritual words of how I was his perfection masterpiece and all the other pretty words he showered me with.
His broad shoulders were bared with the absence of his green shirt that he left in the night before. I was used to it. Besides, my husband is gorgeous. His bright iridescent eyes smiled along with his perfect lips.
His jet black hair was a mess, all mused up in every direction.
Yeah, like I said. He is gorgeous.
“Hey babe,” Peter’s deepened timbre purred the words.
“Hey honey,” I sounded too perky. I missed him.
He kissed my cheek and headed straight for the bathroom like he always did. I went back to the sofa…and waited.
Twenty minutes later, Prince Charming emerged.
The warm, earthy smell that was all Peter overwhelmed me. His deep, sultry smile hit his lips when he saw my dropped jaw. A chuckle elapsed from his no doubt still warm lips. And all thoughts of him being on four legs and with fleas left my mind.
He sat beside me and put an arm around my shoulder. I snuggled in close and dared the question I wanted answered.
“After all this time I have never asked, but what happens when you are gone from me.”
Peter shifted only slightly. He moved my chestnut brown length of hair to curve around my neck and bent to kiss the side of my neck where he could reach. I helped him by leaning into him. Would he tell me?
“Celeste, I will not fill your mind with horror stories.”
I relaxed despite the avoidance. “Will you ever tell me?”
“Hopefully not,” he snorted.
“Are there girl creatures out there when you are alone?” I finally asked the burning low in the pit of my stomach question.
He grunted. “Celeste. You are so feisty sometimes. No. There are no females of my kind anywhere near or any other creature. If they were, they wouldn’t hold a candle to you. All I see at night are prey and I’m the…”
He didn’t say it, but I knew what he was about to say.
“Okay!” I could survive, for now.
We snuggled even closer and before the day drifted completely away, we went into town to grab steaks for dinner. Yes, my man eats lots of meat. Just saying.
The days went by. Weeks. Another full moon. The routine the same.
I was happy.
But I knew Peter needed more. He wanted someone to understand.
Then it happened. They came.
The three of them were menacing and hot and just.like.Peter.
All males and all creatures.

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