To tell what is going on now, I must explain how it started and I am not certain I am the most reliable narrator for this.
Picture this: New Year’s Day- I awoke around ten in the morning,which is unsual for me.
My head was throbbing and I note the room is a wreck-I mean that in a
most unsavory meaning. There is silly putty and clothes on furniture and everything else is on the floor like it was just shoved.
Peter is next to me with his arms wrapped about my waist which isn’t that odd. He often has cried himself to sleep and mistakes me for his Hello Kitty Doll.
Then, I am bombarded with the most horrifying images which explain why I
was wearing no clothes.
“Hey” Peter awoke and started to nuzzle my neck”Morning”
“Peter, I may the widow of your brother and I think I should go into denial right away. It isn’t right!”
He stopped and looked into my eyes with those soulful,sexy eyes of his and
grinned” It seemed right everytime,even right over the Statue of Liberty. It was meant to be Heidi. I just tried to bury my feelings for you.”
That is one image I am afraid was the first thing that came back to me. Those
poor tourists. I pray they didn’t take pictures.
“Where are the boys?” I was now in fear I had been a bad mother
Peter continued down my neck “I flew them over to their aunt’s they are fine. You worry to much Heidi, trust me that was a load of stress you unloaded.”
My face started to burn with shame. How did this happen? Why did I have an elf
costume hanging on the bottom of the bed on one of the posts?
Then it hit me 
Perhaps the powers that be were striking in order justice must be done. Perhaps, this reality was not our reality!
Oh, after that I just couldn’t think anymore. I am a bad,bad,widow.;)
Flashforward to present:
I think I am with child and am going to buy test to see. Peter is just glowing
at the thought of being a father. Me, I wonder if his superpowers can involve carrying the child instead of having to do it myself.
Oops,gotta go-Peter is giving me ‘the look”
To quote a certain little tramp:
“SQUEEEEEE”
That was my evil twin, Preter. He’s a skank. He escaped from my basement and he’s been sleeping around. I’ve been trying to catch him for 8 years, but he’s one slippery disease-ridden eel of sex.
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What’s wrong with being a skank?
Omg who is saying “Squee”? Thats my word!
Wait…
ARE YOU CALLING ME A TRAMP?
You’re the maybe pregnant one!
I hate to be the one to break it to you, but I doubt that was the real Peter. He could never get the situation…going knowing that you were once mine. Yep, my little bro loves me more than you do and just couldn’t do it.
Trust me-Peter is the one and very real;)
No, it wasn’t me. It was Preter. I was busy nursing injured rabbits to health and having sex with some goth girl that died minutes after our love-making ceased.
Ok, I have a way to put this to rest. You will both sleep with me and…um…well that’s all I’ve got so far.
Adam! You scamp you!
Nathan: you are just jealous:P
Peter- we already played evil twin last night-remember?