It was sweet, adorable, and completely unlike any Sean Michael I'd ever thought would exist.
I thought the babies were rather too sentient, but other than that, it wasn't bad.
But omg Peter is such a woman
sometimes, what with his damsel in distress thing sometimes and the "Oh, protect me, big strong man" shtick. Like those old sitcoms when the wife's fussing and worrying and fretting and needs her husband to calm her down from her tizzy.
Pretty sure there was a line about him wearing Chad's old sweatshirt and puttering around the kitchen.
The sex was awkward. I felt like I did when I was in middle school and realized the fact that I had brothers meant my parents were doing it
and that the mysterious foil-wrapped thing I found a few years ago under their pillow that my mom quickly took away from me was a condom.