“Go to him, Sweet Pea.”
“Don't call me baby when you're pissed, Sweet Pea.""Don't call me Sweet Pea at all, baby”
“Lucretia Jane Price. A sweet name for a sweet lady that smelled of roses, spoke with a sweet drawl, and was surely made of all the sweet country things a man who hadn't eaten a good meal in a long time could imagine -- molasses, sweet peas, sweet corn, freshly churned butter.”
“Sweet pea?'" Alec said."I was just trying it out."Alec shook his head. "No."Magnus shrugged. "I'll keep at it.”
“There are so many things to be tortured about, sweet pea. So many torturous things in this life. Don't let the man who doesn't love you be one of them.”
“Today Little Pea, tomorrow I'm going to read her The Time Traveler's Wife.”