what happened? Fem Y/N x Peter

II

It was dawn and Peter woke up with renewed energy, it had been a long time since he had slept so peacefully, tying Y/N up well had been one of his best choices, now he was more than sure that she wasn't going anywhere.

He went to the kitchen and prepared a delicious breakfast for them both, he wanted his Darling to recover so she could get a good start on their life as a couple. He returned to the bedroom with a tray of delicious hotcakes, orange juice, toast and bacon and eggs.

As he entered the room, his hands pressed against the tray. Y/N was not in bed. His eyes looked as if they would burst into flames, his chest filled with anger.

He was about to scream and curse that Y/N had escaped, when she came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body.

Peter looked at her very strangely, as she looked thin and had both legs.

— W-where the hell were you? —he asked more confused than annoyed.

— Ah... I went to the building's gym and came back to take a bath? — asked Y/N quizzically— Good morning, by the way —she waved to look at what he was holding in his hands— wow, is that for me? —she questioned with the same strange tone she used before.

— Y-yes —he answered as confidently as he could.

— So cute! —she exclaimed surprised and touched— you have never done that before, neither before nor after we got married, I think you woke up in a very good mood... or do you feel bad, or do you have something to tell me?

— Wh-what?

Y/N's words echoed loudly in his head and the almost unreal image of her slim and "complete" prevented him from thinking clearly. You can't grow legs in one night, you can't get thin so fast, plus he was supposed to have tied her to the bed the night before, plus he was married now. What the hell was going on!

— Well... —she spoke to cut the silence that had been created between them.

She resumed her walk and headed for another door.

— Where do you think you're going? —Peter asked, almost instinctively, as if Y/N was running away.

— To my closet, I'm going to get dressed! God, Peter, you're acting so weird, relax! —She exclaimed annoyed as she continued— You should better put that somewhere safe before you throw it away —she spoke to him from inside the closet, referring to the breakfast.

Really confused, he approached the nearest piece of furniture and put the tray down, noticing a small picture in which both of them were posing for the camera: Y/N wearing a beautiful plain and simple wedding dress, low-cut with a blue detail, a tail of the same color and fine rhinestones and a veil that made her look like an angel; standing next to him, who was sitting on a Victorian style chair, wearing a suit in the same shade of blue as her dress, a white shirt and tie. In a white room decorated with flowers.

Although the photo was beautiful, it seemed very awkward that, in a wedding photo, they were not hugging or kissing, they were not even touching each other as there was some distance between them, apart from the fact that neither of them was smiling with real sincerity, it was a barely noticeable smile on both, it seemed forced.