what happened? Fem Y/N x Peter

VI

A week later, he set himself the task of getting to know everything that was "around him". He already knew where the hospital where Y/N worked, the company where he worked, the nearest mall, the supermarket where they did their groceries, and other places.

His wife's schedule was not static, there were days when she could arrive at 5:00 pm or 4:30 am. When she arrived in the evenings or early morning, he would pretend to sleep, just to analyze her behavior without the need to talk.

On Saturday Y/N returned late, Peter listened intently; expecting her to repeat her routine of going into her closet, putting on her pajamas, getting ready for bed, and going to bed. But this time it was different, he left his purse on the floor, went into his closet, pulled something out, and left the room.

Confused that things were different, Peter got out of bed and followed her. She was in the living room, in front of her sofa removing the cushions from their place and arranging them as if she were making a nest.

She finished arranging as she wished and watched as she spread a blanket and covered herself with it and then sat between the cushions and hugged her legs.

It was very strange behavior, so he approached her.

— Y/N... —he said to her when he was in front of her.

— Peter? —she looked up, confused— did I wake you up? —she stopped hugging her legs to look at him— sorry... it's weird, you're a heavy sleeper.

Peter didn't want to find out anymore if she meant it because he slept like that since before, so he just took a seat next to her, next to her cushion fort.

— Did you have a hard day at work? —he asked in a murderous tone of voice.

She didn't speak immediately, she took a few moments and let out a heavy sigh.

— It was late —she spoke in a low tone as if she didn't want anyone else to hear her— the day had been pretty quiet, my child has progressed quite well —she swallowed and then cleared her throat— I was getting ready to leave when I was called from the emergency area...

Peter looked at her curiously, Y/N wasn't one to tell that kind of story, so he guessed it must have been something intense.

— I went down as fast as I could... they never call us... —Peter noticed how his Y/N's eyes watered— when I arrived, I found a little boy with a metal rod through his left shoulder... —he took a breath and continued— he was spitting blood when he spoke... I asked the routine questions to know his condition: what's your name? how old are you? do you know where you are? those things... he said he was 8 years old... he was in so much pain that his brain had blocked all sensation —her voice breaking— we were transporting him to an operating room, I was preparing myself while I was talking to him... he could not answer because of the blood... when we arrived... they were preparing my clothes to start the operation... he grabbed my arm, making me look at him —she had to stop because her voice was more breaking— "I don't want to die"... he begged me to save him, as if... —she stopped again, it was hard for her to speak— I didn't know what to tell him —she connected her eyes with his, showing that she was sad, even hurt— what do you say to a child who knows his life is about to end and is afraid because of that —she looked away— "soon it will end" was the only thing I could tell him... —she closed her eyes tightly before continuing— he was going with his parents when they hit a cargo truck.... his parents were unconscious at the time —she looked back at him— they couldn't say goodbye to their son... he couldn't tell his parents that he loved them... a child, who had a whole life ahead of him... dreams, goals, a future —she finished and then hugged his legs again while a tear ran down her face.

Peter understood at that moment what Y/N had done with the blanket and cushions: she was simulating a hug. It was a way to feel the warmth she needed to feel at that moment. So he slowly began to pull the cushions aside.

He pulled her into his arms and she reciprocated the embrace. He stroked her hair tenderly. He was sure that at this moment he could conquer her, he was going to support her.

— Travel with me to Las Vegas —he told her without thinking it through.

— What? —she questioned in surprise— really? —she looked him in the eyes, still in tears— the last time we traveled together was for our honeymoon...

— Come with me —he interrupted her— I'll tell Lucy to pack your suitcase tomorrow.

Y/N hugged him again and let herself be pampered by Peter.

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I finally updated, it may take a while to update, college, work, homework, leave me no time :( but yes I will continue it.

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