what happened? Fem Y/N x Peter

XII

The sun streamed through the window, shining its light directly into Y/N's face, waking her up. She felt she had slept long enough; it had been an excellent restorative sleep. She got up and headed to the kitchen, for some reason she was hungry.

She prepared something quick and started to eat without leaving the kitchen, when through the doorway appeared Peter, with his legs functioning normally, a paper bag with a pantry, a pair of pants with black shoes, a blue t-shirt with a heart on the chest and black circles under his blue eyes.

Y/N's jaw stopped its chewing activity from the shock of the image.

"Good morning, Darling," the way he said "Darling" to her sent shivers down her spine, but she played it down because: Peter was walking and looked totally different!

"W- w- w-" the stuttering became very evident, which made Peter turn to look at her "what are you doing here?"

The expression on Peter's face would have been funny if Y/N's emotional situation were otherwise, but his face only confused her more.

"I came to... bring the pantry?" He didn't mean to sound sarcastic, but he didn't know how to answer that question.

Y/N could not with her surprise, the Peter in front of her, he was not her husband, he had his height, the shape of his body, his movements, even the tone of voice, but he was not the same, there were other characteristics that screamed to her that this was not her husband, the man she loved and the one she had been married to.

"Peter..."

His face contracted into a grimace of surprise and displeasure as if he had seen the most repulsive being in the universe.

"What did you just call me!" he asked angrily.

Y/N didn't know what to say to that. He had never spoken to her in that tone before, and he had never been angry at her for calling him by his name. From stories of fellow hospital patients, she knew that between couples when one called the other by name, it meant there was anger and the other should find out their mistakes and apologize. But she was sure that calling someone by name was no reason to have that reaction.

"Who told you my name? It was her, wasn't it? You talked to her!" He wasn't looking at her, though he was annoyed. It wasn't until he looked at her that he noticed what he had provoked in her.

She was pale and tears were streaming down her eyes, but she didn't seem to be aware that she was crying. There were none of those lines of expression on her face that are marked when one cries out of sadness, happiness, or anger.

"Darling, I-I'm sorry," he said, leaning closer, "I-I didn't mean to get angry."

Y/N blinked slowly, she felt like she was about to faint, so she squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the wetness. She placed her hands on her face trying to wipe herself, which led her to lose her balance for a moment. Fortunately for her, Peter (even though she resented his name) was nearby and was able to hold her up.

"Are you all right?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

"I..." she didn't know what to answer.

There was no need to say more, for almost as if she had a magnet in her body, Peter clung to her to take her in his arms and give her the calm or comfort she needed.

Y/N wrapped her arms around him, feeling his body. She didn't remember hugging her husband too much, but this Peter wrapped around her felt like he was covering her, like hugging a very large stuffed animal. She felt covered and in a way, it was suffocating.