Forever

24

This morning, Pietro wakes up and heads straight to Bree's room, only to immediately grow concerned to see her curled in a ball in her bed with a pained face.

"What's going on?" He instantly gets protective.

"Cramps." She chuckles.

"Oh." He relaxes a bit with a sigh. "What do you need?" He rests on his fist beside her as she rolls to her back.

"Mjolnir." She pushes on her lower belly.

"What is a Mjolnir?" He raises his brows with his lips pulled into his mouth.

"Thors hammer."

"What?" He chuckles.

"I need the pressure."

"What about this?"

He crawls on top of her and somewhat gently plops on his front. She grunts a laugh, making him smile as he looks back at her.

"Good?"

She nods while silently laughing and he turns away with a smile.

"Wanda always gets moody and hungry when this happens." He informs and she shakes her head. "Are you the same?"

"A little." She chuckles.

"Ugh." He groans and she laughs. "What food will make you not want to kill me?"

"I won't want to kill you. I'll want to punch you."

"Oh, great." He smirks.

"You don't need to get me food." She rubs his back while looking up. "Just stay where you are or I'll guide you somewhere else and we'll be good."

"Will do." He chuckles.

"... Okay, I lied, I can't breathe." She states with a strained voice.

He chuckles as he pushes himself off of her and she lets out a deep exhale with a small agape smile as he sits beside her, resting on his hand on her other side.

"You look so cute with these glasses on." He messes with them on her face and she smiles.

She pukers her lips and he chuckles before leaning down for a smooth kiss. Per her request, he then goes into her walk-in closet to grab her heating pad and plugs it in for her to shove half of it in her pants to hold it on her uterus.

He crawls over her and tosses himself on his back beside her, making her smile as she watches. They put on a movie and she rolls to her side to lay her head on his belly with her knees pulled up to keep the heating pad in place.

Eventually, near the middle of the movie, the pains in her abdomen grow stronger and carry down her thighs, causing her to groan as she rolls onto her back and he quickly looks down at her.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asks in concern.

"Mmhmm." She shakes her head with tears in her eyes and furrowed brows. "It hurts really bad."

"Don't hold your breath." He coos and she nods while closing her eyes and taking a deep breath as a tear slips out.

He pulls the pad from her grip and she looks at him while sitting up. He places it on his front and takes her hands to pull her over to straddle his waist as she tries to keep breathing in pain and the tears continue to slowly flow. He moves her arms around his neck and pulls her in, to hug her close.

"Just keep breathing in and out." He pushes his hands under her shirt to start gently grazing her back. "Smell the flowers." He coos and she takes a deep breath. "Blow out the candles." He instructs softly and she exhales while pushing her face in his neck.

She continues to attempt to control her lungs while he rubs up and down her sides multitasks between watching the movie and paying attention to her movements and potential voice.

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Later that night, they're sitting on her couch when Bree begins to get tired as her eyelids grow heavier. She lays her head on Pietro's shoulder and he looks down at her, just as she quickly opens her eyes to try keeping herself awake.

He smiles and turns off the TV, causing her to furrow her brows as she lifts her head to look up at him.

"Bedtime." He pats her knee as he stands and grabs her hand.

"I want your bed." She tiredly stands as well.

"You want to sleep in my bed?" He nods with raised brows and she nods back. "Okay." He chuckles.

He picks her up bridal style with little to no warning and she smiles with a small chuckle before wrapping her arms around his neck as he races down the steps and through the hall to reach his room in seconds.

He drops her onto his bed and she giggles while pulling the blankets over her as he moves to the other side. He lays down and puts his arm out as she turns to face away from him with her head laid on it.

He stays on his phone as she slowly drifts off into a deep sleep and reaches up to hold his hand, making him smile.

He becomes oblivious to what's happening to his arm until it begins to tingle like a bunch of needles are poking it. He looks over and scrunches his nose with a sigh, but lays still for her to cut off circulation to the rest of his arm in her silent and peaceful slumber.