Forever

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Bree steps into the bathroom in her loves over-sized t-shirt and leaves the door open behind her. Pietro sits at the head of the bed with his arms crossed over his abdomen and his eyes planted on Bree.

She pulls the clip from her hair and places it on the counter before slipping off the shirt, leaving her in just her underwear. Her eyes flicker up to the mirror in front of her and she stops moving to stare hatefully towards reflection at hand.

Pietro furrows his brows and tilts his head in concern while slowly sitting up. She pushes in on her stomach and squeezes her sides with wrinkled brows while sucking in. He gets out of bed in an instant and quietly makes his toward her as she lets out that deep exhale.

He grazes his hand up her arm and moves to stand behind her as he wraps his arms around her shoulders and just under her breasts. She lays her head back on his chest and closes her eyes while he watches through the mirror.

He bites his bottom lip with a sigh before resting his head on her hair, leaving him hunched over quite a bit. He holds her tighter and closer to his front for a moment before she turns her head a bit and then turns her whole body around to face him and encase his neck in her arms. He lifts her up onto his hips and leans his backside against the counter.

"Can you shower with me?" She mumbles in his neck.

"Whatever you want, Anjel." He shakes his head while closing his eyes.

He holds her for a few minutes more while rubbing up and down her back before he places her back on her feet. He turns on the water as she finishes getting undressed with him being soon to follow. She steps in through the glass door and he does the same after her as she's beginning to wet her hair.

He pushes his fingers in her hair and pulls her to his chest. She wraps her arms around his waist to hug him tight and nuzzle herself in and tilt her head down as he begins to rub her back and arm.

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A few hours later, Pietro is sitting on the couch with the TV on in front of him. Sitting on the other end of the couch, Bree adjusts and he looks over to see her staring at the floor with her head resting on her fist, zero emotion on her face. He reaches over and takes her hand. She looks at him and he nods her over, so she can slide closer to him and curl into his side.

"Have you been taking your meds, like I asked?" He rubs her side as she lays her head on his chest and nods. "Can I watch you take them, so I know for sure?"

"Yeah." She agrees just above a whisper.

He takes a deep breath while licking his lips and pulling her even closer for her to fold her legs above his lap with her feet between his.

"What can I do to make you happy around me?"

"Hold me." She wraps her arms around her waist and buries herself in his hoodie. "I just need you to hold me."

"As you wish, Princezna."