Forever

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Bree sits leaned against Pietro's side, who has his arm around her neck to rub her shoulder with his thumb. He quietly watches from behind as she scrolls through edits of random celebraties, TV shows, odd things that don't even make sense, until she finds one about her.

Her finger freezes in the air and she pays close attention to the screen in front of her, showcasing the moment Bree calmly lost her temper at the conference. In the background, her latest song plays over her rambling as the focus shifts to Pietro's face. The amazed smile on his face as she defends herself wit h everything she's got. The clear proudness in his demeanor when they both grabbed their stuff to leave before they're gone with the wind.

Meanwhile, from above and behind, Pietro smiles at her small giggles and the giddy little flails of her feet, trying to hold back his laugh, so she doesn't realize he's watching too.

She looks into the comments and just keeps letting her tiny noises of excitement at the sight of all kinds of support and appreciation. Every one she sees, she likes, and if she feels the need, replies back with love of her own.

"Bree in her 'F*ck Everbody' era, is killing me."

"Okay, well, that was dramatic."

Bree takes a deep breath for the first bit of dislike that she saw that day and Pietro gets slightly nervous before she just clears her throat and moves right on to the next video. Of course, it has an effect on her, they always do, but she's in a good mood, now is not a time to destroy that.

The next one she finds about them is centered around the same conference, but this time, it's not about the fight. This time, it brings attention to the way Pietro covered the corner of the table, in case she hit her head as she bent down to pick up her pencil. The moment the two had been sitting close and whispering with smiles, though he should've been listening to what was happening around them. But what Bree was doing was his main priority, he would admit.

Bree looks up at Pietro and he chuckles when he realizes he's been caught as she hums in adoration with a scrunched up nose.

"You're so cute." She pushes herself up to sit on his lap as he grabs her hips and she pulls him into a hug. "I didn't know you covered my head."

"I was protecting the table." He jokes, making her laugh a bit. "And your head."

"Thank you." She pouts slightly as he buries his face in her neck and rubs her back.

"You're welcome."

-

Bree just finished up with a nervewracking doctors appointment, a physical of sorts, and has reached her floor to find Pietro waiting for her on the couch. She stares at him as she places her back on the table with a pink nose and clear tears stained on her face.

"What'd they tell you?" He sits up with furrowed brows of concern as she shakily makes her way towards him, so he can hold her close by her hips.

"They said..." She takes a deep breath and pulls on her fingers in front of her, but freezes in fear.

"Go on." He gently nods while rubbing up and down her side and she exhales deeply with wrinkled brows.

"She said I was infertile." She cries softly and his brows furrow as he slowly sits up. "And it's my fault."

"What do you mean?" He shakes his head.

"It's because of my anorexia that I can't carry a baby anymore, it's my fault, I don't know what to do..." She begins somewhat calmly before she covers her face and bursts into tears and he hooks himself in to pull her down to his lap and hug tight. "I don't wanna be like this." She sobs in her hands and he sighs while closing his eyes.

"I know." He turns his face into her hair while holding every bit of her closer. "I know, I'm sorry." He whispers softly. "Did they give you any way to treat this?"

"They said..." She breathes before she can't and pauses for a moment with a sniffle. "They said that...if I go on treatment and am monitored with regular visits, a certain diet, and healthier choices...then it might change, but they don't know." She shrugs sadly.

"Then there's hope, Bree." He nods and she takes a deep breath. "You will get your happy family in the end, I promise you that."