Forever

93

Just the day after, a saddend Bree sits in her comfy sweats and hoodie on the couch, staring at the wall with her legs pulled up to her chest and head on her crossed arms. Pietro comes up to her with a sigh and hooks his arm under her legs to lift her into his arms, while she confusedly stays silent and lays her arm over his shoulders. He takes her seat to have her in his lap and she adjusts to not fall back as he pulls her in by her hip.

"I've thought about it..." He begins softly. "And I've decided that it's not the best time for you to start feeling this way again, after you've finally made it out of that mindset." He nods and she lays her head on his shoulder. "I've been trying to figure out ways to cheer you up, but I know that it's not that easy with you." He shakes his head and she sighs. "But I remember that you used to say that you've always wanted to do this one thing and I've already started it. I just need you to get dressed up and all beautiful as always." He states, but she doesn't move, far too out of it to even try. "Bree, you'll have to get up at some point, it'll be better if you do it as soon as possible. You need it." He pets her hair back and her brows wrinkle as she closes her eyes and puts her fist to her mouth. "Princezna, please." He looks down at her. "I don't want this part of you to cut you off from everything around you again, I won't have it."

"You don't understand." She whimpers in a near whisper.

"I'm trying to." He nods with raised brows. "If you'd let me, I would. I'll never get what this news feels like to you, it hurts me too, yes, but not even close to the same way it kills you. A family has always been a dream for you and I understand that, because it's the same for Wanda. She always talked about wanting two boys and, now, she's been dating a robot for the past three years and she sure as hell isn't getting a child from that and she knows this." He nods while rubbing her arm. "She's talked to me about this before and it breaks her heart, but she knows that it's still possible, even if it's not her own child." He shrugs. "Adoption, a donor, even if somebody were to carry the baby for her. And I know that's not the same." He states in a more gentle tone. "You two are not the same, you don't think or act the same, you want a child of your own. I do understand." He nods. "I just want you to know and realize that there is always a way, even if it's not the one you've wanted from the start, it's still a possibility and, if you have to, you take it."

-

As the sun starts to set upon the organge and pink sky, Pietro places Bree on the beachy sand below her feet with his arm around her waist from behind. After her eyes had immediately landed on the blanket ahead with two lanterns, waiting to be lit around a small buffet of random snacks, she looks up at him with a small agape smile on her face.

A beach date had been something Bree has wanted for a long time and Pietro hasn't about it. He's not a huge fan of the beach, he doesn't hate it, it's just not his scene, but it is hers and he'd do anything for her. Plus, this isn't bad at all and he's fairly excited as well.

Hand-in-hand, they make their way towards the picnic area to take their seats right across from each other before she just leans right in on her palms to force a grateful kiss onto him at the same moment he looks up at her, causing him to breathe a chuckle into her lips.

She sits on her bottom and folds her legs beside her while he watches her smile as she takes his hand for him to bring hers closer and kiss the back.

"Did you want to light the candles?" He pulls a lighter out of his back pockets and she nods quickly.

She turns to the lantern closest to her and lowers down to open the small door. She pushes her hair behind her ear and lets the wick take flame before she crawls right over Pietro to lean right over his legs and do the same to his.

"You haven't said a word since we got here." He watches her sit up with a smile and she slowly shrugs while looking down at all he's done.

"I don't even have to." She motions to the brightness on her face and he chuckles.

"See, this is how I know you're taking your medication." He tilts his head and she nods. "If you weren't, you wouldn't have even gotten out of bed."

"I know." She nods softly.

"And I didn't say that to bring back bad memories, I just wanted you to know how proud I am." He places his hand on her knee. "Your emotions have gotten better, your music will never stop getting better." He shakes his head and she hangs hers a bit with a grin. "I can't tell you how many times I've listened to Plane To Paris, that has to be my favorite so far." He shakes his head. "Bad backstory, yes." He nods with a smirk and she chuckles. "But something beautiful came from it and I will never stop listening to it."

"Thank you for your support." She nods shyly and he smiles a bit while licking his lips.

"You're welcome."

-

"I want you to know..." Pietro starts while he lays down with her head on his chest and grazes his fingers up and down her side after moving her shirt out of the way. "No matter what happens, eventually, you'll be okay." He states softly and she nuzzles her head into his shoulder. "I know this sucks in the moment, but, as long as there is another solution, or a way to heal you, there is a way to know that you will be okay. And I'll be there with you, cheering you on, every step of the way."