Peter & Mariska: The One Shots [A Collection]

That's My Man

Hey guys!!

Cute little one-shot written as I listened to 'That's My Man' by Monica (have a listen if you need to). In this one-shot Mariska is basically thinking as she watches Peter. She thinks about how much she loves him and wants him. No matter what, Peter is her man.

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That's My Man [ONESHOT]

After seventeen years of being a couple - with fourteen and a half of them being spent married - Mariska still was just as proud to have him as her man. She could never put into words the things he did to her and how he made her feel, but she loved him so much and felt honored to have him.

She felt a tremble deep in her soul when she so much as thought about him, and that feeling was something she could never ignore. Sometimes she was blown away by him - he was tall and intimidating and protective, yet was one of the most intelligent, graceful human beings with a touch as soft and tender as the steps of a butterfly. He was like her fortress wrapped in 6'5 worth of muscle and man. When he wrapped those muscular arms around her, he shielded her from everything that was wrong. Perhaps he wasn't what people considered the traditional amazing man - like a baller or something - but he was her beautiful, intelligent, protective, handsome, incredible man and she loved him more than anything.

She hated when people on the Internet threw slick comments at her man and said things simply because they didn't think he fit with her. Sometimes she found herself wanting to respond; 'How can you tell me about my man when you ain't even got a man if your own?', yet she refrained from doing so. Those who truly cared about her and who knew her and her man were some of the most supportive people. The people who hated on them and their relationship - they were simply jealous because at the end of the day, her man really loved her. With every look in the eye, every touch and kiss and hug, she could feel it in her bones that he simply loved her. He never disrespected her by putting his hands on her, never even so much as disrespected her by looking in the direction of another woman. He cared about her needs and catered to them to make sure she was satisfied and happy and smiling. On those rare occasions when they did fight, it never mattered much. At the end of the day, he always came home to her because she was his queen.

She laughed softly to herself as she thought about how infatuated she was with her husband. She always told him how much she loved him - every single day, multiple times a day. Even when they weren't around each other due to their respective filming schedules, she would text him whenever she had a moment just to tell him she loved him. She loved him more than anything in the world, she needed him for the rest of her life because he was absolutely everything and always made her feel incredible inside. She almost felt sorry for anyone that wasn't experiencing the love that she had in her life, because this was something that should be experienced by everyone. She would never do her man wrong just like he'd never do her wrong, and just like he would always be her man, she would always be his girl.

She took a deep breath as she watched him from the sun lounger she was lounging on, peering at him through her sunglasses over the top of a book that she was meant to be reading. He was in the in ground swimming pool that was included with their private villa here in Puerto Rico; water dripped down his muscular back and torso and over his muscular arms. Perhaps the most romantic sight was seeing him playing with their children, making them laugh as he splashed them; being the perfect father. There was always something so romantic about seeing him be such a spectacular father, and she just couldn't wait to drag him to their bedroom later to show him how much she loved and appreciated him.

This was her man, the love of her life, someone she had prayed for for so long. She was his lady and she was so proud to be. A good man was always hard to find, so when she had finally gotten hers - seventeen years earlier - she cherished him with everything and held on tight.

And she was still holding onto him. God had smiled on her when He brought that wonderful man into her life and allowed him to show her the love and happiness and respect that she had never seen.

She smiled to herself; she loved this man so much.

She blinked as she watched him ascend the few steps to get out of the pool, leaving their children to play together. She licked her lips as she watched him wipe some excess water from his rippling muscles, and her lips curled into a smile when he made his way over. She dropped her book to her torso as he leaned over her, caging her in as his arms were on either side of her and his hands pressed on the lounger on either side of her black bikini clad body. She slid her hands up his arms to rest on his shoulders, and she smirked as he leaned closer to her.

"I felt you staring at me." The deep timbre of his voice sent shivers down her spine, and she shuddered slightly under his gaze.

"I couldn't help it," she leaned in, her lips brushing his as she mumbled; "I love you, Mister Hermann."

He pecked her lips before mumbling; "I love you too Missus Hermann."

He then settled himself on the lounger beside her before kissing her again, holding her close to him. As the sounds of their children laughing filled the air and provided the soundtrack to a joyful, loving atmosphere, they continued sharing the sweetest of kisses while simply holding onto each other.

Peter Hermann was her world, and she would never let him go.
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