Peterick oneshots: book 1.

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Patricks p.o.v

He took my strawberry blonde hair and pushed it out of my face with his soft fingers.

He was finally home.

My glowing eyes glossed over with salty tears as he pulled me in for our first hug in 3 years.

Plump, pink lips against my rosy cheeks felt like home.

I had longed for this precious moment.

It was finally here.

I couldn't ask for any more.