A Broken Web 3

Chapter 4 - Peter's POV

"Gwen?"

I wake up, lying on the couch. My last memory was Gwen lying with me last night. My vision is blurred, until I wake up properly. I hear the click of Gwen's heels, but I can't place them. "Gwen?" I say again, only to feel two hands jump onto my shoulders. I jump with fright. I feel Gwen's hands move slowly up my neck and into my hair. "Who scared you this time?" She laughs, kissing my head softly. I laugh sarcastically, before standing up and kissing her. She pulls away, before walking through to where Emma is. I follow her. She stands at Emma's crib, adjusting the way she is lying slightly. I hug Gwen from behind, watching my daughter sleep peacefully. "Isn't she precious?" Gwen whispers, placing her hands on mine placed around her. I kiss Gwen's neck softly. One of her hands climbs up to my hair. "She sure is." I whisper. I clasp my hands together around Gwen's stomach. I remember that when she was Pregnant, I couldn't do that. My arms wouldn't fit. Boy, Emma was a big baby.

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A few days later.....

I hold the door open for Gwen. She stumbles into 'Mum's' apartment. She is bombarded by her mother, fussing over Emma. 'Mum' comes over to me, and gives me a hug. Making sure Gwen in through in the kitchen, 'Mum' says "How about taking Gwen out tonight Peter? You two need to spend more time together and I need to spend some good 'Grandmother to Grandchild' time." quietly. She winks, and pats my shoulder gently, before following Gwen into the kitchen.

"Gwen?" I say, seeing her spread across her bed. I crawl on and lay beside her. I stroke her back softly. I feel her flinch as I go over get scar. "Sorry." I whisper into her ear. "Peter." She says, her voice quivering slightly. I notice her shaky tone, and hug her gently. "You can tell me." I say. "Peter, I might need another operation." She says, before bursting out into tears. She sits up, and leans into me, my shirt becoming moist with tears. I pull her in close, trying not to touch her scar. Her tears become heavier. I can just see her face, mascara and eyeliner trailing down it. I feel like I'm falling apart, just as much as she is.