I spent the evening fuming at Peter. He called me back but I didn't bother to answer, I knew I'd blow up in his face. So I patiently waited for him to come home and explain himself. It was around midnight, I was sitting on his couch legs and arms crossed. The door to his apartment unlocked and he walked in. He had his jacket on his arm and was singing some sort of tune. Sitting in the dark I watched him go into the kitchen to make a midnight snack. I guess he didn't notice me. Until he walked towards the couch, he saw my face and stopped in his tracks. He stared blankly at me. Letting out a sigh, I stand up and walk back to the bedroom. Walking past him without saying a word. He follows behind me. Propping myself up in his bed, I lay on my side closing my eyes. "Kenneth called me.". I don't respond. "Look (y/n), I'm sorry I lied to you. We are invited to Ron's wedding, that part I didn't lie about." I say nothing. "(Y/n) please. Okay, the truth is I had a gambling game a few months back. The guy lost to me and owed me a fuck ton of money. Of course he didn't pay me. Some dumb broad got into the middle of it, creating a massive misunderstanding between us." He sits down next to me on the bed. "I know it's no excuse and I know you're upset with me. I didn't know how you'd react if I told you, so I figured it'd be better to keep it from you and explain myself when I got back. I didn't do it to hurt you." "(Y/n) you know I love you, and I'd do anything for you. I need to know you aren't going to leave me for this. You don't have to forgive me, I know you're going to be mad at me for a while. But just know I'm sorry." He places his hand on my hip. I sit up and look at him, his face is sulking. Pulling him close to me I speak. "I'm upset with you yes, but I could never stay mad at you my love." "Just don't ever be afraid of my reaction, okay? I don't want that to be why you keep secrets from me." I interlock our fingers pulling him closer. We talk back and forth for a while, he falls asleep resting on me. The morning rolls around quickly, I wake up with Peter drooling on me. Lightly tapping him he looks up at me. We both stretch and get out of bed, he grabs my hand and embraces me for a few minutes. I could tell he meant what he said last night. That's why it was so easy to forgive him. I sneak into the kitchen, making some pancakes. He walks in fully dressed with that hat on you loved so much. "Are you excited about today my sweet?" "Excited about what teddy?" "I'm taking you with me to Ron's actual bachelors party." "Isn't that usually just for guys?" "Yeah, but his soon to be bride is having a Bachlorette party at their house. I want you to go" He says smiling. "I suppose I'll go, but only to drink." I tease. "That's my girl!" He laughs. The Bachlorette party was a trip. Lots of alcohol and male strippers, not exactly my cup of tea. But the booze made it tolerable. Peter sent me pictures all night, he was up to some fun stuff. He sure cleaned up nice..
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