I thought of domestic Raul coz I just bought a new duvet cover and it just feels so good to be in bed just domestic Raul buying a new set of bedding and both of you losing your adulting minds at how good it feels
hi babes, i’m super late but here I am now! hopefully you like it!
*Word Count: 600+
*Warnings: just a whole lot of fluff
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Coming home from work after a long day always feels fantastic.
So as soon as Y/N stepped foot into her apartment, she dropped her shoes and her bag by the door and moved to her shared room with her boyfriend so she could shower, Raul would probably arriving in a couple of minutes and she was already planning how she’d convince him to order take out instead of both of them cooking dinner. While under the warm water, she heard the front door opening and Raul’s voice was quick to follow.
“Darling? I’m home” he called from the living room.
“I’m in here” she was quick to reply as she hear shuffling just outside the bathroom door.
“What do you think about ordering italian?” he offered and a grin was quick to spread on her lips.
“The best idea you’ve had in your life”
With that he only chuckled and mumbled an “okay”
Y/N found weird the fact that Raul didn’t even try to pry the door open to throw a flirty comment at her, or join her or simply sit on the floor to talk about his day, but maybe he was just extra tired so she just ignored it in favor of finishing her shower so she could move to the living room to watch a movie or something.
Just as she was ready, she opened the door to their room only to find their bedding all over the floor as Raul added the finishing touches to their bed. Y/N just stood there in shock at the scene unfolding before her. Raul was spreading new sheets, a white heavy duvet and a soft fuzzy blanket on top of their huge bed, new candles lit up aligning their TV stand on the bedroom as he arranged the pillows back in place.
“What’s going on?” she was able to ask a few moments after letting the whole think sink in.
“Oh, hey you” he said with a big grin on his face as he turned to wrap an arm around her waist and place a peck on her lips “looking gorgeous, darling” he said with a smile.
“What did you do?” she said as she wrapped his arms around his narrow waist.
Raul only smiled at her “I went with Peter so he could buy new sheets since he only had his old ones from college, and they made me buy this”
“They made you buy this?!” she asked trying to hold back a laugh.
Raul shrugged with a lopsided grin “well, they showed me how soft these were and I was convinced, come try this babe, it’s unreal”
“Honey, no, we need to do the laundry and have dinner, come on” she said letting go of him to grab his hand in favor of trying to pull him away from the bedroom.
“Five minutes and I promise I’ll go with you” he promised and after a couple of seconds of staring at his pouting lips and she couldn’t say no to him, so as soon as Raul didn’t feel as much resistance, he pulled her to lay on their bed on the new bedding and Y/N sighed in relief as she was engulfed by the softest sheets she’s ever felt against her skin. He pulled her on top of him before wrapping her in a tight yet comforting hug. The constant thump of his heart relaxing her sore muscles and slowly making her realize how tired she actually was. She fought her best to stay awake, but as soon as Raul cared his fingers through her hair, her eyes slowly starting shutting closed.
“Darling? Are you falling asleep? We need to eat first” he said in the softest voice.
“Hmm five more minutes” she mumbled softly, nuzzling on his chest and he chuckled gently.
✨Opened a writing to doc for the first time in three months- it's not what I thought I'd be working on, but I'm actually so excited about how this is turning out and I'm so happy! Do you want a teaser in a day or so?✨
A/N: I was planning on editing this and writing more but I’ll just make it into a fifth part I guess. Also hi, idk if anyone is even still going to read this series??? I’m essentially posting for @itrocksmysocks just because I know she could use some Peter softness <3
Word count: 2318
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“I miss you,” Peter smiled, half of his face squished into his pillow as he balanced his phone in his hand and wished the image weren’t blurry. Your wifi at home was terrible and the image quality was awful, but this was the closest you could get to seeing each other for now.
“Me too,” You wrapped the blanket around you tighter as you leaned back into the couch. “I wanted to go for a walk the other night, but I didn’t want to go on my own, it sucked,”
“Soon though, and once this whole Christmas thing is over we’ll be back to studying and living right next to each other,”
“I’m so happy I’ll be with you for new year’s,”
“I can’t believe I’ve managed to go without you for a week,” Peter sighed to which you giggled. He could be so dramatic. “I wish we had more time to celebrate the end of exams together,”
“We’ll do that soon,” You had promised him endless cuddles and kisses already, you’d probably be stuck to each other for a little while.
“Yeah, I’m so excited for you to meet Shawn and Raul,”
“And I’m super scared of meeting them and the rest of your family,” You cringed slightly, the bubble of happiness you imagined with Peter suddenly bursting. It was terrifying, he was close to his family and you desperately wanted them to like you.
“They’re going to love you,” He reassured you for the hundredth time.
“You’re saying it like it’s that easy,” You rolled your eyes with a smile, a little excited despite the fear to get to meet the people he spoke so highly of. Peter had to think for a second before he replied, all he could think was that it was that easy to love you, because he did.
It would have to wait, saying it on a facetime call wasn’t right.
“You’ll be fine, for real. They’re really happy you’re coming,” He held the words back for a little longer, knowing he was bound to say them once you were by his side again.
“Yeah, well, there’s no way out of this now anyway,”
“Do you want a way out?” Peter’s eyebrows moved up questioningly. He was teasing and you knew it, so your smile only widened.
“Hell no.”
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Late night facetime calls with Peter were a regular thing, you didn’t even schedule them, but when it was late and you got lonely there was always one of you to call the other. You even had a collection of screenshots of Peter when you found him particularly cute on a call (which was most of the time) and while you cherished those adorable memories you couldn’t wait to see him in person.
Christmas with your family was tainted with how much you missed Peter, but you were happy to find yourself on a plane to see him a few days later. It was a long flight, and you couldn’t talk to him while you were on it which made you nervous. You needed his reassurance now more than ever, but you were at least glad that he wasn’t picking you up from the airport.
He had offered to, but it was just easier for you to get an uber. It also meant you wouldn’t have to sit in a car with his brothers trying to make conversation even though you didn’t know them.
You texted him when you got close, you were sure he was as excited as you. The uber slowed in front of a house that matched the description Peter had given you, and you hopped out with your suitcase a second later.
You hadn’t even walked up to the door that Peter was rushing outside and pulling you into a bone crushing hug that made you drop your bag on the ground.
“Oh my god it’s so good to hug you,” He buried his face in your neck while you hid yours against his shoulder, he squeezed you so tightly it was hard to breathe, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
“Missed you so much,” You spoke against his chest, taking in the scent that was distinctively Peter. It made all of your worries melt away.
“Me too darling,” He held your face and pulled away from the hug to gently kiss you. “Missed that too,” A grin spread on his face as his cheeks flushed pink and butterflies erupted in your stomach. You’d never get used to how giddy his kisses made you.
Your eyes darted to the side when movement caught your attention, and you finally got to see his brothers.
“Hello,” You took a step back from Peter and shyly greeted the two boys who were standing a little behind him.
“Hi, I’m Shawn,” The one with the red hoodie said, stepping forward to hug you. “Peter won’t shut up about you,” He squeezed you once before stepping back and letting Raul chime in.
“Don’t be surprised if everyone knows everything about you when we get to the party tomorrow,” The eldest added as he greeted you too. “Come on, let’s get inside,”
“I got this,” Shawn pushed your hand away to grab your suitcase, hauling it up to the front porch without letting you protest.
“Everything?” You focused on what Raul had said instead, looking towards your boyfriend.
“Not everything,” Peter protested. “Well not everyone,”
“Who does everything include?” You were a little hesitant to find out, but Raul’s next words reassured you slightly.
“Just us two, it’s always been like that,”
“So I’ve heard.”
The three boys gave you a tour of the house, most of which consisted of Shawn rambling, Peter adding in details and Raul rolling his eyes at the stupid jokes the other two made. Their dynamic was just as Peter had described to you, and Raul was definitely the most intimidating out of the three.
Meeting his parents was less stressful after that, they were incredibly sweet and treated you like you belonged in their house as much as their children did.
While the triplets lived with their parents during the holidays, Shawn knew that his condo was the best place to celebrate the start of the New Year. He had plenty of space and the most gorgeous view, which meant the three of them had invited all of their friends over there.
Plans for the next day were to spend time at Shawn’s stocking up the fridge and making sure anything that could break was hidden away in his room.
You were glad to get a break with Peter before that, sitting in comfortable clothes on his bed. It was a little different that the one you were used to, but it still smelled like him and you knew you’d sleep like a baby. He sat on the chair by his desk, rearranging some textbooks into a pile, but there was still one thought nagging you since you had arrived. You couldn’t go to bed until you knew.
“When you said your brothers know everything… What does that include exactly?” You asked hesitantly, hoping it wouldn’t ruin the happiness you had felt for the entire day.
Peter mentally cursed. He was hoping you wouldn’t pick up on that on your first day back with him. He knew he fucked up, bad, but he couldn’t lie to you.
“If you’re wondering if it includes Brad,” Peter nervously fidgeted with the pencil in his hand. “Yeah… it does,” His voice was small as he finished.
“Did you have to tell them?” Your heart sank in your chest. You didn’t even know them yet and they had already heard of the thing you felt the worst about.
“I’m sorry I just- I’ve always shared everything with them, I didn’t mean to overstep,” The guilt was obvious in his voice and features. “Now is like… the worst time to say this, but um, I wrote a song about you. Shawn helped for some stuff, and then it sorta came up, so Raul ended up knowing too. I’m so sorry,” He spoke too fast, biting his lip.
“You wrote a song about me?” You pressed, disregarding the rest of what he said for now.
“Yeah? Sometimes Raul and I share stuff with Shawn to turn into lyrics… But yeah, I’m sorry, I get it if you’re mad at me, I should have asked you first,” He rambled and glanced down at his feet with the most embarrassed expression you had ever seen on his face.
“I’m not angry,” You couldn’t help but reassure him instantly, he looked like a kicked puppy and you couldn’t handle it. “It’s just that it still sucks, you know how I feel about the whole thing, the less people know the better,”
“Of course, I get that, I’m sorry. If it’s any help… They’ve got murder tendencies towards Brad too,”
“I guess it helps a little,” You conceded, visibly taking a weight off his shoulders. “Did you actually write a song about… me?”
“Yeah, um, it’s only a demo right now, but Shawn thinks it’d be good to put it on the album, only after you hear it and say it’s okay though,” Peter scratched the back of his neck, still stuttering a little and speaking too fast at the end of his sentences. He didn’t feel as bad as he did breaking the news, but he still did something wrong and the guilt wouldn’t disappear just yet.
“Oh,” you were shocked by the announcement. The rush of emotions in you was confusing, the fact that Peter wrote a song about you was incredibly sweet, but the fact that his brothers knew about Brad made you feel uncomfortable and you didn’t know whether you were in a positive or negative mood.
“Only you can tell it’s about… well, you.” He chewed on his lip nervously, he could see the dilemma in your head as you tried to figure out how to react. Eventually, you boxed everything into another corner of your brain and decided to deal with it some other time. Maybe in the shower, when you could peacefully cry if you needed to.
“Tomorrow?” You asked and hoped you would have enough time to process everything before then.
“Of course,” Peter nodded.
“Can we just cuddle for tonight, please? It’s been a long day and I’ve missed you, the last thing I want to talk about is how horrible thinking about Brad makes me feel.”
“Ye-yeah, sorry,” his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red but he moved from the chair to join you on the bed.
“Pete?” You leaned into his arms and looked up at his face
“Yes?” He felt his heartbeat settle with you in his arms.
“Stop apologising. It’s okay,”
“I’ll try,” he gave you a weak smile, laying you down on the bed first before getting comfortable facing you. Spooning was always nice, but this was better to talk.
“Did you three wear those different hoodies on purpose?” You switched the subject to something else, almost sure that the answer to that question would be yes.
“Um, yeah,” Peter blushed again. “I made them do it, I didn’t want you to have to worry about trying to differentiate us,”
“That’s really sweet,” your heart melted right then. “And your parents are so nice too,”
“Told you you didn’t need to worry,” He kissed the tip of your nose. “They’ve been asking when they’d get to meet you for a while,”
“From what I heard it was more you blowing their ears off,” you mocked gently and Peter rolled his eyes.
“Okay maybe there was a little bit of that,” his tone was playful too. “But can you really blame me?”
“No, even my friends are so sick of hearing about you, and they’re kind of pissed that I’m not celebrating the new year with them,” you moved to get under the covers and Peter followed your lead.
“You told them about me?” He asked. The surprise made him stop his movements and you had to tug the covers to remind him to get off them. You waited until he was settled to bring the blanket back up over him and shuffled closer to him.
“Of course I did,” You chuckled, reaching out to gently massage the back of his head. “Told them about you when we were friends, and you were just this cute guy I had a massive crush on, so they heard the rest of the story too,”
“I did something like that too, and then Raul gave me a pep talk and basically pushed me to ask you out because I told him I wanted to but I was too nervous to do it,” Peter admitted.
“I thought it’d be more of a Shawn thing, he seems more the type,” you nuzzled your head deeper into the pillow and kept trailing the tips of your fingers on the back of his neck just the way he liked.
“Shawn is more the type to encourage me,” He explained while his eyelids fluttered from your touch. Having you close to him again truly was the best feeling in the world. “Raul would rather kick my ass into doing it,”
“He’s the intimidating one,” you agreed, to which Peter laughed.
“He’s not as scary as he looks.” He was amused by your reaction. It was so typical of everyone that met Raul, and yet he was essentially harmless.
“Uh uh,” you didn’t sound convinced, but he knew you’d need to see it to believe it.
“Give it a day or two, you’ll see,” Peter chuckled and reached out to turn the light off. It made you drop your hand from his head, of course, so as soon as he was done he scooted close to you and rested his cheek on your chest. “Can you please keep playing with my hair?”
Summary: No one could’ve guessed you would have ended up with Peter, but the two of you give each other a love neither of you ever thought you’d be lucky enough to experience.
Author’s Note: This is my first time writing with the Mendes Triplet concept by @thotmendes and I’m honestly so excited about it. Also, shout out to @fallinallincurls for talking concepts with me the other night that inspired me to write this and @princecharmingmendes for telling me too write it along with a ton of other people that got me to finish this (such as @itrocksmysocks who sent me a bunch of Peter pictures that were absolutely adorable). So I hope you guys enjoy this! It’s literally 4.6k of just pure fluff and more fluff after that. As always please tell me what you think!
Warnings: Mild Swearing (like literally only one or two words)
No one knew how Peter Mendes ended up with you. Hell, Peter didn’t even know how he ended up with someone like you, but somehow almost every night he fell asleep with his head on your chest, your hands brushing through his mess of fluffy curls. You commanded the room any time you walked in it, confidence radiating off you in every aspect as you strode past everyone with your shoulders pushed back and chin held high. Known to be the life of the party, you were the one people could rely on to flirt your way past the guy at the liquor store to bring the best booze to all of the frat parties, and your name was well ingrained into the minds of almost every student at your wide campus.
Peter, on the other hand, was only known by a handful of students and for a completely different set of reasons. Typically when one thought of Peter they first thought of Raul, the oldest of the Mendes triplets that was known for partying and hooking up with girls, or Shawn, the captain of the hockey team that could easily get any girl he wanted just by looking them in the eyes and serenading them with his singing and guitar. If by some miracle they knew Peter for another reason, it’d probably be because he happened to be one of the smartest students in every single one of his classes and often was asked for tutoring or help with homework. When you thought of Peter Mendes you thought of the smart Mendes, which was exactly why it just didn’t seem right that the two of you were together.
It wasn’t like you were unintelligent by any means, you got As and Bs in all of your classes, but you weren’t even close to the level of Peter’s smarts. Most students would say Raul would be your type, you both had dominating, cocky almost personalities on the outside and loved to party, a seemingly perfect fit. Or even Shawn, who had a smooth, laid back persona would be a great match for you if he didn’t already have a girlfriend to love.
But you knew how you ended up with Peter. It was just 6 months ago when that curly headed boy walked into your life, flipping it completely upside down in the best way possible. You remember it clear as day; you had just gone into the kitchen of the frat house to get another drink when you spotted a cuddly giant leaning against the counter looking completely out of place, swirling his drink inside of his solo cup. You excused yourself, reaching behind him to grab some pop causing him to look at you with wide eyes, apologizing profusely for being in your way. Giggling at his reaction you reassured the startled boy that there was nothing to worry about, before properly introducing yourself.
“I’m Y/n by the way.”
“I know,” he responded, cheeks heating up after realizing what he had said. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t completely infatuated by you, how could he not be? You were absolutely gorgeous and the definition of perfection in his eyes, and something about your mysterious aura left him wanting to know everything about you. Yet here he was, completely embarrassing himself in front of the girl he was secretly crushing on. “I’m sorry that was so weird, um, I’m Peter,” he stuck his hand out for you to shake it, a laugh escaping your lips as you took it firmly in your own. His heart was beating out of his chest at the fact that not only were you engaging in a conversation with him, but you had just shaken his hand, which he was now realizing was not a common thing for teenagers to do and was probably screwing up any chance he had of getting to know you.
“So what’s in the cup?” you asked, motioning to the drink that was pretty much still filled to the brim, a clear sign that its contents were not appealing to him.
“Oh, um, it’s beer, but I’m not really that much of a drinker, especially in large crowds.” His cheeks burned bright red under your stare and he wondered how much deeper of a hole he was going to dig himself into with all of this information he was giving out. Surely someone like you would find him boring soon, it was only a matter of time before you left him to talk to someone hotter and much more interesting.
But to his surprise you moved closer, leaning against the counter next to him as you brought your cup to your lips. “Want to know a secret?” you whispered, Peter nodding frantically like a little boy about to get a new toy, “I’m not that into drinking either. I only really do it at parties and even then I usually keep it to a minimum. I’ve been here for three hours and all I’ve had is half a white claws I ended up giving to my friend. This is Pepsi.” You took another sip from your cup, watching as his jaw dropped at the information causing a smirk to form on your face, “You know I’ve never actually told anyone that, but I have a feeling you’re not gonna go around telling everyone what I tell you.”
“No, no, I won't, I promise.”
“Good, now what do you say we find somewhere quieter to get away from all of this. I’ve had a long day and I have a feeling you love parties just as much as you love drinking.” Peter thought he had never smiled so wide as you took his hand and pulled him into an empty room, one you just happened to know wouldn’t be used tonight. The two of you talked for hours, about how he was dragged there and then abandoned by his two identical brothers, to the research he was doing for astronomy class. You listened intently to everything he said, even adding some of your own input about topics he never thought you would be interested in, and he truly thought in that moment that he had never felt more seen, more appreciated and thought of as someone other than the unknown Mendes brother. You parted ways when it got too late for the both of you, exchanging numbers with a promise to see the other again soon, Peter’s heart racing at the thought of seeing you once more. You never told him, but he had your heart that first night you met him, finally having someone who wanted to know more about you than how to get in your pants.
So even though it shocked the entire school to see Peter’s arm wrapped around your shoulders two weeks later, the two of you felt perfectly content and at peace with one another, your personalities balancing each other out, fitting in like the missing pieces to your own individual puzzles. If you ever had a bad day, you knew that the moment you saw your cuddly giant of a boyfriend looking as comfy as ever in his softest sweatshirts, glasses adorning his beautiful face, your mood would instantly be lightened and everything would be alright. And that’s exactly what you needed right now, a cuddly Peter to turn your day around.
So there you were, headed to the triplets apartment off campus to see your man. Raul, Peter, and Shawn had all bought a four-bedroom apartment only a couple minutes off campus after their sophomore year, and you were around so much that they trusted you with the code and your very own key. You fit right in with the boys easily; you had seen Raul and Shawn at a couple parties before you met Peter, but you never spoke more than a few words to one another. Now that you were dating Peter though, you were practically treated as their sister, blending right into the dynamics of their tight knit family. If there was one thing the Mendes brothers were, it was close and you never quite understood how deep their connections were with one another until you were around them so much. Peter was never known to be a player, always wanting to just be in a serious relationship, so it had been years since he had brought a girl home around his brothers. For that very reason, Shawn and Raul were extremely protective over him, but you easily passed the test they gave you right off the bat. They loved you, not to mention they could tell that Peter was head over heels for you long before he told you 3 months into your relationship. He had been laying on your chest, breathing starting to become heavy as you lured him to sleep with your head massages.
“I love you,” he mumbled into your shirt almost incoherently, an innocent slip of the tongue in his sleepy state. You froze, hand pausing in his hair for a second as he whined from the lack of your touch, not even processing what he just said. You hadn’t ever told one of your boyfriends that you loved them, the thought always seeming too permanent and constricting. But Peter was different and you knew that from the start. He made you feel things that you worried in the dead of night you might never experience and even though it was early in your relationship, Peter felt emotions so deeply and openly that your heart was completely owned by him.
“I love you too, Pete.” He hummed in confusion at your words, suddenly a lot more awake as he sat up to look you in the eyes.
“What?”
“You told me you loved me and I said I love you too.”
“You do?” he asked, eyes wide, happy tears prickling in the corners of them.
“I don’t know how I couldn’t bubs,” and with that he surged forward, connecting your lips to his with as much passion as he could possibly muster.
After he woke up, Peter immediately told his brothers about the night’s events, the two of them filled with joy that someone could make their brother as happy as he was. A month later he gave his virginity to you and the praise (and teasing) he got from his brothers was never ending. You weren’t forgotten either for later that day when you showed up, Shawn immediately began wiggling his eyebrows at you as Raul started cracking sexual jokes, Peter looking sheepish in the background. You had rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance, though you could never be truly mad at Peter for sharing your relationship with his brothers. You learned very quickly that there was little to no privacy with the three of them and anything you did was fair game in their conversations. You didn’t mind, you loved how close they were, not to mention how supportive they were of one another, and you definitely didn’t complain when you had two extremely buff guys protecting you from drunk creeps at parties that didn’t seem to grasp the concept that you were in a relationship.
But being close to the brothers also meant they were used to your random appearances when you typically showed up unannounced even to Peter, who never complained about getting to spend more time with you. Which happened to be the case today, when you stormed in, muttering a quick hello to Raul who was spread out on the couch as you headed towards Peter’s room.
“Peter?” you asked, knocking twice before entering at his request, not even greeting him and instead landing face down on his mattress with a huff.
Your boyfriend closed his laptop, saving his work and sitting up to give you his full attention, running his fingers over your back, “What’s wrong, angel?”
“She’s such a bitch!” you complained, rolling over onto your back to stare at the ceiling.
“Who?” This is how it usually went if you were having a bad day, he’d ask you generic questions, allowing you to let out all of your pent up frustration until you were ready to be cuddled for the rest of the night.
“Marissa! You won’t believe this. This guy comes up to me after class today and tries to give me his number and I’m obviously like no, sorry, I’ve already got the greatest man in the world, I don’t have any interest or need for anyone else. But guess what?!”
It didn’t even phase Peter at this point that a guy tried to get your number, it happened so often that he was partially immune to the doubts and jealousy that came with it. In the beginning it was hard for him, constantly feeling like he wasn’t enough and didn’t deserve you, but you proved to him time after time again that you were completely gone for him and that he was more than you could ever dream of. And he would never, ever question your loyalty to him, if there was one thing you weren’t it was a cheater. “What?”
“Turns out this dude had a girlfriend, Marissa, and so of course she was pissed that he was trying to get my number, which is understandable. But guess who she blames it on?”
“You?”
“Me! Like are you KIDDING me?! I’m not the one with loyalty issues here, sweetie, yet here you are accusing me of trying to get with your man. Why would I even want his number? Even if I was a cheater, which ugh I want to throw up just thinking about it, you’re a hundred times hotter and better than him in every way so it doesn’t make sense. So no, it wasn’t me, sorry your boyfriend’s a manwhore, Marissa.” A chuckle escaped Peter’s lips, head tilting back against the headboard as he laughed. You turned your head at the beautiful sound, meeting his eyes a few seconds later for the first time that night. And just like that. Mood completely better. The sight of him, hair a fluffy mess basically asking to be played with, adorable glasses being pushed up by the scrunch in his nose, and comfy pink sweatshirt on his frame making him look as soft as ever.
“Hi bubs.”
Peter smiled his loving smile he reserved for you, laughing to himself at how quick your mood could change around him, “Hi angel. Feeling better?”
You nodded, crawling up the bed into his open arms, sliding underneath the covers next to him as you rested your head on his chest, “I love you.”
“I love you so much.” He adjusted in the bed to better lay down with you laying on top of him, stroking your hair before placing gentle kisses on the top of your head, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, bubs,” you snuggled further into his chest, cheek squishing against the fabric of his sweatshirt, “Just wanna cuddle you all night long.”
“I can do that,” Peter whispered, voice soft against your ear, “You doing anything for the rest of the night? I heard Raul saying there’s a huge frat party he’s going to later.”
“Yeah I heard about that,” you admitted, “But I don’t think I’m gonna go. Rather just lay here with you. If you want to, that is.”
Peter’s heart swelled three sizes at your words, nodding his head as he traced I love you onto your back like he always did when he was given the chance. It was true that ever since you started dating Peter you weren’t found at parties as often as you used to be. You still enjoyed going to them, you even managed to bring Peter to a couple of them and he found them much more enjoyable with you by his side, but more often you found yourself just wanting to stay in with your man rather than being surrounded by a bunch of people you hardly knew. “I’d love that,” he spoke against your ear, still leaving butterfly kisses in your hair, “Why don’t we have a movie night? I bought your favorite cookie dough, I could go pop them in the oven if you wanted.”
Your head perked up at his words, a smile gracing your face, “Mrs. Field’s Chocolate Chip?”
“Mhm,” he hummed in response, a squeal leaving your mouth as you jumped off the bed pulling him with you.
“Come on, come on, cookies, Pete!” He laughed, grabbing your hand in his and letting you drag him to the kitchen. He loved how different you were with him, how you were so carefree and loving compared to the confident, I don’t care vibe you gave off to everyone. It was like a secret only he got to see and as long as you kept showing it to him, he was gonna soak in every second of it.
Upon arriving in the kitchen, you jumped to sit onto the counter while Peter rummaged through the fridge in search of the mouth-watering cookie dough. You leaned over to wash your hands in the sink next to him before rolling the dough into large balls to get the biggest cookies possible. The first time you made cookies with Peter he was shocked at how much dough you were rolling for one cookie, claiming that they weren’t going to turn out well if they weren’t perfectly symmetrical to the suggested sizing on the side of the packaging. But once he tasted the big cookies he had no complaints, and neither did the rest of the triplets. Once the package was finished and you had two sheets of cookies in the oven, you watched as Peter set the timer on the oven, little tongue sticking out in concentration.
“Come here, big guy,” you motioned him closer to you, wrapping your legs around his waist once he stood in the middle of them, hands on your thighs. You placed your hands on his shoulders, one hand making its way to play with the curls on the back of his neck. He stared up at you with doe like eyes, hands frozen on your thighs no matter how much he wanted to move them. Even if you had been dating for over half a year now, Peter was still shy and nervous about touching you, so even having him put his hands there in the first place without you telling him it was ok was a big deal. “You can move your hands if you want,” you whispered, eyes holding his soft gaze, feeling his thumbs start to slowly rub circles against the fabric of your jeans, “You’re so handsome, did you know that?”
He blushed at your words, head ducking down to look at the ground, “‘M not handsome, you just have to say that cause I’m your boyfriend.” You knew Peter always had trouble with having self confidence, years of believing that his brothers were better than him really took a toll on his heart. But even if he was a part of three identical triplets, every time you looked at him all you saw was the cutest, most handsome man alive. Maybe he didn’t have endless tattoos like Raul, or piercings like Shawn, but he was Peter, your Peter, and you would do anything to convince him that he was more than enough for anyone, especially himself.
“Pete, look at me.” You lifted his chin up with your finger, other hand smoothing along his shoulder, “I would never tell you something that wasn’t true. I don’t tell you you’re handsome because I feel I have some weird requirement as your girlfriend to do so, I do it because every time I look at you I get butterflies in my stomach over how gorgeous you are. No one has ever made me feel like you do, bubs, and I just wish you could see what I see when I look at you.” With that you brought his lips to yours, tasting the sweet vanilla of his chapstick as he moved in sync with you. You squeezed your legs tighter around him, one hand deep in his unruly curls as you pulled him closer to you, his hands moving up to find purchase on your hips. He squeezed your hips lightly three times, a silent I love you as you kissed, causing a smile to form on your face at the soft boy in your arms.
“You better not be fucking over there!” Raul’s voice tore through the moment, the two of you breaking away from each other in order to turn around towards the couch where he was staring back at you with eyebrows raised. You rolled your eyes at his antics, turning around to find Peter with red stained cheeks and bashful eyes before calling back to the older triplet, “Don’t worry, Raul, we’re not stealing your job!”
A sincere laugh escaped Raul’s lips as you lightly pushed your boyfriend away so you could hop off the counter, earning a small whine from him in response, “Come on, bubs, let’s check on these cookies.” A couple minutes later you had a fresh batch of cookies sitting on top of the oven, the smell filling the entire apartment quick enough to have Raul next to the two of you in minutes with an already burnt tongue because he refused to wait for them to cool down. Just as you and Peter had bit into your first cookie, Shawn had come stumbling into the house with his hockey gear, a wide smile on his face, “Do I smell cookies?”
“Only the best. Want one?” you asked, handing him the plate, while Raul complained from next to you that he was just about to grab another.
“Is that even a question?” he asked, practically moaning when the taste hit his mouth, “And this is why I love having you around.”
“You say that like I’m the one that buys and makes the cookies. Peter’s the one that does all the work.”
“Yeah, but Peter only makes them for you. We only had oven baked cookies once or twice a year before you came.”
“Hey! I make dinner for you guys almost every night,” Peter countered, a slight furrow to his brows, “Not my fault the both of you can’t make your way around the kitchen without burning it.”
“Can’t argue with that,” Raul said, snatching one last cookie before heading off to his room.
“Come on, bubs,” you ushered your boyfriend forward, grabbing his hand as he picked up the plate of cookies, “Let’s go watch Netflix.”
“But I only got one cookie!” Shawn whined from behind the two of you.
“You can get them once we’re done,” you called out before shutting Peter’s door, “if there’s any left.” Peter laughed from behind you, loving the relationship you had with his brothers. Honestly, he didn’t know what he would do if you didn’t get along with them, his brothers were his world and their opinion mattered to him more than anyone else’s. But now that you were so prominently in his life, he could easily say that your opinion was on that same level, if not higher than that of his brothers.
“Hey angel?” he asked nervously, playing with the strings on the hood of his sweatshirt.
“Yeah, bubs?”
“Are you doing anything tomorrow morning?”
“I don’t think so, why?”
“Do you maybe want to stay the night?” You had stayed the night a handful of times, probably more than you should for the length of your relationship, and everytime the two of you woke up with the most content smiles on your faces, wanting nothing more than to just stay that way for the rest of the day.
“Of course, Pete, as long as I get to steal one of your sweatshirts to sleep in,” you told him, walking over to him and replacing his hands with yours on his hoodie strings. His hands found their way to your hips, rubbing in gentle circles to calm the racing heart he always had around you.
“I’ll give you all of my sweatshirts, you look better in them anyways.”
“Shut up,” you mumbled, giving him a soft kiss, “I’ve never met a man that looks more cuddly in a sweatshirt than you do. You’re my teddy bear, bubs.” A wide smile formed on Peter’s face and he leaned in to kiss your lips one more time before he was opening the drawer to his sweatshirts. He handed you the one he knew was always your favorite, grabbing his own set of flannel pants and a shirt to sleep in. He turned around to let you change in privacy while he did the same, even though the two of you had seen each other in much more intimate situations prior to this. No matter how many times you told him he didn’t have to turn around, he always claimed he just wanted to respect you and didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable in any way, shape, or form.
“All done, bubs, come cuddle.” You opened your arms to him from where you were laying in his bed and a large smile found its way to his face as he launched himself into your arms. Giggling at your adorable boyfriend, you adjusted so he could lay under the covers with his arms wrapped around your body. You turned the tv on, scrolling through random romcoms on Netflix while Peter munched on a cookie beside you. One of the things you loved about Peter was how much he loved romcoms, always falling in love with the romantic content as much as you.
Halfway through the movie and you swore the two of you had eaten enough cookies to keep you full for a week, while saving one for Shawn of course. Somewhere in the midst of things, Peter’s head found its way to its beloved spot on your chest and your fingers immediately began massaging through the curls on his head. “You smell different, Pete. Did you change shampoo or cologne or something?” You couldn’t put your finger on it, but the more kisses you left on his curls, the more you felt something was different. He dug his head into your (his) sweatshirt, mumbling something incoherent while trying to hide his rosy red cheeks. “What are you trying to say? I can’t hear you while you’re eating my sweatshirt,” you teased, watching as his red face lifted up to meet yours.
“It’s yours,” he mumbled again, shoving his face back into your chest. You leaned down again, taking a sniff of his hair and finding it to resemble your typical scent right away.
“Why are you using my shampoo, bubs?”
He sighed, turning his head so you could hear him better, “Cause you left one of your bottles here last time you used it and I don’t know, just missed you a lot and you always smell so good.”
“Oh yeah, what do I smell like?”
“Home.” He answered with such sincerity that you knew this was something he had thought about for a long time. Your heart burst, love pouring out of you in such ways that you almost felt like crying happy tears right there on the spot.
“I, um, I have a candle that I keep next to my bed because I think it smells like your cologne. And it calms me down when I’ve had a bad day and I can’t come see you,” you confessed, hands coming back to his hair.
“You can always come see me, angel. Love having you around.”
You smiled to yourself when you heard his speech becoming more slurred, sleep overcoming him, “I love you, Pete.”
“I love you too, angel. My beautiful, beautiful angel.” He left feather-like kisses over your sweatshirt-clad chest, snuggling deeper into your warmth as his breathing began to even out. You reached over to turn off the tv, feeling safer than you’ve ever felt with your big, cuddly teddy bear in your arms.
Summary: You and Peter have been best friends for years and one day you wake up to realize you’ve fallen for him. When he finds out you’ve never been kissed, he decides to offer himself up as practice. One thing leads to another and well, maybe you’re meant to be more than friends. [friends to lovers] [first kiss]
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No one tells you that falling in love with your best friend is the most terrifying feeling and simultaneously the best and most freeing relief. You don't know when it happened, what changed in you. You don't know why it happened. There is no pin pointing the moment you realized that your best friend Peter is the only person you want to share your life with. There wasn't a dynamic shift, a romantic gesture, a heart felt confession of love. Nothing. One day you woke up and met him at the end of the block to catch your bus to the college campus and your heart did a little flip flop when you saw him.
Perhaps you had been dreaming that night and you don't remember. That was your initial explanation for your new found feelings. You know, those temporary feelings that come with a dream about someone. It has happened before, not with Peter, but with other friends, crushes, random strangers you met in classes. But the feelings never went away, they became more insistent and every touch, every joke, every gesture became more than just a friendly feeling. They became soul crushing, heart clenching emotional moments that you replayed in your head every night before sleeping.
So here you are, three months later, walking up to Peter's house with your friend Haley. It's been hell, living with this secret and you've only told Haley about it. You're here for a party that Peter's brothers are throwing. They are going to the college hockey championships. It's a big deal around here. You brought Haley since she is absolutely gaga for Raul and she's been begging you to get her in with him since his last break up. She will be a good fit, and a far better girlfriend than any of the other girls Raul has dated. That is, if Haley can hit it off with him.
The moment you get in the front door the house is packed with people. Wall to wall partying. You part from Haley as she wanders into the kitchen and you head up the stairs. You know just where Peter's room is, you've only been here a couple thousand times since you were thirteen. Up the stairs, to the right, across the guest room and up the stairs in the closet to Peter's room in the attic. Could he have the guest room as his bedroom? Sure. But where's the fun in that? The attic is bigger and way more private.
You push open the door at the top of the stairs and you're hit with a gust of cold air. Typical. The balcony doors on the far side of the room don't latch properly because the frame broke years ago. He's gotten used to the freezing cold room in the winter, it's nothing new. He has a heater, a desk top thing he got online but it doesn't do much.
"You're here!" Peter cheers and gets up from his desk, discarding his console controller on the seat. "I've been wondering when you'd show up."
"Sorry, I was late because Haley was getting ready." You sigh softly. "She really wants to hit it off with Raul."
Peter chuckles. "Is she pretty?"
"Yeah of course. It's Haley. You remember? Blonde, short, great clothes."
"Oh! Yeah. She's going to school for fashion design right? Yeah she's cute, way nicer than his last girlfriend. Raul will probably like her. Did you introduce them?"
"No, I ditched her and came up here. She knows how to flirt."
Peter laughs. "You're so mean."
You shrug. "I don't like parties and I'm not playing matchmaker."
"I know." He puts his arm around your shoulders and walks you to the massive beanbag chair at the end of his bed. "I have my own bottle of whiskey. We can have our own party. Its even the apple kind."
You sink down into the soft beanbag and he drops next to you, reaching for said bottle on the bookshelf beside it. You haven't drank together since the feelings started, and you know it's a bad idea to start.
"You want to play never have I ever?"
"Uh, sure. But I know basically everything about you?"
"Not everything."
"Yeah okay." You laugh and he puts his legs over yours. "Alright, never have I ever accidentally stolen something."
Peter takes a drink from the bottle and grimaces. "That's not fair. You know it haunts me."
You smirk. "Well, I told you I know everything."
"Alright fine. Never have I ever had a first kiss." He drinks and passes the bottle to you.
You don't take a drink and pick at the hem of your shirt. This has taken a sharp turn very quickly.
"Wait, what, for real?"
You shake your head. "I've never been kissed."
"What?"
"You heard me."
Peter takes the bottle from between you and sets it aside on the floor. "How? Why?"
"It just hasn't happened."
"But you've had a boyfriend?"
You shake your head. "Never had that either. I just don't like getting close to people. I thought you knew this?"
"So you don't know how to kiss?"
"I know how! I just haven't done it yet. It's not that weird okay?"
Peter leans forward to look at you. "Do you wanna know what it's like?"
"Yeah, one day I guess."
"I mean, I could be your first kiss. I'm someone you trust and I'm not going to judge you if it's bad."
Your heart stops, a cold sick feeling grips your stomach. Does he know about your feelings? No, he's just trying to be nice. He wants you to be comfortable. He doesn't know. He can't. You're going to have to play this off. "I don't know. We're friends, what if it's weird?"
Peter repositions himself so he is sitting in front of you. "Never have I ever wanted to kiss my best friend." He takes a drink and hands you the bottle.
You roll your eyes, stomach aching. "That's not fair."
"Drink."
"I don't-"
"I know okay? Shawn told me. He said he overheard you talking about me with someone. I know you have a crush on me."
"What?! Shawn doesn't know anything!" You shove the bottle at Peter and get up. "I can't- you just believe him?!"
"Why are you getting so defensive?"
"Because! It's not- I don't- I'm scared okay?!" You ball your fists in your hoodie pocket and stare down at the floor.
Peter shifts and stands up, you see his sock covered feet in front of yours. "Can I talk now?"
"Yeah, sorry." You mumble.
He puts his hands out in front of him, palms up for you to grab them. "Hold my hands."
You do as he says and he closes his fingers around yours.
"It's okay that you have a crush on me. We've been close for years now. I know you have a hard time opening up to people and that's why you don't date. It's normal that you'd develop feelings for me since I'm someone you trust and you're comfortable with."
"But you don't like me like that."
"Actually," he chuckles and squeezes your hands. "I do. I'm sorry I brought it up like this, that wasn't fair."
"It's okay."
"Look at me, please?"
You look up and he leans in and kisses you quickly. Just a small press of lips before you can fully register that it happened. Your body reacts nonetheless. Heart pounding, a cold sweat on your neck. It feels like a dream but more like a nightmare.
"You okay?"
"I think I'm going to puke."
"Oh." Peter steps back and grabs his trash can, holding it up for you. "That's not reassuring."
"No. It's not you. It's me. I'm freaking out."
Peter sets the can down and wraps his arms around you as you start to shake. "It's fine, everything is fine. Take a deep breath."
"Peter no!" You feel it happening and then it comes up onto Peter's chest, not quite throw up but still gross like bile. "No no no."
Peter steps back and sighs shakily. "This isn't the worst thing." He pulls his hoodie off and tosses it aside into the hamper. "It's fine, don't worry. It's fine."
You sit down on the bed and cover your face. "It's not fine. I just upchucked on you!"
"You did and it's fine." Peter hands you a water bottle from somewhere and sets the can by your feet. "I'm washable and so are the clothes."
"I'm so sorry."
"Why? Because your body reacted? I've done worse." He sits down on the floor across from you and stretches his legs out. "Maybe if we keep talking it'll get easier."
"Or I'll puke more."
He bumps his foot against yours and strokes it over your ankle comfortingly. "Are you scared we can't be friends? Or are you upset about something else?"
"I guess I've never been in this situation and I'm scared we won't work out if we go for more than friends. I don't want to ruin my friendship with you. You're my best friend, I can't lose you."
"That's okay. We don't have to do anything you don't want to. Just because we have feelings doesn't mean we have to act on them."
"I know but...we... everything is messed up now. I'd rather go back to suffering in silence." You take a big drink and rinse your mouth out.
Peter pushes up off the floor and kicks the trash can aside. He crawls on the bed behind you and pulls you back against him. "Let's just start slow. We'll test the boundaries and figure out if we really want each other."
You tuck your feet against his and he pulls the blanket from behind him over the both of you. "Cuddling?"
"Mmmhmm. The most basic form of affection."
"I don't know about that." You grab his hand on your chest and put your fingers through his. "I feel like there are more basic things."
"Oh shh." Peter chuckles and presses his nose against your hair. "Can I confess something now?"
"Yeah."
"I've wanted to be more than friends for over a year now. So, you're not alone in feeling conflicted about everything."
You turn in his hold and face him. His arm falls on the bed between you. "Really?"
"Mmmhmm."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Why didn't you tell me?" He laughs.
You reach up and touch his nose. It's so cute when he laughs and it crinkles up. "I was scared."
"So was I."
"Do you think we should be together?"
"Yeah. I think knowing everything about each other and yet we still have these feelings means something. I think it's special. You can't hurry love and we definitely haven't done that."
You nod. "Can I kiss you? I want to try."
Peter nods.
You take in a deep shaky breath and scoot closer. "Close your eyes."
He does as you say.
You press your lips against his and he doesn't react. It's just lips on lips.
"Can I kiss you back?" Peter mutters.
"Uh-huh."
Peter slides his hand into your hair and cups the back of your head. Suddenly it's not just an awkward lips on lips situation, it's a real kiss coming from your real best friend. He licks against your lip and you freeze. "It's okay," he says into your mouth. "We can stop, just say when."
"Stop."
Peter pulls back and looks at you, a smile spreading across his face. "How was your first kiss?"
You lick your lip and feel a flush rising up your neck. "Good. You're...you're pretty good."
"Are you sure? Maybe I'm really really horrible but you have nothing to compare to." He teases and you shove him.
"Peter! That's not funny!"
He cackles and gathers you into his arms. "Okay okay. I promise I won't tease you about it. I'm glad it wasn't bad."
You tuck your face into his shoulder and wrap your arms around his back. He smells good, like laundry and body wash. "I'm not so scared now."
"Good." He rubs his hand up your back and plays with your hair. "I'm not going to let you feel unsafe. I promise, I'll be everything you need."
"Pinky promise?"
Peter laughs softly and hooks his pinky with yours. "Pinky promise."
End
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“I choose…Peter.” Y/N watched as Shawn’s face fell and he sent his brother a look of despise before walking back into the house, sending Y/N one last longing glance.
Peter looked at Y/N, smiling and hopeful. “Thank you for choosing me.”
“Of course, how was I going to choose him? He hurt me over and over again.” Peter nodded his head. “Look, the kiss meant nothing to me. It was just a bunch of pent up feelings coming out. I used to have feelings for Shawn and I think that was just my way of finding closure in those feelings. I truly feel nothing for him.”
Peter caressed her cheek and planted a feathery kiss on her lips. “I love you. We’re going to make this work. Screw my parents! I’ll convince them to let you use the jet. And I‘ll visit you as often as I can.”
Y/N smiled at his words, kissing him one more time. And in that moment, she knew that everything would work out perfectly.
It wasn’t totally your intention to tell his whole family and your parents, but with the situation it was inevitable.
**
// 3 Hours Earlier //
You were headed to the DMV, excited about why you were going. Sure it meant a lot of paperwork, but in the end it would make everything officially Mendes. Your ID, your passport, the likes of things Peter requires you have so he can whisk you away whenever he feels the need too.
It was such a nice day outside, it was a bit chilly, but the sun was out and there weren’t that many clouds in the sky blocking out the gorgeous blue.
Everything stopped. There was sudden white noise ringing in your ears. The ringing was loud, and disorienting. Everything was blurry and it took forever for your eyes to focus. Blinking helped but also made it worse.
“Mrs. Mendes!”
You wanted to tell Bailey to stop yelling so much. When did you have a headache? Why hadn’t you noticed it before you left the house? You're so good about keeping your headaches in check.
“Mrs. Mendes!”
Bailey was waving his hands in front of you, and your eyes physically widened when you noticed the blood trailing down the side of his face from his forehead.
“Ba-” You coughed, reaching out for him. Your body ached, everything felt like it was being weighed down. In slow motion almost, like you were running through water.
You flinch when someone grabs your head, holding it still. Something was then strapped over your body. You could hear someone crying, repeatedly saying sorry, and again Bailey called your name.
What in the hell was going on right now?
“Mrs. Mendes?” A soft feminine voice called.
It was bright, white bright. But the noise stopped, and the throbbing in your head had you wincing.
“Mrs. Mendes can you hear me?”
You nodded slowly, trying to ease your head out of the dull throb.
“Good that’s good. Does your head hurt?”
“Yes.” You hiss, trying to reach for your head, stopping short when your arm hits the strap they’ve fastened around your arms.
“Okay, they’ll take a look at that when we get to the hospital.”
“Hospital?” You stare at her, taking in her soft features. She’s got gorgeous brown hair, hazel eyes, and a freckle on her left cheek.
“Do you remember what happened?” She asks softly, applying more pressure to your leg. It was then that you noticed the sharp pain in your leg.
“No. It was so nice out, we were headed to the DMV.”
“Mrs. Mendes, the car driving you was hit by a truck that ran a red light. The truck hit your side directly, and we had to cut you out of the car.”
You stare at her in horror, and look around, finally taking in your surroundings.
“You’re in an ambulance with me and my partner Dean, we’re taking you to the hospital.”
“Bailey? Where’s Bailey?”
“Is Bailey your husband?”
“No he’s my husband's driver.”
“The man with you is fine, and being checked up at the scene. We need his statement for the accident.”
“Peter?” You look at her. Her eyes snap to you and she raises an eyebrow.
“Who’s Peter?”
“My husband, where is he? Is he coming?”
“The man you were with told me to tell Peter as soon as possible, I’ll contact him when we get you checked in.”
**
“Mr. Mendes office, this is Stan, how may I direct your call?”
“I need to speak with Peter Mendes please.”
“May I ask who’s calling?”
“This is Sarah Paulsen, EMT, with truck 6, I need to speak to Peter Mendes regarding his wife Y/n Mendes.”
Stan just about drops the phone. “Let me transfer you.”
He transfers the call, then proceeds to storm Peter’s office. Peter looks up with a hard glare at the disturbance. He’s in the middle of a meeting with a potential client, one that’s really on the fence.
“Stan!” Peter stands up, hands going to his hips. “Someone best be dead.”
Stan gulps, tears stinging his eyes. “Don’t say that Sir.”
“Stan,” Peter warns.
“Line one, Sarah Paulsen needs to speak to you.”
“Who is Sarah Paulsen?”
“She’s an EMT, needs to speak to you about Y/n.”
His whole world crumbles. He physically feels the blood drain down to his feet. He looks at the phone, at that damn blinking light. His client looks up in worry, and watches as Peter sinks into his chair and grabs the phone with a shaking hand.
“Peter Mendes.” He answers.
“Hello Peter Mendes, I’m Sarah Paulsen an EMT with truck 6. I’m calling to inform you that your wife Y/n Mendes was in an accident this morning.”
“Oh my god.”
“She’s conscious, and asking for you.”
“Where is she?” He stands, snapping at Stan then pointing to his keys on the hook by his door.
“Sacred Heart Medical.”
“Thank you.” He slams the phone back on the cradle and sprints out the door, snagging his keys from Stan on his way out.
**
His office is a solid hour away from the hospital. He curses lunch hour traffic as he weaves in and out of lanes. His dash lights up with a call from his mother as he stops at yet another red light.
“Mom?” He croaks out.
“Oh Pete,” She sighs.
“What?” He barks.
“She’s okay.”
“Fuck Mom! Don’t do that.” He breathes easy.
“Don’t you curse at me Peter Manuel.”
“You just went ‘Oh Pete’ the same way you did when Papa passed when I was 10. You scared me. Don’t do that.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. You just sound so afraid.”
“I’m sorry for cursing.” He mumbles. “She’s okay?”
“She’s getting a CT to check for brain bleeds, but they’re not worried about them.”
“If they’re not worried about it, then why are they checking?”
The cackles and suddenly it’s quiet around his mother. “Bailey requested them.”
He sighs, foot on the gas as he revs into the parking garage. “It’s not his fault.”
He’s already been told the story, Raul was on his way out the door from suffering a cut during his shift when he heard her name in the ER. He called when they were transferring her up into a room. Told Peter everything he knew.
Bailey accelerated at a green when a dark green toyota truck blew through a red and hit the back passenger door. Right where you had been sitting.
“He’s scared Honey, he was driving.”
“Hold on Mom, I’ve gotta park, I’ll be up in minutes.”
**
The sight of him is the sight of a desperate man. He’s still in his work clothes, light blue button up, black suit slacks, dark blue tie. His dress shoes slip on the tile as he runs down hallways towards your room.
When he made it to the check in counter in front of the waiting room he was stopped by a security guard. “Name and room number.”
“Y/n, 2307.” He pants, trying to catch his breath.
“Your name?” The guard looks up.
“Peter.”
The man blinks at him twice before looking back at the screen and slowly clicks the mouse.
“Listen dude,” Peter leans forward. “My wife was in a car accident and she’s back behind those doors so you’re going to open them with your keys and you’re gonna let me through.”
“Wife?” His mother stands, followed by his brothers.
“I don’t have time for this, take me to my wife!” He slams his hand on the counter.
The door opens and your mom walks out, “Oh Peter, thank god. She won’t stop asking for you.”
“Where is she? Is she okay?” He follows your mother, ignoring the calls from the security guard telling him he can’t go back there without a tag.
He just about falls through the door of your room when he pushes the door open. His whole heart shatters at the sight of you. You’re laid up in bed, cast over your left foot, bandage on your forehead, bruising running along the length of your left cheek.
“Baby.” He sighs, walking to your bed.
“Peter.” You cry, reaching out for him.
“I’m here Baby.” He sits at the edge of your bed, hugging you close to his chest, being careful not to put too much pressure on you.
“I was so scared.”
“I’m so sorry it took me so long to get here. Fucking traffic slowed me up.”
“It’s okay.”
“Are you okay?” He asks, pulling back to inspect you again.
“Yeah, they just took a CT of my head. They said they didn’t need to but someone urged them to do it just in case, I thought it was you.”
“No,” Peter shakes his head. “Although it would’ve been if I’d been here. But Bailey requested it.”
“Peter you can’t fire him!” You whine as you look up at him. “It wasn’t his fault, the poor man is beating himself up. I overheard him tell your father that he was ready to hand in his keys when you arrived.”
“He won’t be doing such a thing. I can not believe that’s what you're worried about right now. That I’m gonna fire him.”
“He was in the accident too Peter. He’s just as scraped up as I am.”
“He’ll get medical leave, but he’ll be back when he’s healed.”
**
After the read of your scans and some pain meds for your leg it’s been settled that you’ll go home tomorrow. Peter’s laying with you on the bed, holding you close as you snuggle into his chest.
“Feeling okay?” He asks, kissing the top of your head.
“Yeah.”
“Good enough for my family to come in?”
“They’re still out there?” You ask, sitting up, but being pulled back into his chest.
“They wanted to see you before they left.”
“Bring them in.”
He presses a few things on his phone and then there’s a quiet knock on the door followed by Karen and Manny poking, Shawn, Raul and Aaliyah shuffling in behind their parents.
“Hey Fighter, how are you doing?” Manny asks, standing at the foot of your bed.
“Better since they finally gave me some ibuprofen.”
They all chuckle and find places to take a seat next to your bed.
“I hate to do this when you’re in here, but does someone want to tell me what the hell you meant when you said Wife this afternoon?” Karen gives a pointed look to Peter.
He sighs, hiding his face in your hair. You giggle, looking up at him. He suffered telling your parents, guess it's your turn to tell his family.
“We got married a month ago.”
“Peter Manuel-”
“No,” He looks to his mom. “You used my middle name earlier, you don’t get to use it twice.”
“Like hell I can’t. What do you mean you got married?”
“We’re still doing the big wedding we’re planning.” You tell Karen, getting her to look at you. “We just, we just couldn’t wait that long to actually be married. So we had our own wedding, the intimate one for just us that we’ve always talked about.”
“Then what’s the point of the one we’re planning?” She asks.
“Because I still want my dad to walk me down the aisle. I still want Aaliyah to be a bridesmaid, and we still want to promise ourselves to each other in front of all of you. We just wanted to have our own first.”
You explain it all, telling them how Peter planned it. How it was a dream come true and showed you how you truly wanted one with everyone else too. By the end of the conversation Peter was more in love with you then he has ever been before, and his mother was talked down from her rage.
When they left the room for the night, leaving the two of you alone for the first time since morning, Peter kissed you fiercely.
“I love you so much.”
You grin, “I love you too.”
“I mean, fuck, you’re in a hospital bed and you’re still protecting me.”
“She wasn’t about to beraid you for marrying me when she didn’t fully understand it all.” You shrug, snuggling deeper into his chest.
“You scared me today Mrs. Mendes.” He whispers, hitting the button on your remote to turn the lights down.
“I was scared too.” You respond sorely. “I just remember it being so nice out, and thinking that I could not be happier with my life, and the next I know I’m in an ambulance.”
Peter shuts his eyes, hiding himself in your hair and breathing in your scent deeply.
“I didn’t like getting call saying you were here. I mean I think I totally lost my shit when Stan walked in the office almost crying.”
“Stan was crying?”
“He was scared too. You mean so much to mean and to everyone in my life. Today was a scary day.”
“I’m okay.”
“I know, but the thought of you not being with me anymore, is the most scary thought I think I could ever have.”
“Stop.” You lean up, wiping at the lone tear that dropped to his cheek.
“I love you Y/n Mendes, please don’t scare me like that again.” He whispered, blinking the tears from his eyes.
