As Peter went to pack, she drifted slowly to the kitchen to grab her phone, perching on a stool for a minute. She was happier when he was around. She hated to go to work because she had to spend eight hours not with him. She didn't even care that they were possibly unhealthily co-dependent. Peter knew what she was going through, enough that she didn't have to talk to him to get her feelings out. He was her best friend.
God, she wanted a child so badly and she knew he did too, but was just incapable of giving that to him. Part of her did know, that it was probably a one in a million chance. She knew, but what could she say? Peter would blame himself for something he had no control over.
After a moment she left the kitchen and went up the stairs, walking straight into their bedroom. She didn't say a word, just threw her arms around Peter's neck, burying her face against his shoulder, crying.
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As Peter went to pack, she drifted slowly to the kitchen to grab her phone, perching on a stool for a minute. She was happier when he was around. She hated to go to work because she had to spend eight hours not with him. She didn't even care that they were possibly unhealthily co-dependent. Peter knew what she was going through, enough that she didn't have to talk to him to get her feelings out. He was her best friend.
God, she wanted a child so badly and she knew he did too, but was just incapable of giving that to him. Part of her did know, that it was probably a one in a million chance. She knew, but what could she say? Peter would blame himself for something he had no control over.
After a moment she left the kitchen and went up the stairs, walking straight into their bedroom. She didn't say a word, just threw her arms around Peter's neck, burying her face against his shoulder, crying.