TW: mentions of trauma, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of death, mentions of depression, mentions of mental health issues.

Peter unlocked my apartment door, my hands tightly wrapping my cardigan around my broken body as he let us into the apartment.

"The doctor said that you need to take it easy for the next few days, so go and sit on the sofa, and I'll get you a drink." Peter nodded.

"Peter, seriously, I'm fine-."

"No, Y/N, you're not. You almost died three days ago, so you better believe that I'm making you follow the doctor's orders. We lost MJ, we lost the baby, I'm not losing you too." He scoffed and shook his head. I bit my lip harshly and tried not to cry, making Peter sigh and look down.

"I'm sorry, baby. Just, please, for me, sit down." He nodded. I gulped and subtly wiped away the tear that had fallen as I moved to the sofa and sat down whilst Peter got me a drink. I watched him as he grabbed a glass and filled it with water, my poor boyfriend looking almost as torn down as when I'd first contacted him again. He had really wanted our baby, and it broke my heart beyond repair that I hadn't been able to give him that. Even if that hadn't been my fault.

"Here you go, angel." He mumbled as he handed me the glass.

"Thanks, Pete." I nodded as he sat down next to me. I took a small sip to appease him before putting the glass down on the coffee table, a sombre silence filling the room as we thought about what had happened in the last two weeks.

"Pete, I...I don't want to fight, especially not after what we've just gone through, but I just need to know something." I gulped as I looked at him.

"Shoot." He nodded. My eyes wavered.

"When we fought about MJ, did you mean what you said? That I hadn't been enough for you to stick around? Did you mean it?" I choked. His face dropped at my words, a sigh leaving his lips as he looked down. But then he nodded and turned his body to face me as he took my hands into his, making my eyes widen slightly and my heart speed up in anticipation of what he was going to say.

"I won't lie to you, Y/N. Yes, I meant it. Of course I loved you back then, you meant the world to me, but I needed more of a reason to stay than just my best friend. So, yes, I meant it. You weren't enough for me then. But now, you are. Now, you're everything to me." He nodded as he stared into my eyes with his gorgeous chocolate ones. I bit my lip, more tears spilling down my face at his words.

"I've spent far too much of my fucking life looking back on events that I can't change, punishing myself over and over again for things that I can no longer touch, no matter how hard I fucking try. But having that fight with you, discovering that you were pregnant even if you didn't want to be, that made me start to look ahead for the first time in a long time. It made me look ahead to when I'll inevitably propose to you, because how else am I supposed to thank you for pulling me out of that hole and giving me all of the love that you can give? It made me look ahead to how fucking happy I'll be when I finally see you walking down the aisle in a dress that makes you look like the most beautiful woman on the planet. It made me look ahead to the children that we try for, the children that we love, the children that we protect and cherish every day. It made me look ahead to every single morning, and how the mundane process of just waking up will be incredible simply because I'll have my arm wrapped around you. Us fighting made me look forward to all of that, and all I knew was that I couldn't wait for any of it. It would all happen tomorrow if I could make it. So, yes, I meant it. When MJ first died, you weren't enough to make me stay. But now, you're more than enough. Half of you would be all that I needed to make me stay. I am so very deeply in love with you, and I'm falling more every day, but that's okay because I don't want to stop. You're my everything, I would be so fucking lost in this world without you. So, yes, back then, I meant that. But here, now, in the present, in the only time that we can do anything about, I don't mean it, because you're my everything, baby. You are my one." He nodded. Tears streamed down both of our faces, my mouth hanging open at his words. For the first time since I'd found out that I was pregnant, my heart felt nothing but happiness. I looked at Peter and didn't see someone who was broken or was fucked up or who needed saving. I saw someone who loved the bones of me, who cherished every inch of my skin and every fibre of my being. I saw someone who was equally as in love with me as I was with them. And that made this all worth it.

"Peter...I don't even know what to say, that...that was beautiful." I choked and shook my head. He sighed and gave me a small smile as he cupped my cheek with his hand.

"I meant every single word, angel. Look, I don't regret saying what I did in that fight. You had a right to know why I left, why I couldn't stick to the promise that we made each other. That was also needed for you to know that everything has changed. A single hair on your beautiful little head is enough for me to stay now. Nothing in this world would make me leave you now." He whispered and shook his head as his gaze flicked between my eyes and my lips. I bit my lip, my heart so full of love for the boy in front of me as I let my brain absorb every last word, as well as the amazing feelings that they were soaked in. Feelings that I hadn't properly experienced in a long time.

"I feel the same about you, Peter. God, I love you so fucking much." I choked and shook my head before leaning in and smashing our lips together. He returned it immediately, our eyes fluttering shut and my hand raising to hold his face as his hand also cupped my cheek. I broke the kiss and joined our foreheads, my eyes fluttering open to see that Peter's gorgeous chocolate orbs were already on me.

"I love you too, baby. And believe me when I say that I can't live without you. You're my everything." He whispered and shook his head.

"I believe you, Peter. I believe you because you're my everything too." I replied equally as quietly. He gave me another small smile, making me return it as he leant in and kissed me again.