#ceo peter

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. 

Having the flu ruins that, because what man wants his Kitten when she's holding back her lunch contents?

Sitting in your car on the way home Peter calls, his smooth voice filling your car. 

“Hey Baby I had a late meeting, I’m not gonna have enough time to meet you at home. So I’ll have Bailey drive you to dinner and I’ll just meet you there okay?”

“Pet-”

“Wear the blue dress, it’ll match the tie I’m wearing tonight.” 

With that the line cut and you sighed, you’ll just have to fight through the fever you were absolutely sure you were spiking. 

**

After popping a few headache painkillers, breathing through the fifth wave of nausea and taking a cold shower to fight off the heat you were sweating through you finally made it to the dinner, a little late. 

You walked in and smiled at the crowd that greeted you by the door. The second you stepped into the dining room you had to hold your breath. The scent of dinner had your stomach bubbling in a bad way and the heat of the room had you feeling slightly dizzy. 

The girls got to you first, demanding to see your ring and wanting to talk about wedding plans, not even giving you a second to really greet them. You were struggling, majorly, and no one cared to notice. 

Well, except the man in the corner of the room. He knew you better than you knew yourself. He was awaiting your arrival, and the air changed for him when you walked in the door. It’s like his energy changes when you're near. He figured he’d hang back a minute, let the girls have their fun with you, but when he caught sight of your pale demeanor and fake pained smile he set his drink down and be-lined straight for you. 

“Ladies,” His smooth voice cut through the high pitched gossiping. They parted and stared at the two of you curiously. “May I steal my girl?” He grinned, showing off a cool approach when he was really shaking on the inside, nervous as to why you looked so, off?

He held his hand out for you, and you slipped your clammy one into his. He looked down at your intertwined hands, brows furrowing at the feel of yours. He tugged you closer, taking you off to the side of the room. You didn’t say anything, just looked at his chest for a moment, allowing yourself to settle before you hurled all over his expensive suit. 

“Honey?” 

You didn’t respond, just looked up with glassy eyes. His softened at your stare and his worried gaze inspected your face. He leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead and he pulled back in shock at the heat radiating off of you. 

“You’re running a fever.” He gasped, looking around to signal Bailey for the car. “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?” He started to move, rushing around you to grab your coat and purse that you don’t remember setting down at his table. 

“Peter.” He grabbed his bicep. 

“What Sweetheart?” 

“I need you to stop moving.” You gulped. Clinging to his arm. 

“What’s the matter?” He hushed his voice, dipping his head into your ear. 

“I’m trying not to get sick all over your suit, please stop moving for a moment.” You hissed through clenched teeth.

“Oh Baby.” He whipped his phone out, clicking it once and pressing it to his ear. “Where are you?” He spit, and then looked down at you. “Pull back around.” He shook his head, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “No, she’s sick. We’re leaving.” He sighed and dropped his head. “Call me next time.” 

With that he hangs up his phone and stuffs it back in his pocket. “Okay, I’m okay.” You nod looking up at him.

“We’re leaving, Bailey’s pulling back around. He didn’t even get to park yet.” 

“What? No, Peter we have-”

“You’re sick,” He chuckles, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “You come first, you know that. We’re going home, you’re gonna take a bath, and we’re gonna rest for the night. Tell me what hurts?” 

“My stomach,” You sigh. “I’ve been trying not to throw up all day.” 

“Baby,” He looks into your eyes. You know what he’s trying to say without having to say it.

“No,” You shake your head. “I’m not, it’s the flu. It’s been going around work, I just got done.” You gave him a look, reminding him that your period just ended. 

He sighs, looking down, “Okay well then you need fluids and rest. Let’s go, are you okay to walk outside?” 

**

He brushes a hand from your forehead, checking your fever, as you stir. You look at him in a panic, not remembering getting home. 

“Calm down Baby.” He whispers, smiling softly at you. “We’re home, you’re safe. I’ve got you.” 

“What happened?” You croak, looking at him with eyes. 

“You fell asleep on my lap during the drive home. I carried you in and helped you get ready for bed, then tucked you in.” 

“Oh,” You took note of your body, feeling your favorite sleep shorts brushing your thighs, and his NASA shirt adorning your torso. “Thanks for taking care of me.” 

“Of course, Wife.” He grins, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Care to explain why I found you the way I did? We should have never gone.”

“I wanted to push through for you.” You look at him from under your lashes.

“And pushing through had nothing to do with the way I found the house this evening when we arrived?” 

You think back and then balk in panic. You’d left a bottle of wine in the fridge, glasses and rose petals in the kitchen, candles and slow sultry music in the bedroom. You planned to seduce your husband when you got home. 

You hide in embarrassment, covering your face with the duvet. 

“Hey,” He pulls at the cover, “Don’t hide from me.” He tsks, cupping your face with his hands. “You had plans tonight?” 

“I wanted to go back to being us.” You whisper.

“When have we not been us?” He asks, eyes squinting. “I was under the impression that we are as good as we’ve ever been.” 

“We are!” You argue, sitting up. 

“Hey, take it easy.” He whines, hands moving to slow you down. Ready to reach for a bucket if you needed it. Instead you steadied yourself by breathing deeply, and when you opened your eyes he was holding a glass of water for you. “Small sips, and in a minute you’ll have some dry toast.” 

“Okay.” 

“Back to that conversation, do you feel we’re not strong?” 

“Of course not, we’re stronger than ever.” 

“Then?” He raises an eyebrow.

“But I’m Baby.” You sigh.

“Yes.” He nods. 

“Not Kitty.” 

He rears back as if you slapped him. “Oh.” 

“I’m sorry, I am. I love us, and I love you. I love where we are, and how we’ve grown. I love that we’re married, but just because we’re married doesn’t mean we have to be boring.” 

“Boring?” His mouth curls up in a teasing grin. “You think our sex life is boring? Do I bore you Mrs.Mendes?” 

You smack his shoulder and grin at him. “I think you know the answer to that question.” 

“Do I? Do you fak-”

“Shut up Peter.” You shove him, giggling softly. “Of course not, I don’t think I could, I mean one you can read me like a book. Two, there’s no need, my husband knows how to provide for a girl.” 

“A girl? No.” He shakes his head, leaning closer, next to your ear. “My wife? Most definitely.” 

“I just, I don’t want you to miss anything we had before.” 

“I promise you,” He threads his fingers with yours. “I love what we have, and where we are in our marriage.” 

“What if I miss it a little?” 

“You miss it?” 

“You just,” You sigh. “You seem reserved with me now. Like I’m fragile, can’t handle it the way I used to. I can, I’m still me.” 

“Baby.” He sighs, dropping his head. “I know you can, I know that. I just, I don’t want to be that way so much anymore. Trust me I love the kinky hot sex. I do totally, but I don’t really want to look back in 40 years and be like, oh yeah the day I got her pregnant with my first born she was ball gagged and bound to the bed.” 

You gasp at his words. “Pregnant?”

“We haven’t totally talked about it, but I thought when you stopped taking the pill and told me I didn’t need to use a condom we were lowkey trying?” 

“I don’t know, it was my way of saying we’re not trying but we’re not avoiding either.” 

“Mine too.” He nods, squeezing your hands. “I just, I want to make love with you.” 

You swoon at his words, sighing. “Now you make me seem like a sexcrazed bitch.” 

“Hey,” He furrows his brows. “Don’t speak of my wife like that please.” He reprimands. “I’m hearing you. So let’s compromise.” He grins, wiggling his eyebrows, scheming glint in his eyes. “For as much as we aren’t trying and not avoiding, we can play too okay?” 

“Okay.” 

“But Baby,” His voice drops. “While we play,” He sighs, “I want to wear a rubber.” 

You look at him and study his face. “If that’s what you want.” 

“I want you to be my Baby Mama, but it just doesn't feel good in my gut to do it that way. That’s fun and play, the down and dirty that brought us together. It’s not the love that kept us together.” 

“You’re too good for this world Peter Mendes.” 

“You’re too good for me Mrs.Mendes.” He responds, leaning over and grabbing the plate of toast he made you. “Small bites, need my Baby feeling better.” 

You smile at him, taking a small bite. “I love you, thank you for talking with me.” 

His patience was running thin though, and he reached forward, using his index finger to push the book down out of your line of sight.

“Uh!” You whined when your eyes locked with his. 

“Hi, I’m Peter.” He grinned. 

“Hi Peter.” You rolled your eyes.

“Oh Kitten, are you rolling your eyes?” He raised a brow.

“How may I help you Peter?” You ignored his comment, knowing how your eye rolling usually gets him in a certain mood. 

“We have another business party tomorrow night, I wanted to warn you.” 

“Okay.” You shrug.

“I have to fly out to LA tonight though.” He looked away afraid of your response.

“Peter it’s almost fucking 9:30, why do you need to fly out tonight?”

“I have a meeting at 5 am.” He looked back over to you. “It’s easier to fly in tonight and then fly home afterward.”

“Okay, then I guess I’ll go home.” You sat up, looking at him confused when he pushed you back by your shoulder. 

“No you won’t.” He shook his head. “I know you’re safe here, and that you’ll be taken care of if needed. Stay here tonight, you’re already in pajamas and in the middle of your ‘m’book’“ He mocked you. 

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” 

“Because it was just scheduled, lose the attitude.” He warned, giving you a pointed look.

“Promise to be back on time to take me? You know how I feel about these dinner parties.” 

“I promise Kitten, Shawn and Raul are traveling with me and this dinner party is a family organization. We’ll be back on time.” 

**

That was a big fucking lie.

His meeting was delayed, and then Shawn’s studio time ran over, resulting in the three of them missing their flights. Which meant that they were still in the air when you needed to leave for dinner, and transferring flights when you arrived. 

Peter was not in contact with you, seemingly only updating his security who then only gave you tidbits of information when you asked 5 times. 

You were upset, and then being ambushed at dinner by his parents and sister didn’t make matters better.

You loved the Mendes family, they only birthed and raised the man you were in love with. The issue is, Peter’s not in love with you. You’re a convenient business transaction that ends in his pleasure. So when moments came where you were surrounded by his family, you felt the need to lie so that they wouldn’t know what your relationship truly was.

It was heartbreaking for you. To be doing this at all, he obviously doesn’t want you in the ways you want him, but at this point you’d take anything he’s willing to offer. When it ended with his and your pleasure you were able to tell yourself that it meant more to him than you thought it actually did.

“So Y/n, it’s been almost two years now for you and Peter. Any thoughts or plans for the future?” Karen asked once the dinner plates were taken away.

You just about snorted your sip of wine out your nose. Of course you wanted a future with Peter, one much deeper than where he planned to fuck you that night.

“Um no, we haven’t talked about anything.” You muttered.

“Do you not want a future with Peter?” Manny piped up, confused by your answer.

“Of course I do, I’m just not sure he does.” You cringed as you said the words, knowing they were the wrong ones to say. 

“Of course he does!” Aaliyah offered. 

“Of course who does?” Peter asked, swiftly sliding into the chair next to yours, while Shawn and Raul sat to your left. 

“You want a future with Y/n don’t you Peter?” Karen asked, before taking a sip of her wine. 

You heard Peter’s slight gasp before his smooth response, “What’s a future without a present? That’s what I’m living in, whatever happens happens.” 

Not the answer you wanted to hear at all. You gave a tight lipped smile as his family nodded and agreed with his words. “Give me a moment.” You said standing and walking away from them. 

Needing a moment to breathe and evaluate everything. Maybe you were completely foolish to think that going along with what Peter wanted would someday end in what you wanted. It was painful, and never going to go your way, so why were you hurting yourself?

“Kitten?” 

You turned at his voice, looking at him with wide eyes and heavy breaths.

“Oh Kitten, I’m sorry if they freaked you out.” He took a few steps towards you. “They didn’t mean anything by it, you know how my mom is. We’re okay, just fine where were at. You’re doing great.” 

You stared at him in awe. He thought you were freaking out because of the thought of marriage or more. When in reality you were freaking out about not ever having that with Peter.

“You amaze me.” You muttered, walking away and heading for the coat check.

“Excuse me.” He whispered as he bumped into people chasing after you. He caught your elbow as you were handing the woman your ticket slip. “Where are you going?”

“I need space.” 

His eyes hardened and his blood boiled. “Listen I’m sorry they spoke about stuff like that. Don’t get scared off, don’t runaway, you know what we are.”

“I do, and it’s not the conversation that’s running me off, it’s what we are that is.” 

He pulled back as if you slapped him. 

“What?” He barely spoke out. 

“I want that Peter.” You took your coat from the lady and looked at him one last time. “I want a future, with you. I want it, and the fact that you don’t has me rethinking my life decisions right now. So I need some fucking space, away from you.” You brought your hand up to wipe at your cheek, catching a tear that was threatening to fall.

The man not only had the whole store catered for breakfast for you and your employee’s, he also had your office completely filled with dozens of bouquets of roses and sunflowers (your two most favorite flowers). 

But that’s not all. You kept finding little gifts everywhere. Opening your desk drawer to grab a notepad left you munching on a box of chocolates. Accepting the shipment for the day had you hugging a 6 ft teddy bear. 

You called him once the shipment guys left, leaving you alone in the back of the shop.

“Mrs. Mendes, Happy Valentine’s day!” Stan answers cheerfully. 

“Hi Stan! Happy Valentine’s day to you too!” 

“Thank you Mrs. Mendes.” 

“He busy right now?” You ask, chewing on your thumb nail. 

You hear some shuffling and a murmured voice. “He’s about to step into a meeting, he’s walking past me as we speak.” 

“My wife?” You hear in the background, and then suddenly his voice fills your ear. “Hi Baby.” 

“Hi Love.” You sigh, melting into your seat from the sound of his voice alone. “I don’t wanna keep you.” 

“Please do.” He responds.

“Bad meeting?” 

“A fire is about to go out.” He nods, using some code to tell you he’s about to fire someone. 

“Oh, well then call me after.” 

“Or better yet, I’ll pick you up after.” He quips. 

“Um,” 

“I got the rest of the day off.” He bribes. 

“Okay, when should I expect you.” You grin.

“Really? You can come?” 

“Baby, I’m the boss, I can leave if I want. I’ve just spent the week working for this place in a different state.” 

“It’s sexy when you say things like that.” You hear a gag and then Peter’s rough chuckle. “Fuck off Stan.” 

You smile and bite your lip, taking notice of how good of a mood he’s in. 

“Well? Am I ditching this place or what?” 

“Be ready in 30, this fire won’t take long.” 

“Okay, and Mr. Mendes?” 

“Yes?”

“You’re always sexy.” 

He chokes a bit and you giggle as you hang up your phone, strutting your stuff off to the sales floor to tell Micheal you’ll be leaving soon.

**

You start running a little when you see him leaning against his 2019 Porsche 911. He looks too good to be true, and he’s all yours.

“Baby!” He cheers, standing up straight to catch you as you jump into his arms. 

Your legs wrap around his waist, locking your ankles at the small of his back. His arms tighten as you bury your face in his neck, and he kisses your neck as he takes in a deep breath of your perfume. A plus from you working at a body shop, you always smell so good. 

“Fuckin’ missed you.” He mumbles against your skin. “Don’t ever leave me for that long again.” 

“I won’t, that was pure torture.” 

He walks you around to the passenger side of his car, tapping your bum a few times to get you to hop down. 

“Can I drive?” You grin at him, eyeing the car. 

“If you’re good maybe I’ll let you someday, but today I have plans in store that are meant to be a surprise.” He says helping you into the seat. He shuts your door, walking around the car and slipping in himself. 

“Can I have a kiss then?” 

“You don’t even have to ask that question.” He hums, leaning over the console to plant his lips on yours. 

“Thanks for my flowers, chocolates, and teddy bear. Although I don’t need a teddy bear, I already have you.” 

“Okay, so you’re going to be extra cheesy today?” He raises his eyebrow at you as he pulls out of the parking garage. 

“Me? You sir had me drowning in roses today.” 

He grins, shaking his head. “I’ve arranged for Bailey to get your gifts at the end of the work day when the store closes. I don’t want him messing up your conversion walking in and out so much.” 

You stare at him in awe and lean over to kiss his cheek. “The team says thank you for breakfast, and I’m saying thank you for being an incredible husband.” 

“Speaking of that.” He clears his throat. “We keep calling each other husband and wife.” 

“Yes we do and it confuses the hell out of everyone, I love it.” You giggle. 

“What if it didn’t anymore?” He inquired. 

“What do you mean?” 

“What if I told you we’d actually be married by the end of the night?” 

“Really?” 

“What if I told you Bailey was setting up an Officiant right now?” 

“Really?” You squeal turning to him. “What about the wedding we’re already planning? You know with our Mom’s, the planner, the dress designer?” 

“We’ll have that.” He nods. “But it’s taking too long to make you my actual wife. So what if we got married today, and again in a year when the wedding’s planned. We’ll know we’re already married, to everyone else they’ll celebrate our marriage, for us we’ll celebrate our anniversary?” He grins, looking at you.

“I think I’m in love with you, and that I’ll do anything you want.” 

“Anything?” He teases. 

“I mean a honeymoon has to happen right?” You tease back. 

“Oh Baby you don’t even know what you just asked for.”

**

You stare at yourself in the mirror and smile. Peter had taken you to pick out a simple dress for tonight, then to a jeweler to pick out his and your ring, and then dropped you off at home with a stylist team to glam you the fuck up. 

Bailey holds the door for you as you climb into the limo. Peter’s going full out tonight. Pulling out all the stops.

The drive to the venue is short, mainly because you’re heavy in your thoughts, but before you know it Bailey is opening the door for you and helping you out. 

You’re handed a bouquet of roses and sunflowers while ushered into the dim building. A few of the stylists fuss about a few strands of your hair, and fix your dress a bit. When they finally have perfected your look they scurry away.

Music starts and Bailey appears to open the double doors for you. “Ready?” He asks softly.

“More than ready.” You smile at Bailey.

“You make a beautiful Bride Mrs. Mendes, thank you for being in our lives.” With that Bailey opens the door and watches you walk down the aisle. 

Peter has booked out the most amazing venue, it’s empty, save for an arch in place behind Peter and the officiant. Raul and Shawn stand in the front row, both in nice slacks and a button up shirt. Raul’s in red, Shawn’s in yellow, matching your flowers. They both smile at you and watch you walk to Peter at the end of the aisle. 

Before you know it Peter is dipping you down to kiss you fiercely, you’re named Mrs. Mendes, officially, and suddenly the world is just right. You finally feel like you belong in this crazy place. 

“Congrats!” Shawn cheers, Raul whistling as Peter stands you back up, hand firmly gripping your ass. 

You giggle as you pull away, turning towards the boys. Peter kisses your cheek and is ready to whisk you off, but you laugh harder as you stare at Shawn and Raul.

“What are you laughing at Sis?” Raul asks. 

“You look like Ketchup and Mustard.” You lose it when they stare at each other and laugh too. Peter lets out a good belly laugh and shakes his head. 

“Let’s go, I’m ready to take my wife home, and kick these losers out.” He tugs you down the aisle. 

“Oh we can at least get the McDonalds boys dinner.” You giggle, cackling at the fact that your jokes are just gonna keep on rolling. 

“Wow, make her a Mendes and she suddenly feels like she can tease you.” Shawn says to Raul, nudging his elbow. 

Raul grins and rushes towards you and Peter, swooping you up over his shoulder, twirling in circles. “Oh Sis, what’s the matter? Feeling a little dizzy?”

“Raul stop!” You laugh, hitting his back repeatedly. 

“Raul.” Peter stands straight, crossing his arms over his chest. “Put my wife down before something seriously happens to you.” 

“Ooh, scary.” Raul scoffs, setting you back on your heeled feet. You sway and reach for Peter as you try to regain your footing. 

Peter swings you up into his arms, holding you with one arm under your back and the other under your knees. 

“What is with you two and picking me up?” You ask, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“It’s customary for the groom to walk his wife over the threshold.” 

“We’re not home though.” You point out with a raised eyebrow. 

“I’m practicing then.” He grins, leaning down to kiss you softly. 

“Okay, we don’t need to see you practice for the honeymoon.” Shawn gags. 

Peter rolls his eyes, looking to Bailey as you all step outside. “Bailey, take Mickey-” He points to Shawn, “And Dee-” He points to Raul, “Home so I can take my wife away from the greasy mess they are.” 

“Haha.” Shawn rolls his eyes. “Very funny dickhead.” Raul shakes his head. “You wanted us to match her flowers, we were good brothers and followed your orders. Should be thanking us.” 

Peter smiles, looking at his brother, setting you down and engulfing each in a huge hug. “I do thank you. Thanks for being the witnesses to the greatest achievement of my life.” 

Each brother wraps you up in a big hug, leaving you with your Husband. 

“Well Mrs. Mendes,” Peter holds your hand as he leads you to his Porsche. “What do you say about driving me to the beach house?”

“I get to drive?” 

“I told you if you were good you could.” He nods opening the drivers side for you.

“And if I want to be bad?” 

“Oh Baby you’ve got a whole mini honeymoon to be bad.” 

“Mini honeymoon?” 

He nods, leaning against the car. “Beach house this weekend, alone. Month in Bora Bora once you’re settled at work.” 

You raise your eyebrows, grinning at him. “So I have a lot of time to be bad.”