#ceopeter

That’s how he finds himself at your door, hands shaking with nerves as he works up the courage to knock. 

“Can I help you Peter?” Your brother Ashton says as he eerily steps up to your door in the apartment hallway, hand linked with your 2 year old nephew.

He’s startled to say the least, not having enough courage to face you, now feeling the need to face your brother as well. He’s sure that you told him everything, well almost everything. 

“Is she home?” He asks, voice rough from the amount of crying he’s done.

“Yes, but I’m not sure she’ll want to see you.” 

That hurt, a lot, it was a major punch to the gut. He understands where your brother is coming from. If someone ever hurt Aaliyah the way he’s hurt you he’d skin the boy alive. Even this realization makes him want to rip his skin off. 

“That’s okay, can you just let her know I’m here, and that I need to talk to her.” 

“Gonna keep hurting her?” Ashton picks his son up, giving Peter a harsh glare.

“Hi Peter.” Andy, your nephew gives a shy wave. 

“Hey Buddy.” Peter waves back. 

“Are you here to make Auntie happy?” 

Peter looks down, screwing his mouth up, hoping to will the bile rising up his throat back. He can’t stand the thought of you upset and in tears, especially since he’s the one who made you that upset.

“She’s been crying a lot, I keep trying to give her hugs because I know they always make her feel better, but maybe a hug from you would help.” Andy shrugs, leaning his head on his Dad’s shoulder. 

“If she’ll let me. I’m gonna try Buddy.” 

“Let me go talk to h-” Ashton starts, head whipping over when your door swings open, revealing you in grey sweats and one of Peter’s old t shirts.

“Do I hear my-” You stop mid sentence, every word dying on your tongue at the sight of 3 of 4 most important men in your life on your doorstep. “Peter?” You look at him, eyes going wide, bottom lip quivering a bit.

“I can leave if you don’t want to talk to me. I just, I need to tell you some things that might make everything better.”

“Come on in Ash,” You wave your brother through. “Colors are set up on the coffee table booger butt.” You ruffle Andy’s hair as they pass you. 

Peter smiles at your interaction, heart clenching at the thought of getting to see that everyday when you become the mother of his children. 

“I really only want to hear one thing from you Peter, and those words will never pass your lips, so I think it would be best if we didn’t do thi-”

“I want to marry you.” He blurts, not ever wanting to hear the words you were about to say. He always wanted to do this, he always wanted to fight for you. 

“Excuse me?” You look up at him appalled. 

“I have not a clue where you got the impression that I didn’t want a future with you.” He shook his head, curls wildly flopping. “But I do. I want it with you. I want everything. ‘First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage’ Kitten I want it all.” 

You stare at him, jaw dropped at his words. 

“Let me make this better, because I’m rotting away without you. It’s been three days I think? Feels like it’s been a lifetime. To come home and not see you there, to make dinner but throw a whole plate away, to go to bed freezing because the sheets are cold. Y/n I want you.” 

“Why didn’t you ever say so? You say that rhyme like I even knew we were in love.” 

His whole body shudders, you can physically see it. His shoulders drop, eyes drooping.

“Are you not in love with me?” He grimly whispers.

“Of course I’m in love with you Peter.” You quickly shut the door to your apartment so your nosy brother can’t eavesdrop anymore. “I’ve been in love with you since the night you took me home and held me because I was upset.”

He smiles a little. “You’d had a bad day at work, a coworker was rude and made your day a living hell. You called me on your lunch break to vent and ended up almost in tears because your emotions were running wild. I wanted you to let go of the day by playing,” he wiggles his eyebrows. “But I knew you just needed comfort and to know I was there.” 

“I fell in love with you that night.” You shrug. “Been in love with you sense.” 

“Kitty,” He hums, taking your hands. “I’ve been in love with you since you first sent roses to my office.”

You gasp, pulling back to truly search his face. “Peter that was like the third week we’d known each other.” 

“I know. I had just gotten back from a shitty business trip, the deal didn’t go through and I was trying to push you away because I was so upset.”

“But I wouldn’t let you, I wanted you to open up to me. Let me in and allow yourself to lean on me.” You smile at the thought.

“You sent me white roses with a card that read ‘I’m not going anywhere Mendes, see you tonight.’ I broke down in tears at my desk, because no one has ever tried so hard to keep me in their life. It showed me you truly cared for me, and I couldn’t not see you in my life from that point on.” 

“I’m not going anywhere Mendes.” You smile at him, reaching up to cup his face, wiping at the few tears that had dropped from his red ringed eyes.

“Promise?” His broken voice bubbles out. 

“Oh Peter.” You pull him into you, holding him close, willing him to believe that you’re with him. 

“Don’t give up on me yet, I’ve got big big plans for us Kitten.” 

“What kinds of plans?”

“Which ones would you like to hear about?” He asks pulling back to look into your eyes. “I can’t promise to tell you them all, a man like to surprise his girl every now and then.” He grins.

“Maybe your serious ones?” You inquire. “Ones much deeper than what piece of furniture you’ll be bending me over.” 

He smirks, leaning forward to nuzzle into your neck. “Oh Kitten, I have many plans about being deep inside you while you’re bent over every piece of furniture in our home, preferably in nothing but my diamond on your finger.” 

“Start with the diamond, from there move onto the home, and then we can talk about how deep you’ll be.” You raise an eyebrow at you. 

“The diamond.” He nods, clearing his throat and digging deep into his jacket pocket. “How’s this one?” He pulls a black velvet box from his pocket, opening it to show of a gorgeous diamond. It was huge, the band holding it in place was littered with smaller diamonds. It was beautiful, magnificent. 

“Peter!” You gasp, bringing your right hand up to cover your mouth. “No it’s to much.”

“You won’t let me get you diamonds, or pearls, or the emerald stones I think you’d look lovely in. This, this will do for every other stone I’ll ever want you to wear. This, to me, is a token of my love, and my gesture to you that you’re everything. I’m proud to have you as my wife, much the same I hope you’ll be proud to have me as your husband, and proud to show off this ring.” 

“Peter,” You sigh, looking up at him. 

“A Queen deserves her crown,” He grins, referencing an old joke a coworker made about him being the King of the business, effectively making you his Queen. “But no one says she must wear that crown upon her head.” 

“You are too much for me.” You giggle, playfully hitting his chest. “One second I can’t get you to talk enough, the next you're melting me completely with your words.”