A rainy weekend. Probably one of your favorite kinds of days, since there was nothing else to do but stay in bed with Peter all day—watching movies, binging your favorite series, or simply sleeping, like now. You were curled up at his side, seeking warmth as the cold felt harsher than in previous days.

Peter, for his part, was calmly reading, the only sound in the room being the soft rhythm of raindrops tapping against the window. But his attention shifted to you when his senses picked up on the change in your heartbeat, which had gone from steady and calm to racing rapidly.

When he glanced at your face, he understood immediately. Without a second thought, he closed the book and set it on the nightstand, focusing entirely on your frightened and uneasy expression.

“Hey, hey... Breathe, baby, it’s okay...” he murmured gently.