Summary: The reader had a bad day. Peter takes it upon himself to turn it around.
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Grumbling, you shrugged off your jacket, before placing it on the coat hanger. Toeing off your shoes, you made your way to the kitchen. Grabbing a drink, you opened it only for it to spray it's contents over you.
Letting out a shriek, you tried to close it before grabbing towels to clean up the mess.
"Bubba, are you okay?" Peter questioned rounding a corner promptly. "Oh-"
"I'm done! I hate today!" You yelled before pushing past Peter and locking yourself in the bathroom.
"Bubba? Let me in." Peter called through the bathroom door. "Please."
Sighing, you wiped away some of the stray tears that escaped your eyes. Unlocking the door, you returned to your previous place on the floor.
"Come on." He cooed. "Lets get you cleaned up."
Pulling the shower curtain, he started the shower. Helping you undress, you both made your way into the shower.
Standing limp, you stared at the wall behind him. Letting the water cascade down your hair and back, Peter grabbed the shampoo bottle before lathering it in your hair.
Closing your eyes, you engrossed yourself in the moment. A content sigh fell from your lips. Rinsing the shampoo from your hair, he grabbed the sponge before he started gently rubbing your skin. Turning you around, he rubbed your back. Rinsing you off, he placed gentle kisses along your soaked shoulder. Leaning into him, you stood under the shower head enjoying the warm water.
Peter started humming one of your favorite tunes, as he swayed you both slightly. Turning around in his arms, you rested your head on his naked shoulder as you enjoyed the feeling of water cascading over the pair of you.
Turning the shower off, Peter quickly handed you a towel, before drying himself off and wrapping it low on his hips. Holding his hand out for you to take, he assisted you out of the shower.
Leading you to the bedroom, he grabbed your matching fluffy robes. Continuing to dry yourselves off, you put the robe on, tightly wrapping the robe belt around your waist.
Making your way to the bathroom, Peter began combing your hair. Closing your eyes, you engrossed yourself in the feeling of him. The aroma of Peter overwhelming you and calming you down.
"Here Bubba." He spoke moving you to sit on the toilet.
Lifting your foot, he placed a fuzzy sock on it before doing the same to the other foot.
Placing a kiss to both of your calves, Peter lead you to the living room. Taking a seat on the couch, he wrapped you in your favorite blanket before disappearing into the kitchen.
A content sigh left your lips, as you watched your favorite movie.
Peter quickly returned, placing two milkshakes on the coffee table, before joining you underneath the blanket.
Pulling you to him, he wrapped his arms around you before placing kisses on your hair.
"How did I get so lucky?" You questioned sleepily.
"It's part of my job, Bubba."
"I love you, Bubba." You spoke sleep washing over you.
