You two had been dating for seven months now. You were comfortable around him. There was nothing you couldn't say to Pierto. The both of you were close, which people admired. As a couple you didn't fight often, you more so liked to cuddle and do things together. Dates were a weekly activity, which you seriously didn't mind. He always came up with new ideas.
"Hello, my little flower." He snaked his arms around your waist. You were cooking breakfast on the main floor. "Good morning, Piet." You greeted. He rested his chin on your shoulder, watching you work. He was always clingy, it was cute.
"Go sit down, I'm making breakfast." You poured the batter in the pan. "No, I wanna stay here." He nuzzled further in your neck. You sighed. "I can't cook with you on me, silly." You flicked his forehead. He groaned and rubbed the area. "Okay." He pouted, sitting at the island.
He watched you cook patiently. Mostly looking at your ass, noticing that you were wearing one of his shirts. He imagined you smelling his shirt when he wasn't around, which he found incredibly cute. He smiled at the thought. You placed his pancake in front of him on a plate. "There you go, puppy." You grinned.
He lifted a brow. "What?" You chuckled as he cocked his head. "You're like a puppy!" You smiled softly, sitting beside him. He just frowned and ate his pancake.
You had been gone all day and left Pietro lonely. He tried everything to get his mind off you. He tried napping, reading, watching TV, working out, even cleaning.
You were out shopping with your gals, they offered to invite him, but Mitch, your friend concluded that it was a girls day. You purchased a great amount of clothing, enough to have a new wardrobe for a few weeks. But its when you were looking around at Chapters, the bookstore, when you saw something that made you think of Pietro. It was a little (Item), you thought it was just too cute to not buy for him; so you did.
You opened the door to your flat, Pietro got up from the couch, where he had been laying on all day, and sprinting towards you, enveloping your body in his arms. "I missed you!" He lifted you spinning around once then placing you back on the floor. "I've only been gone for a few hours." You chuckled, kicking off your boots and jacket. "Did you have fun?" He asked hanging your coat. "Yes! I got you something..." You smiled placing the bags on the island, which was spotless.
"Did you clean the house?"
You grinned. He nodded, and you gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you." He was blushing at this point; how cute. "So... What is it?" He implied. "Slow down, you'll get it." You looked through the many bags and found it. You held it in your hands and hid it behind your back. "Which hand?" You asked. He whined, getting impatient and jumping like a kid.
"I don't know!!!" He was a man child. "You're such a puppy, just guess. You're getting it either-or way." You said. "Mmmmm..... Left!" He pointed. "You're right!" You revealed the (Item), watching his face light up. "(Y/N)! That is so sweet! Thank you so much!" He said in his sokovian accent. Once again he enveloped you in a hug.
You were listening to Halsey's newest song, the music blaring in your ears, as you write your chapter. On Wattpad you had gotten pretty popular, your followers always demanded new content.
But even though your highest level volume, you heard a loud crash. Frantically pulling out your earbuds, jumping to the balls of your feet, you searched from where the sound came from.
