I love this boy so much
Anonymous asked:
Anonymous asked:
There’s something wrong with Peter.
Wade notices it immediately. His baby boy is moving just a bit slower than normal, and his brow is creased minutely in a suppressed wince. His eyes are shut, tightly.
Wade flicks the television off and turns to face Peter.
“What’s wrong, sweet cheeks?”
Peter grunts, a hand raising to rub his head. “I’ve got a killer headache.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Wade asks, spreading his legs and motioning for Peter to sit on the floor between them. Peter does.
“Hurts to talk.” He says sheepishly.
“Say no more,” Wade sets to work massaging his fingers through Peter’s hair and the man melts. The pressure abates and soon Peter goes lax, chest rising and falling with deep, even breathes. He lets Peter sleep, his head cushioned on Wade’s thigh. When he’s sure Peter won’t wake, he slowly moves and lays his lover out on the floor and slides a couch pillow under his head.