You're so fuckin' special

He wasn't sure if he had ever felt this nervous in his entire life. Okay, maybe he had. He was a very anxious person by nature. He had always been and would probably always be. He was a coward and he knew that about himself. It was honestly pathetic how much three words could send him into so much nervousness.

Come see me?

Those words bounced around his brain. He couldn't think about anything else. His focus was entirely on one person. He was going to be seeing his Mary.

Acromantulas crawled around in his stomach, making him regret eating so much food. He always ate so much. No this wasn't the time to fat shame himself. Self-loathing would come later. Right now all he needed to think about was the fact that he would soon be seeing Mary MacDonald.

He hadn't seen her since his Hogwarts days, and those seemed an eternity away. So much had changed since they were a happy couple.

For one, the Order was becoming active. Well not really the whole Order of the Phoenix yet. It was mostly Dorcas leading a couple members in counter strikes against the Death Eaters. The official leader was nowhere to be seen. Remus, being the smart one, said that Dumbledore was probably devising a strategy. Peter didn't agree but that didn't matter.

All that mattered was the fact he was going to see her.

Today seemed like a dream. Actually, it wasn't today that seemed like a dream. It was every moment that he had spent with her. It was her that seemed imaginary. He couldn't believe that someone that perfect had talked to him, let alone dated him. Was it proper to have the word date in the past tense? Were they still dating? He didn't know. He was confused. Like always. And he was nervous which was why his thoughts were rambling and getting off-track. He couldn't focus. But he needed to. But he could not.

How could he focus when the mere thought of being reunited lifted his spirits yet sent his thoughts tumbling to a destination yet unknown?

His eyes darted around the room, his nervous energy still flowing through him. They finally settled on his clock.

Oh Merlin's shit, he was going to be late. He couldn't be late. She would hate him if he was late. She probably hated him already. He practically knew that she hated him. Or maybe not. His brain, being not full of knowledge and important things, often told him lies. But at this point, he didn't know what were lies or not.

He grabbed his wand and the present he had gotten for her and headed out the door before disapparating.

He didn't really mind the sensation on disapparation as much as most people. Probably because his insides were always squirming about.

"Peter? Peter Pettigrew?"

That voice. He had missed that voice so much.

"Mary. Mary MacDonald." He said simply running over to the girl. Well, running was an exaggeration, it was more of a speedwalk. He wasn't much of a runner after all. He maintained eye contact as she approached.

He loved her eyes so much. And her hair looked so soft and full of life. Upon further inspection, he noticed what she was wearing. His big jumper, the jumper wasn't big on him but it was like a tent on her and pretty little leggings to go with. He had forgotten how beautiful she was. He had forgotten that she was a real work of art. He had forgotten what he admired so often.

"I'm not giving the jumper back in case you were wondering," Mary said softly.

"I wouldn't dare take it from you. Merlin knows it looks so good on you."

Peter had reached her at this point. She flinched when he attempted to touch her. Oh right. He moved back.

She pulled him into a hug. "I'm sorry. It's just.. you know." A pause in the conversation as he attempted to linger in this sensation for as long as possible. She then spoke again. "Will you come in? Meet my parents? We have a lot to talk about, my Peter."

He nodded, too overcome with joy to speak.

She moved from the hug position to holding his hand. She then started walking towards a cottage. There was a smaller cottage next to it but she didn't bother with that one and went to the bigger one.

Peter followed, of course. He would have followed her to the end of the world. He would have followed her to the end of life. He would do anything for her. There he was again, sounding creepy. But she was his girlfriend, he couldn't be a creep.

"I've missed you."

"I've missed you like you wouldn't believe, love." He responded softly.

"I would believe it because I've been feeling the same pain of separation, darling." She stopped walking to turn around and look at him.

"I doubt you've felt it to the same extent because I was without you and you were only without me, sweetheart." He gazed into her eyes, probably wearing some ridiculously stupid expression.

She shook her head, turned around and started walking again. That only lasted a moment before she stopped, whirled around and pulled his lips onto her own.

He felt like a fish out of water. Panicked and thirsty. He stayed there, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

She pulled closer, grabbing his arms and moving them to her waist. She then wrapped her arms around his neck.

Again, he just let her do whatever. He didn't want to trigger anything negative by moving himself. He assumed with the trauma she went through, it was safer for both of them if she was just in control.

After moments of just kissing, she pulled away gasping.

She was crying.

He had made a girl cry whilst snogging. Who would even do that?!? No one. Except him.

"What's wrong?" He asked her. Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe he didn't make a girl cry by being so bad.

"I love you so much." She managed to gasp out between breaths.

"I love you too. But what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I'm just kind of shaken up. I really really really love you Peter Pettigrew and after being away from you so long I feel almost, overcome with love. I don't want you to ever go again."

"Then I'll never leave you."

"Will you move in with me? My parents let me have that one," she gestured to the smaller cottage.

"Maybe we could find a place, in between your parents' house and my mother's house. We could start off living here and then find someplace else." The response was almost automatic and then he realized what she had asked. "You want me to move in with you?"

"Yes." She laughed lightly. "And you're already planning our future before answering."

The way she said our future, filled him with something he couldn't quite identify. "Oops. Yes. Of course, yes. Always yes."

Mary pulled him closer towards her.

He wrapped his arms around her.

They stayed there for a bit, just enjoying each other's company. Both of them complete in each other's embrace.

Peter was whole again. His insecurities didn't matter anymore. He had his goddess and she had her worshiper.

All was right in the world.