Hearing the cause of the anxiety attack crushed Peter and Tony.  Peter was feeling extremely guilty as he's the one who started it.  Tony was pissed.

"Pip I'm going to teach that son of a b*tch a lesson." Tony says kissing her forehead before leaving.

"Thank you..." I say quietly laying on Peter, who wraps his arms around my middle.

Back with Tony, who has now put clothes on, bursts through the door to the jail in the facility.

"How dare you!" He yells at the sleeping criminal. Who actually ISNT asleep

"What have you figured out?" Tim laughs sitting.

"I've known for a week but you raped my daughter! Repeatedly!" Tony barks.

"I only touched her once.  The one you should be angry at is Lary.  He would be on her every free second he got."

"Peter. I just realized that Christmas is almost here." I whisper happily.

"Yeah in a few weeks. Is there anything you want?" He whispers back.

"Just time with you... or like a piano." I say yawning. "I really don't know.  I've never gotten a Christmas present."

"Go to sleep dearest.  I'll be here when you wake up." Peter kisses my forehead as I fall asleep.

The next morning I wake up before peter and get out of his arms, get dressed and take my car downtown to the hairstylist, because I can't look at my hair without getting anxiety.

"Hi miss how can I help you?" The stylist says happily.

"I'd like to get my hair cut short please.  Like this picture." I say pointing to a magazine on the table.  The lady nods and leads me to the chair and does my hair.

I walk out happy with the cute cut and get nervous about the reaction of everyone in my life.

I drive home and go into the kitchen and eat some cereal.

"Hey Pipsqueak." I hear dad sleepily mutter.

"Hi dad." I squeak.  He looks at me and takes a double take.

"You cut your hair." He says bluntly.

"Yeah.  I did."

Dad just shrugs and grabs his coffee and sits at the table.  Peter is the next to come in.  He pecks my cheek before pouring his own cereal.

"Hi Pete." I say getting his attention again.

"Hi (n/n)." He says back.  He notices my hair and smiles a bit.

"What are you smiling about?" I ask teasingly.

"You look cute with short hair." He says before taking another bite of his cereal.

What made me happy today: Peter