I wake up with urgency. Like I snap awake and am sitting up. I feel the urge to puke and run to the bathroom, not even removing Peters arms.

I hunch over the toilet and heave. Everything I've eaten last night empties itself into the toilet.

"(Y/n)? Are you ok?" Peter says shortly after my session of puking. I shake my head before puking again.

"Oh (y/n)... it's ok. Just let it out." Peter sits next to me and rubs my back comfortingly. After I finish and flush I lean against him and end up crying. I have no control over myself anymore.

"It's ok. I'm here. Ill never leave you. It's ok. Your probably just sick, or something you ate made you sick." He says gently. His voice music to my ears.

"I think I'm good now." I say wobbly getting to my feet.

"Ok. If you wake up again, wake me up too." He kisses my temple and helps me back to his bed.

Morning comes. Peter wakes me up as I'm not wanting to wake up.

"It's Christmas!" He says pretty happily. I wake up for him and he drags me to the living room which has a bunch of presents around the tree.

"Woah..." I say in awe.

"That's the most amount of presents I've seen before." Peter follows.

"And they are all mine!" May jokes. "Just kidding! Start ripping them open!"

After we open all but the ones we got each other we clean up and I pull my ukulele out and play him the song I've been practicing.

"That was beautiful thank you!"

He hands me a small box and I open it to see a (f/c) jewel encased by a spider. Peter pulls it out and puts it on me.

"It's kinda cheesy because of the spider but... I hope you like it."

"I love it. Thank you." I smile before kissing him.