Peter finally received a day off from the studio. He was filming everyday and most times it went later than expected. It didn't bother you as much as it did him. You lived together so you saw each other more than if you had still lived separate but it just made you feel bad when he was so tired but was still expected to give his all.

On his day off he wanted to take it easy. Naturally, you agreed. You spent the morning together in the pool. He would hold you close and kiss your shoulder. You would backstroke into the side wall where he would hold you still and give you a kiss.

After swimming, you'd lay on the couch while he answered some fan mail. He had boxes filled with letters and pictures to sign. One would think it was a chore but not Peter, he enjoyed it whenever he could, but it had been a while since he had the opportunity. You started drifting off to sleep when you heard chuckling. Naturally, you thought he was laughing at you. So you groaned, squinting your eyes to look over at the snickering man who shook his head and kept writing away, in his own little world.

"Nice boyfriend." You joked while rolling over to face away from him.

"Oh darling I wasn't laughing at you, it's this letter, this man has a great sense of humor." he continued to chuckle. He sealed the envelope and put it in a separate pile. He walked over to the back of the couch and leaned over.

He stroked your cheek with his fingers while your eyes started to close.

"Wanna go upstairs and take a nap with me?" He asked quietly, you nodded, yawning while standing up. You followed him up the stairs slowly until you made it into your bedroom.

You laid down on your side of the bed and curled up to your pillow. Peter got in after you and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close.

"What I'd give to get more of these days more often." he hummed into your ear. You rolled over to face him and looked into his eyes.

You smiled while playing with his short brown hair, "I know the movie will end up being fantastic, just like always."

"I hope so." he started to close his eyes, you scooted closer and laid your head against his chest, hearing his heart beat next to your ear. It was your favorite lullaby.

Even while he was sleeping, he still had his protective embrace over you. He never wanted anything bad to happen to you. It caused him a great deal of anxiety when he was away filming for many hours at a time, and would often call you during any break he had, just to make sure you were okay.

You peppered kisses all down his neck and jawline. Pulling away to look at his face. He was still asleep but must've been dreaming, his face was distorted into one that nearly broke your heart. His lip was pouty, his eyebrows pressed together, a single tear falling.

"Peter, darling." You kissed the crook of his neck and you started to shake him. Nothing.

"Peter." you shook him again. Nothing.

"Baby, are you okay?" You shook him a little harder, then finally he woke up, his eyes wide and his face filled with relief.

"Peter, were you having a nightmare?" He sat up and nodded.

"What was it about?" You cradled him, he leaned his head on your shoulder.

"I thought I was losing you but I couldn't be there because of work." you wiped the few stray tears from his cheeks.

"Oh darling, you won't lose me, not in a million years, honest. I'm right here." you pressed a kiss to the top of his forehead. He laid in your arms for a little while longer before pulling away to face you.

"Thank you."