Now that I got that nasty angsty Pemma oneshot out of the way, I'll be able to write plenty of lighthearted pieces, I think. Like this one!
It's our six-month anniversary, and Peter's over the moon. It definitely doesn't hurt that his powers have started coming back, but I like to pretend that it's all about me. It definitely feels like it's all about me when he smiles at me in that way he has, like he could light up the whole city. But today, he's trying very, very hard to hide that smile behind a serious face. It's not working, but he's trying.
You remember that day we spent in Switzerland? he signs
I nod, grinning at the memories. He teleported us across the ocean and we spent an entire day exploring Geneva. It was one of the best days of my life. We bought as much Swiss chocolate as we could carry home with us (duty-free, of course, thanks to our unorthodox transportation) and had dinner at a fantastic chicken place we just happened to stumble across.
Do you still remember what you wished for that night?
I do. It was late, and the stars were just appearing in the violet sky. Feeling giddy, like a teenager playing hooky, I spun around and gazed up at the first little pinpoint of light and wished on a star. I wished that my ears would work right. I wished that I could hear Peter's voice, instead of seeing it as a blur of golden light.
His perfect eyes meet mine as he takes my hand. I feel a rush of warmth run through my body and something pops in my head. "Well, I remembered," he says. "It took me awhile to find someone with the right power, but..."
It takes me a moment to realize that I'm hearing him. Out loud. All I can do is stare at him in wonder, and that smile he's been trying to hold back breaks through and lights up my world.
"Happy Anniversary, Emma."