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I GOT STRUCK WITH THE WORST CASE OF WRITER'S BLOCK THAT I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

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The next few weeks were very hectic. Peter and I had barely seen each other since the night of graduation where we had gone on a very romantic date. And no, that didn't happen. But I was trying, believe me.

Anyways, I understood that the increasing demands as Spider-Man had made things difficult for him, but damn, couldn't New York City take one break so I could spend a night in with my boyfriend?

Well, I guess I couldn't pin the blame on Peter entirely. School had started up once again, and I was officially a freshman at New York City University. That, along with Oscorp, made contact with other people difficult.

Now, I wouldn't say that contact between Peter and I demolished completely. I mean, I took care of him when he got a really bad cold (apparently, he was Spider-Bad-the sickly voice was actually pretty cute) and he attended a barbecue at David's with me, mainly because I didn't want to go alone. Oh God, that was an awkward confrontation. The father and the boyfriend?

Especially since David's caught Peter and I making out on my front porch.

Also, the nights where Peter wasn't helping New York (or when he was done early) he'd sneak into my room and we'd hold each other all night. Most of the time we talked, but Peter insisted that I slept since I had classes the next morning. Other than talking, there was quite a lot of kissing.

I hadn't seen Eddie for a very long time. I found myself actually missing his prescence. I used to hate it-now all I want is to hear his stupid smug voice.

I hadn't seen Gwen in forever either. Gwen was super busy with her applying to London. I was trying to be supportive, but I didn't want her to go. I didn't want to lose my best friend. We were also taking separate shifts at Oscorp to accommodate our new schedules, so we didn't see each other at work a lot either. I missed working so late some nights that we would go and grab some cheap Chinese food that we would then enjoy either at her house or at mine. I missed going shopping with her on days that we finished early. I just missed her.

It seemed like all of my relationships were falling apart, but I was determined to keep them together.

On the plus side though, I hadn't seen Blonde Madeline for quite some time. It was very refreshing not to hear her voice taunting me about home, which I thought of home less and less of each day, frustrating her to no end.

I shook those thoughts out of my head as I struggled to keep my hair in its bun. I was at Oscorp, and I was very nearly getting late. I had stacks of papers in my arms as well as a giant travel cup of coffee in my hand. I never liked coffee, even in my old world. But coffee quickly became my best friend here, especially since it was more effective than tea. I had like eight cups a day, which Shelia was trying to wean me off of.

The elevators were about to shut as I cursed and ran faster. "Hey! Could you hold that please?" I asked whoever was in the elevator as I ran over. To my intense relief, the person complied, and the doors quickly opened as I snaked my way in.

"Thank you so much," I said to my saviour as I stood in the elevator next to him. He was a tall, dark skinned man, maybe in his thirties. Kinda weird. But hey, I wouldn't judge, especially since he saved my life. "I know a lot of people here would have just let them close, so thanks."

"Well, a lot of people here don't notice other people," the man mumbled darkly.

I nodded. "Yeah, the people here are kind of jerks," I thought out loud. I smiled at him. "Thank you for not being one."

"What floor?" The computer asked.

I opened my mouth to tell it the floor number, but the man told me to tell him. "Sixty-two," I said with another smile, which he reiterated to the computer.

"Thank you again," I repeated. I shuffled the stuff in my hands into one arm so that I could extend my right hand to him. "I'm Madeline. Madeline Beckett."

"Max Dillon," He said, a huge smile on his face as he shook my mind. It was as if it were a miracle that someone was being nice to him.

"It's very nice to meet you, Max," I said sincerely as I let go of his hand.

"It's nice to meet you, too," He said to me, looking forward again.

"Wait, Max," I said, my mind going back to a moment last week. "I know you. Oh, it's your birthday today, isn't it?"

He broke out into a look of surprise. "How did you know?" He asked.

"I think I overheard you mentioning it to someone," I said as I pointed at him.

He smiled happily. "Yeah, I was talking about it with my boss."

"Well, happy birthday, Max," I wished him.

"Thank you," He said as we looked back to the small screen, where they were playing a piece on Spider-Man in the news.

"How cool must it be?" He said, more like he was thinking out loud. "To have all those people looking at you like that?"

I smiled sadly, thinking of it from Peter's perspective. "It's also kind of a burden," I mumbled to myself. As much as Peter loved being Spider-Man, there was some stuff that he would confess to me in the wee hours of the morning, like how scary it could be sometimes, helping the people of New York when sometimes they didn't want his help. I would always convince him that the world needed Spider-Man, though, so I didn't let him think like that.

"You know Spider-Man saved my life once," Max continued, obviously not hearing me. Out of all the people in the whole city, he saved me," He pointed to his own chest.

I didn't want to break his little happy bubble by saying that saving people was kind of his job, so I just smiled at him as he continued speaking. "He told me that he needed me."

I smiled dreamily. I could practically see Peter's face under the mask. "He's very great at that." Making people feel like they were important. I knew that it was important to Peter to do stuff like that. Like once, he told me that he saved a little boy from getting beat up and managed to save his project-a wind turbine, something that Peter got very excited about. With his enthusiasm, you would have thought he had made the damn thing himself. It was super cute, though.

The elevator dinged. "Floor sixty-two," the elevator called out.

"It was nice to meet you, Max," I said again as I smiled at him while leaving the elevator. I groaned when I realized that I was back at work, but at least it was doing something that I loved.

Later that day, Peter and I finally caught up properly with each other when he asked me out to get frozen yogurt with him.

"I'm your girlfriend, Peter," I said with a laugh as he got down to his knees to ask me like he asked me when we went to prom. "You don't have to ask me out like this." I gestured to him up and down.

"Yes, I do," He said as he held his arms out. "I can't be boring every day. I want to treat you like a princess!"

I laughed as I sat down on his knee. He wrapped his arms around me as he kissed the side of my head. "I guess I can put off homework for one night," I allowed as I gave him a sweet kiss.

He smiled as he pulled back. "Great. You should get as much homework done as you can though. Then you won't have to stress during tonight."

I gave him a look. "And what exactly makes you think I'd be stressing?"

He matched my look. "Because I know you."

I huffed, knowing he'd caught me. "Okay, fine. I'll do my homework tonight so that tonight, everything is about you."

Peter took my hand and lifted it to his lips. "Tonight will be about us," He corrected.

I laughed as I gave him a peck on the cheek. "I knew there was a reason I loved you."

I nervously swirled my frozen yogurt around as I thought back to the homework that I didn't finish. Stupid Peter got inside my head...okay he was dead on.

"Are you thinking about homework?" Peter asked as he bounced over to me with his own cup of frozen yogurt.

"No!" I said, way too quickly. "What gave you that impression?"

Peter gave me a look, and I caved. "Fine, okay, I was. But no more. Tonight is going to be a good night," I declared.

"Yes, it will," Peter said as he swung his arm around me. I laughed as he began eating his ice cream with his arm still around me.

"You are getting frozen yogurt in my hair," I complained, my mouth half full.

"I'm sorry!" He apologized, and he leaned forward to try and lick it off of my hair.

"Peter, that is so gross!" I squealed, but I was laughing.

"Hey, so did you hear about Harry's dad?" Peter asked, completely turning the conversation.

Uhhh, who was Harry?

"Harry, as in Harry Osborn," The sweet sound of Eddie's voice said next to me. I wanted to hug Eddie, mainly because I hadn't seen him in forever, but I couldn't really do that, could I? "He grew up with you and Peter. Well, at least for a few years. His dad sent him off to boarding school ten years ago."

Yeah, I heard about Harry Osborn's dad. Of course I did. His dad founded the place where I worked, Oscorp. Our boss had a little meeting talking about how we had to "keep Mr. Osborn's dream alive".

I wasn't really paying attention.

Of course, it was also all over the news.

"Yeah. The boss had a whole meeting about it," I answered. "It really sucks."

"I really feel for him," Peter said as he finished his treat and threw it out, all while managing to keep his arm around me. "I mean, I know we stopped talking, but he was there for me when my parents..."

I gave him a gentle smile as I threw out my own frozen yogurt cup and wrapped my own arm around him, squeezing myself to him. I knew it was hard for Peter to talk about his parents.

"I heard Harry's taking over Oscorp," I offered, trying to change the subject. "I'm surprised they're letting him, because he's so young."

"He's the only real heir to the business," Peter said. "I think his dad always hoped that he'd take over."

"I hope it's not too much for him," I said. "That would seriously suck."

"Harry's been through a lot," Peter explained. "I think he can handle it. So, have you heard from Gwen recently?"

I sighed as I leaned my head on Peter's shoulder. "No. The last time I talked to her was probably two weeks ago, when I called her and she told me she couldn't talk to me because she was busy and she'd call me later. The conversation took less than two minutes."

"I'm sorry," Peter said as he kissed the side of my head. I smiled as he also kissed my forehead. "Listen, I know that I've been really busy with the whole double life thing and I'm sorry. I don't like you being alone so much."

"It's not entirely your fault," I said. "Gwen's super busy too. And I have the whole university and Oscorp thing going on. We just have to make time for each other. Like we're doing right now," I gave his back a squeeze.

He smiled, doing the same to me. "That we are," He agreed, and he leaned down to kiss me.

Just as our lips touched, he suddenly looked up at the nearby busy intersection. I scrunched my eyebrows together as I followed his gaze.

"What was that?" I asked.

"I have no idea," Peter mumbled. Within a few seconds, the warmth of Peter's body was suddenly gone, and I looked over to where he was standing. He was gone, leaving only his hoodie, jeans, backpack, and sneakers in his wake.

I felt a new presence beside me, and I looked over to see Eddie standing on the other side of me. He was staring at the busy city, that was now starting to have a sort of blue glow.

"What's going on?" I asked him.

"Madeline Beckett, meet your new task," He said, gesturing to the city. "Go over there and see what's going on."

I rolled my eyes but grabbed Peter's clothes and shoved them inside of his backpack, before swinging the backpack itself over my shoulders. "How am I gonna get there before all the action is over?"

Eddie just rolled his eyes. He put his hands on my arms. "Close your eyes," He instructed.

My mind flashed back to when Eddie sent me to the Brookyln Bridge last year, and I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I was standing in the middle of the city area, where police officers were trying to vacate the surrounding area. The people were all surrounding something, so I had to push people out of the way to get to the front area.

I nearly knocked someone over and turned to apologize and nearly cried when I saw that it was Gwen.

"Gwen?" I said.

"Maddie?" Gwen said in the same tone, and we both leaped forward and wrapped each other into intense hugs. We quickly broke apart so that we could assess what was going on. "Do you know what's happening?" I asked.

Gwen shook her head. "I was just on my way home when I saw the crowd. But I think it's got something to do with the guy in a hoodie that that officer is yelling at," Gwen answered, pointing at the guy she was talking about.

Suddenly, a car came barrelling towards the guy in the hoodie and instead of the car running him over, the guy gestured at the car to stop, and blue strikes of electricity shot out of his hand as he flipped the car over.

People immediately started screaming and running away, but Gwen and I stood stupidly rooted in our spots. "Gwen, did he just-?"

"I think so," She gulped. "Where's Peter?"

"I don't know, he should be here," I said.

A bunch of police cars began surrounding the guy in the hoodie. I finally managed to get a look at his face, and it was blue.

"Gwen, his face is blue!" I exclaimed, pointing at him.

"We need to get out of here," Gwen decided.

"No, we can't, not until Peter gets here," I said. "We have to make sure these people are safe."

"We can't do that until we're safe first," She pointed out.

"Madeline!" A new voice called out, and Gwen and I turned to see David running over to us in his police uniform. "What the hell are you doing? Get away from here!" David caught up to us, grabbing my arm and Gwen's arm and pulling us away from the guy who looked like he belonged in the Blue Man group.

"What's going on, Captain Beckett?" Gwen asked as David pushed us towards the crowd of people and the police cars.

"We don't know," David answered. "For now, you need to stay back." He let go of our arms and practically pushed us into the arms of two other officers.

We had no choice but to stand back and watch the scene unfold. We automatically wrapped our arms around each other.

The Blue Man started panicking as he was surrounded and shouted at by the cops. "It's not my fault!" He called out.

Something about him struck me. "There's something familiar about his voice," I told Gwen.

"How could that possibly be?" She asked.

I shook my head. "I don't know. But there is something so wrong."

Suddenly, his face was broadcasted on all the screens in the square, and he stared at them, seemingly mesmerized. While he was distracted, the officers detonated smoke gas and tossed them in Blue Man's direction.

"Stop!" Blue Man said over and over again. "It's not my fault!" was also something he said over and over again. The officers kept yelling at him and the smoke started clouding him. "I SAID STOP!" He exploded, quite literally. Electric waves burst out from every part of his body, blowing back police cars and officers.

Gwen and I screamed as a cop car came flying towards us, and we turned around to start running. We looked behind us for one second to see the car so close to hitting us, but just in time, my wonderful boyfriend dressed as his Superhero jumped in front of us, grabbing the car with his super strength before it could crush us.

"Thank God this is a car, not a horse," Peter joked.

"Good to see you Peter," Gwen laughed in relief.

"And you, Gwen," Peter said back as he flipped the car back over. He turned to me. "Are you okay, Mads?"

"I'm fine," I answered.

"Okay, you two need to seriously get out of here," Peter said as he turned around and flashed out of our sight.

The sounds of footsteps caught our attention and it was David again. "Madeline, are you all right?" He asked as he pulled me into a hug.

"I'm fine, Spider-Man saved me," I answered.

David pulled back, but still held on to my arm. He then grabbed Gwen's arm and pushed the two of us back. "Stay back!" He said. He turned back to the scene, where the rest of the officers were shooting at the Blue Man. David turned on the radio that he had strapped on to his uniform. "Hold your fire! I repeat, all units hold your fire! Stand down!"

Immediately, all shooting stopped. David ran over to a car that was on it's side and used it as a shield to protect himself. Gwen and I went to another overturned car and crouched behind it.

"Yo, Sparkles!" I heard Peter call out. Gwen and I turned our attention to where his voice was coming from, and he was sitting on top of a nearby car.

Blue Man turned his attention to him. "Hey, how you doing?" Peter continued.

"It's you?" Blue Man asked.

"Yeah, I know it's me!" Peter answered, and I rolled my eyes at him. "Who are you?"

Blue Man took one step forward and it sent electric currents running through the ground in front of him and over to the stairs where some civilians were. "You don't remember me?" He asked.

"No. Should I?" Peter asked as he watched the current.

"I walked into the street. The car almost hit me. You swooped me up. You saved me. You said you needed me," Blue Man explained, and my heart dropped when he did.

"Oh my God," I breathed as I realized who that was.

"What?" Gwen asked as she looked over at me.

"I know him," I explained. "That's Max. He works at Oscorp. I met him in the elevator," I said as Gwen and I focused our attention back on Max.

"You're the guy with the blueprints," Peter said as the memory came back to him.

Max's face lit up-well, more than it already was. What even happened to him, anyway? "Yes! Blueprints."

"Yes, I remember you!" Peter said as he moved from a crouch to sitting on top of the police car. "Of course I remember you." Peter slipped off the police car and started walking slowly towards Max. "You're my eyes and ears! Uh, what's your name again?"

I smacked my forehead.

"How could you forget me?" Max asked.

"I do, I know it, I know it, don't tell me," Peter said as he put his hands on top of his hand.

"It's Max," Max said.

"Is it 'Max'?" Peter asked as he turned around.

"Yes," He said.

"I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you with the..." Peter gestured to his whole blue thing going on. "You look different. How are you?"

"I don't know what's going on with me," He said.

"I can see that. I believe you," Peter told him.

"It's strange, the power I feel," Max said as he looked down at his hands. "I got so much...I got so much anger."

"I can see that," Peter said again. "I can see you don't wanna be here and you're scared. I can see that you don't know what's happening to you. I can see you don't want to hurt anybody. It's gonna be all right."

David's radio rumbled and a voice came out, "Got a clear shot. Standing by."

I immediately looked up and saw a sniper in one of the buildings, aiming his gun at Max.

"No, wait!" I protested, getting up and running over to David, ignoring Gwen's protests. I fell down next to David. "Dad, you can't let him fire at Max. Spider-Man's got this under control. You start shooting everything will go to hell."

"Stay out of this, Madeline!" David said to me.

"I don't want them shooting me anymore," Max said to Peter.

"They won't," He told him. He raised his voice to the other officers. "You guys! This is my buddy Max. I told you about Max. No one shoots at Max!"

"See, he knows what he's doing!" I said to David.

David ignored me as he watched Max. He grabbed his radio and pressed the 'ON' button. "He makes a move, make that shot," He said.

"No!" I protested, and I reached for the radio.

David grabbed my hands and pushed me back. "I'm sorry Maddie, but I can't risk the lives of the rest of New York because you think that Spider-Man knows what he's doing. He doesn't," He told me.

I rolled my eyes. Here we go again. Then I got a pretty crazy idea. "You shoot at him, you'll have to go through me first," I said and before David could say or do anything, I got up and ran over to Peter.

"Madeline!" I heard him scream after me as I ran for Peter.

"Maddie!" Peter hissed as I ran over to him. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Hey, Max!" I called out to him as I waved my whole arm. I turned to Peter and whispered, "My dad's ordered Max to be shot at if he moves. I was hoping that if I was standing here he wouldn't."

"Are you crazy?" Peter said as he turned to me.

"Yup!" I answered before I turned back to Max. "Max, it's me! Do you remember me? It's Madeline!"

"From...from Oscorp?" Max said slowly.

I nodded my head enthusiastically. "Yeah, from Oscorp! You just stay right there okay, don't move!"

"Why not?" He asked, and he accidently took a step back.

"No!" Peter and I both said at the same time as the sniper immediately started shooting at Max.

Even though it didn't effect him, it enraged him. "Arrghh!" He called out as he shot electricity at the sniper.

"Max!" Peter said as he used his webbings to bring his hand back. Unfortunately, the electricity just went through the webbing, and Peter was shocked and blasted backwards.

"Peter!" I cried out instinctively, and I quickly covered my mouth. I looked around to see if anyone had heard me and thankfully, it seemed like no one had. I took off and went over to Peter, who was shaking from the electric shock as his webbing contraption broke. "Are you okay?" I asked him as I grabbed his wrist.

"Yeah, I'm fine," He grimaced. He looked up, and I followed his gaze to see one of the big screens was about to fall on top of an officer. Peter used the webbing from his other wrist to pull the officer out of the way just in time. Peter then wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close and away from the crashing site.

The crowd immediately started cheering for Spider-Man and booing Max while the screens changed from focusing on Max to Peter. They were shouting insults at Max and praises for Peter.

"I have a bad feeling about this," I said as I clutched on to Peter's arms.

"You're so selfish," Max growled as he turned to us.

"Stay with me, Max!" Peter said gently as he immediately pushed me behind him.

"You set me up," Max went on.

"No, I didn't set you up!" Peter protested.

"You lied to me!" Max growled as his hands started sparking.

"No, I'm trying to help you!" Peter said.

"Let us help you!" I added as an afterthought.

Peter could tell what Max was going to do, so he quickly grabbed me and pushed me as far away as he could using his strength, and I ended up on the staircase where another crowd of people were.

Max used his electric powers to shock the entire metal grates so that it would hit Peter, but he managed to dodge it as he also saved the people on the stairs who were about to touch the metal railing from getting electrocuted.

I groaned as I hit the ground but quickly shrugged it off as I sat up. I got to my feet and was about to head for Peter, who was stood at the top of the stairs, but he gestured for me to get back. "Maddie, get out of here!"

For once, I listened.

I ran off of the steps and off to the side. Max shot at Peter again, but he dodged it again. Max kept shooting at Peter, and Peter kept dodging the shots as he used his last working web shooter to dodge them. Peter grabbed a fire hydrant and hit Max with it, causing him to go flying into one of the high screens. However, Max managed to hit Peter too, and Peter went crashing into a bus stop.

"Peter!" I called out again and mentally kicked myself as I ran over to where my boyfriend was. I pushed past all the glass and mess as I fell to my knees next to him. "Peter?" I whispered as I gently took his head in my hands. "Wake up!" I said, shaking him. No response.

Suddenly, all the lights in the area went out. Maybe five seconds later, a huge wave of blue electricity rang out and struck everything in its wake. People, buildings, everything.

"Come on!" I cried as I turned back to Peter. "How am I supposed to guide you if you're doing nothing?" I asked. "Wake up, Spider-Man!" I screamed as I locked my hands together to make a fist and brought them down hard on his chest. At the word "up", my hands smacked on his chest, and Peter gasped and groaned as he woke up.

"What hit me?" He asked as he began to sit up.

"Everything," I answered. "Go, they need you!"

Peter swung back to where the fire trucks were just as Max started terrorizing the people that were on the ground. Suddenly, he was knocked right out of the air with a large, steady stream of water, and I turned around to see Peter holding up a hose, water pouring out of it as he hit Max. Since Max was filled with electricity, he shorted out, which was the only word I could really think of.

He was high fiving the firefighters as I got to him. I spotted Max's form twitching on the ground as officers (including David) trained their guns on him.

I turned to Peter and immediately reached forward and pulled him into a tight hug. "Thank God you're okay," I breathed as I hugged him.

"Am I okay?" He asked as he pulled away, putting his hands on my face. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to throw you like that." He immediately started assessing me for any damage. My pants were ripped at the knees and there was some spots of blood where I scrapped myself, and Peter rubbed at a spot on my cheek. I was surprised when I winced. Apparently, I had cut my face.

"You're bleeding," Peter said.

"I'm fine," I answered as I brushed it away. My mind flashed back to someone who I had technically abandoned. "Gwen! Oh my God, where is she?"

"She's fine," Peter said. "I moved her away so that she was far away from everything."

I sighed in relief. "Good," I said, before I pulled up Peter's mask slightly so that his lips were exposed. I leaned forward and kissed him, hard. We kissed for a couple of seconds, and I pulled his mask back down. "Come on. We'll go back to my place so that I can clean you up."

"Yes, ma'am," Peter said as he scooped me up into his arms. Then, he used his webbing to take us back to my house, which we managed to reach very fast. He dropped me off at my door while he went through my open window. I brushed off Shelia's concerns quickly as I ran to the bathroom first, grabbing our first aid kit before barrelling it to my room.

Peter already had the top of his suit off so that I could get to his back. "That's great, makes my job easier," I said as I walked over to him. I turned him around so that I could assess his back. First, I used a wet towel to wash off his back. After, I dabbed at his wounds with rubbing alcohol to help clean it out. I then rubbed some ointment on his back before putting on a large bandage over it.

I had turned on the TV in my room before I started so that Peter and I could watch the news.

"Our coverage of this breaking story begins with New York 1's Jessica Abo at the scene," The newsreporter said.

The shot switched to live coverage of Jessica Abo. "That's right," She said. "We're standing here with two eyewitnesses who are going to tell us what they just saw." She turned to two nerdy looking boys behind her. "Tell us, how do you think Spider-Man did it? How do you think he beat this creature?"

I was helping Peter pull a new shirt that he had grabbed before he came over on. "Yeah, it's gotta be rubberized, Spidey's suit," One of the guys said. "That's why he didn't get electrocuted."

"Probably some kind of neoprene," the other one said. "That's what I'd use."

"Thank you very much to the two of you," Jessica said. "As you can tell, so many questions remain unanswered. We will bring you the latest information as it becomes available. For now, Jessica Abo, New York 1. Let's send it back to you."

I sighed as I watched some of the footage that was shot being ran on the screen. "That was a close one," I said.

Peter grabbed the first aid kit and turned to me. "It's your turn," He said as he opened it.

"Peter, really, I'm fine," I tried.

He didn't listen as he cleaned up the cut on my face. As he finished by sticking on a bandage, a new piece on the news caught my attention.

"Is everyone's favourite Spider taken? Footage of a young woman kissing Spider-Man was taken today after an electric show," A newswoman reported as they rolled the footage of me kissing Peter tonight.

"Oh man," I groaned as Peter kissed the bandage on my cheek. "I'm on the news!"

Peter turned to the story. "It seems like Spider-Man might be a taken man, ladies. Who exactly is this girl locking lips with our favourite superhero? We'll be keeping our eye out for her. We might not know who she is, but what we do know is that she is a very lucky girl," The newswoman said and the story changed to something else.

I groaned as I collapsed against my bed. "You're cheating on me?" Peter asked jokingly, and I smacked him against his chest.

"This isn't funny!" I said. "Not only do I have that problem, I'm going to have David over my head about running over to you during the whole showdown today."

"You still got me," Peter said.

I rolled my eyes, but I smiled. I leaned over and kissed him again. "Well, the news got one thing right. I am a very lucky girl."

Peter and I continued kissing and eventually fell asleep to the sound of rain starting in the middle of the night.

"I love you Peter," I muttered against his chest.

"I love you too, Madeline," He said, and I could distinctly feel him kiss his favourite spot on my forehead.

TBC...

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