.Olivia felt the bed dip and a soft arm wrapped around her waist as she came to full wakefulness. Turning, she looked up into the shining green eyes of her husband. "Peter! You're home!"

"I am, darling. Did you miss me?"

"Of course I did. But why are you home early?" She snuggled close to him, letting his warmth melt into her.

"I was worried about you. A concussion is nothing to mess around with, sweetheart." He kissed her forehead gently and Olivia felt warm tears prickle her eyes. "But we have a guest here. Are they looking after you and where is Noah?"

"Noah is at a sleepover and Sort of. She's shadowing me for a while, until my team can find the unsub who…" Her words faded away as she realized what she was about to tell her husband.

"Liv, what really happened that night?" Peter cupped her face, running his thumb across her cheekbone.

"Would you turn the bedside lamp on?" As he rolled over to do as she asked, Liv pulled off her tshirt as she sat up, trying not to shudder. He turned around to face her, and she gave in to her tears. "The night that Grace called you, I was r-raped. I truly did have a concussion, as he knocked my head into the rim of my tire. He marked me, Peter, and this won't even go away." She took hold of his hand and ran it down to her stomach, letting him feel the scabs there.

"Oh, my love, I would have stayed if I'd known."

"I'd honestly forgotten about your business trip. And Grace took such good care of me Peter?"

"Yes?"

"Do you still love me?" Liv clutched the tshirt tightly, not looking into his eyes, fearing that she would see disgust or shame there. After all, she'd let the monster eat her heart. When he didn't reply right away, she let herself weep, feeling her heart shatter. And then his hands were wiping away her tears. Olivia felt the bed shift as Peter sat up as well before bending over her stomach.

"I love you Olivia." He placed a feather light kiss on the scabs and scars beginning to form. "I will love you until we die." Another soft kiss on the ugly blot on her stomach. "I would love you even if you only had one arm or two heads." He kissed her belly once more. "You are my heart and soul, Olivia.

Peter stretched out along her body, cuddling her close. "May I show you how beautiful you are to me? Or would it terrify you too much?" She shrugged, and he kissed her lips softly. She relaxed into the embrace, letting him run his hands down her sides to find the swell of her bottom, pulling her even closer to him. The buttons of his shirt dug painfully into her wounds and she cried out against his lips. "Honey?"

"Your shirt." She brought her hands up and began to undo the buttons, pushing the garment off his shoulders. "Hold me close?"

"Always." Liv heard him fumble with his belt and zipper, and then he was naked next to her. "I love you so much, darling." He kissed her sweetly and she felt his arousal against her leg.

Taking a deep breath, she looked into his eyes, certain she would disappoint him. "I don't know if I can do this, Peter. I'm so sorry." He kissed her once more and lifted his hands to cup her breasts, gently running his thumbs over her nipples. Her body responded to his touch, and she sighed, a smile spreading lazily across her face. She purred lowly as Peter kissed her deeply, melting into the touch.

"Go back to sleep, love. I'll be content with this tonight."

She nodded and plastered herself tightly to her husband. Her head came to rest on his chest and her eyes fluttered closed as he rubbed her back. "I love you so much, Peter," she whispered before giving in to sleep once more.

To Be Continued.

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