35. FOREVER

“What is this?”

I groaned, looking ahead to Peter who was blind folded.

Five days and he stopped looking like a ghost. A tux was on his body, a pair of hospital slippers on his feet. I heard the fit he threw three rooms away when they told him to get in a tux and pull on a blindfold. I could already see a bid of sweat from him being out of bed and about. He was still weak but that didn’t stop him from ordering one hit after another on the Italians. It was a bloodbath in the Italian territory for sure. Peter had pulled all resources and declared war which he was winning.

I finally reached him, turning to face him, biting away the smile from my lips.

“Daisy?” He questioned.

I don’t even know how he agreed to be led here but I was happy he hadn’t fought it.

I turned to the pastor, nodding my head.

“We are gathered here to witness the union between….”

I chuckled out loudly and found myself stumbling into Peter as he tugged me to him, a large grin on his face.

“I knew you were up