Peter played with your fingers on a daily basis. Whether it’s waiting for the train, while cuddling, while watching tv, or even during class.
It became a habit.
For him as well as for you. Whenever he was nervous or anxious. He grabbed ahold of your hand, gently of course, as laced his fingers with you, sometimes even playing with rings you had on them.
It’s became a must.
He soon found out that you enjoyed it very much. It relaxes you, it made you feel as if stress was being evaporated from your body. He would sometimes get some plastic rings from toys to place them on yours. You absolutely loved it.
Those small plastic rings were what made you giggle and blush, until one specific ring. It was a haribo ring but it held so much power and love behind it. For he placed it upon your ring finger on your left hand.
“Peter what are you doing?”
“Placing a ring on your finger until I can get a real one.” He blushed, yet looked at you with such loving eyes.
You couldn’t help but smile as well and giggle.
“Baby, if I don’t eat it, it’ll rot.”
“Oh you can eat it, but just so you know, I’ll get you a real on soon.”
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