"I'm sorry about that to" Pietro sighed, "I couldn't think of anything to say. Someone asks me how I'm doing and all I can think of is: you mean besides having my humanity and free will stripped from me for... I don't even know how long I was there... sometimes it feels like days, sometimes it feels like years."

She rolled over to the bed and sat down on it, patting beside her for him to join her, where she slipped her hand into his and ran her fingers through her hair.
"I know the feeling all too well... We were gone about 3 months or so.... I had to ask Big Blue because my sense of time was altered with all the drugs they put me on... The Reach had been strapped down to a weird floating bed. Took away most of my clothes... It was terrible. It got so bad I started believing there was a bald man who kept showing up to show me a bit of comfort."

Pietro didn't sit next to her, he held her hand but he looked a little uncomfortable, "I uhh... I'm sorry, I think I just need a little time alone" he stated, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, "I kinda need a shower... maybe a long bath."

She nodded, "Of course. Take your time, love." she chuckled, "Some soap would help too." She pulled him close and kissed his forehead, "One step at a time. Now, I have a date with a very nice looking sofa chair." She slipped back into the wheelchair and rolled to the door. "Will you come down for dinner tonight?" She asked, hopeful.

"um..." Pietro hesitated, thinking about it a moment before nodding, "Yeah... I could try that."

A wide smile came across her face, "No pressure though. You don't have to talk or anything." She rolled out of the room talking to herself, happily. "Ok. If I take an hour nap, that'll leave enough time to make some dumplings..."

By the time supper came around Pietro still hadn't left the bathroom.

Beast had shooed Ciara out of the kitchen after she'd started making dumplings. Something about she needed to take it easy.

Ciara parked the wheelchair and walked over to the door of the bathroom and knocked, "Pietro? Is everything alright?"

There was a pause, "um... yeah?" he replied, a bit uncertainly.

"You've been in here for over 3 hours..." She took hold of the doorknob and entered, "I'm coming in."

"Wait!" Pietro exclaimed, quickly pulling the plug on the large, hot-tub sized bath. Unfortunately it was too late and a little hard to miss the red tinge as the water headed down the drain. The room was practically a sauna from all the hot water used over the past three hours. Pietro's skin was red from the heat and raw from scrubbing. The skin on his forearms were bleeding from the abuse of the loofah.

"Pietro!" Ciara grabbed the first aid kit and a cloth. She rushed into the tub, her light lavender cotton dress soaked up the tinted water. She pushed him to sit on the shelf seat and quickly got to work disinfecting and wrapping his arms. She was gentle and didn't say anything till his arms were fully wrapped.

By then, her garb was soaked and stuck tightly to her skin. She sat on him and held his head to her chest. "My sweet sweet wolf..." She held tightly to him, as if he would disappear if she let go.

Pietro held her close, burying his face in her hair and letting out a sigh, "I'm sorry" he apologized with a small voice, "I started scrubbing and... I guess I got carried away..."

"It's ok." She kissed his forehead and sat back running a hand along his jaw line, "I'm just glad you're alright..." Her hand slowly trailed down, it'd been so long since she'd been this close to him. She paused and simply stared before clearing her throat, "I..I guess we better..."

Pietro shifted a little awkwardly, "uh... yeah... dinner. I'll just... um..." he helped her out of the tub and quickly grabbed a towel. After everything he'd done with Queen Bee, he really wasn't that comfortable being so exposed in front of anyone anymore.

Ciara understood he'd needed time. Queen Bee had put him through so much. But it didn't stop her sex drive from wanting him. Her cheeks were flushed as she tried to calm herself by splashing some cold water from the tap in her face. "Yeah, dinner. course..."

She looked down at herself in the now wet dress. Hell. She was gonna have to get something else to wear. She turned, almost not wanting him to see the bum that was her stomach and disrobed before wrapping a towel around herself.

They'd moved her stuff back into the mansion for the time being... Just till she could manage on her own. She was gonna have to rip another one of her dresses to get it to fit.

Pietro looked at her a moment, then came up behind her and wrapped his arms around Ciara, "looks like I'm going to have to design you a maternity wardrobe"

She tensed up, not expecting him to sneak up on her. Damn it, she had been trying to get off of how much she missed his hawt body.
"Oh-" She squeaked before clearing her throat, "Yes, I... I've kinda been reduced to wearing Big Blue's t-shirts and putting a slit in some of my older clothes..."

"You're ruining my designs" Pietro mock-whined. His hug loosened and he hesitantly brought his hands to rest on her stomach as his chin settled on her shoulder, "... this is really happening... isn't it?"

She pouted, "I was in a rush.." She looked at his hands on her stomach and felt rather warm and fuzzy. "Y-Yeah. It is. Twins, a boy and a girl... I-I never was able to get around to ask you want your thoughts are on having children..." She said nervously.

"I wasn't expecting it" Pietro admitted, "but... despite everything that's been going on... it's kinda... exciting"

"Really?" She turned around, "YOu mean it?"

"Of course it is" Pietro smiled, "There's a little you and a little me in there" he poked her stomach, "and I'm poking them. haha, take that, poke poke poke"

Ciara couldn't help but laugh, "Hey, stop that. Th-that tickles." She laughed, trying to escape the many pokes, trying to keep the small towel around her frame and failing.

Eventually he stopped and shooed her out of the room so they could both actually get dressed