The Beauty Behind The Psycho's Creation

Jet Pack Blues

(Pete's POV)

I was not the bad guy here! I wasn't. He left. He chose her! We were over when Brendon came. SO I WAS NOT THE BAD GUY! There was no bad guy. Patrick was a married man who went to visit his wife and son. I was a free man who fucked another really hot free man. And Brendon was married but in a very open marriage with his wife. So I didn't get why Patrick was pissed at me. I wasn't even mad at him anymore. And i definitely didn't understand why Brendon and Patrick were pissed at each other. They were both happily married men. It's not like either one of them were fighting for me.

So that's why I was outside of Patrick's house right now. After six at night. In the rain. To get some answers. It was already nearing Thanksgiving. I didn't want to bring in that big new years party with tension in the room. MJ was back at my house babysitting Bronx and probably spoiling Saint. She's been a big help. If things had gone a little differently I would have probably married her. I walked out of the car and knocked on Patrick's door. What I wasn't expecting was Elisa to open it.

"Pete?" She held their new son in her arms. Rocking him gently as she stood there. Declan was his name. The name Patrick's father almost gave him. And as much as I'd hate to admit it, Elisa seemed like a good mom.

"Is Patrick in?" She looked hesitant. Like she was about to lie to me. "He's expecting me." I lied first. Her eyes narrowed but she stepped aside.

"Every morning when I visit with Declan, he's been in the basement. He's stayed in there for hours at a time. And then he goes back after dinner."

"Recording?" She nodded. Why was she telling me this?

"I-I love Patrick, Pete." How nice. I rolled my eyes and headed to the stairs that led to the basement. "But he loves you." I stopped and turned back to face her. She was frowning. A dark look taking over her features. "I don't know why he would."

"Thanks?" I said sourly.

"I just mean, look at the things you've done to him. Said to him. In the past you'd leave him so fast I'd have to double check that you weren't wearing some kind of jetpack." She laughed at herself. It was a soft, hurt laugh. "And I've been nothing but good to him for years. I sat back and watched you two together. Turning a blind eye. Even after we were married. And he still won't love me like he loves you." She choked on the last words and a broken sob mixed in with it.

"Elisa-"

"He even asked for our son's middle name to be Kingston." Her grip loosened on Declan as she sobbed. "Your fucking middle name! And when I said not he was mad at me! Me!"

I gently pried the infant from her arms and she let me. Knowing that she wasn't in a stable condition. I lifted him up so that he was inches from my face. And his blue eyes stared into mine. Blue eyes that were just like Patrick's. He was just at beautiful as Saint. A part of me wanted the child to look nothing like Patrick. A part of me wanted to resent this baby. But how could I hate the eyes identical to the ones I feel in love with?

"I'm going to take him down the the basement to see Patrick."

"He's not down there." She said through her cries. "He drove off about five minutes before you arrived. H-He went to see you."

"Patrick's on his way to my house?" She nodded. Her brown eyes looking sadly into mine. Dark rings outline them. Visible even with her glasses on. She didn't look well at all. "Elisa, I-I'm going to take Declan with me to Patrick."

"No!"

"Elisa, you're in no condition to be taking care of him alone right now. You need sleep. MJ will be there, if you don't trust me."