The Beauty Behind The Psycho's Creation

Favorite Record

(Pete's POV)

"Merry Christmas, Daddy." Bronx Rushed up to me with the very badly wrapped gift. I could see the silver and black box under the red and green wrapping paper.

"I wonder what it is!" I said in an over animated voice. Bronx giggled. I tore the paper easily from the gift and gasped. It was a watch. A really nice watch to be honest. I turned it to the side and read the label. Maurice Lacroix. I'd never heard of it. "This is awesome buddy." I hugged Bronx and he giggled harder."

"Mommy took me into the shop and told me to pick whatever I wanted, daddy. So I picked that one."

"That would explain why the face of it is pink." I laughed. "Thank you buddy."

"Saint and I got you something too." MJ held the baby tightly in her arms with the wrapped gift in front of it. I grabbed up my youngest son and the gift.

I could seriously say this is the best Christmas I can remember having in a long time. The whole band was here. Joe had come in early with Marie and Ruby. Andy of course came alone. Patrick, Elisa and Declan weren't far behing. And Megan came in last with Saint. Of course Bronx was already here. He'd spend Christmas eve with Ashlee and her parents. I'd gotten Ashlee the same thing I'd given here every year since Bronx was born. A new charm for the bracelet I'd bought her when we first met. I got Joe and Andy bitching T-shirts that says 'I know the world's best bassist.' With a huge picture of my face on it. Joe got Marie a new car. Patrick got Elisa a bracelet similar to the one I'd gotten Ashlee all those years ago. Everyone got Everyone something. Down to the babies getting swarmed with an array of toys they wouldn't even be able to use any time soon. It was hard to keep up with all the gifts.

"You got me something, little guy?" I cooed at my son as I unwrapped the gift that was from MJ. I pulled out a shirt with a picture of Saint and Bronx sleeping next to each other on it. The long sleeves on the shirt read World's Best Dad. "I love it MJ."

"Do you really?"

"Of course. How could I not?" I lifted the small box beside me and put it in her hand. "Saint and I got you something too."

"Thank you." I knew it was a pretty lame gift. I'd meant to get her something better but I was a last minute shopper. It was a thin, gold locket chain with a picture of new born Saint in it. When she popped open the locket, her eyes watered. "Pete" She leaped over and pulled me into a tight hug. Making sure not to squish the kid. "I love it, I love it so much. Thank you!" I smiled into her hug.

MJ was such a great person. Sometimes I felt bad about the way our relationship was. Sometimes I thought about how it would be if I'd met her before I was with Patrick. She was definitely somebody I could see myself marrying. I almost laughed at the thought. No matter how good things were going, I always thought something could be better.

"That's a pretty long hug." Patrick coughed. Everyone laughed.

"Sorry." MJ pulled away, taking Saint back to sit him in her lap.

"What'd you get me?" Patrick asked slyly. "I want a reason to hug you like that."

"That really big present over there?" I motioned to the last wrapped present near the tree. "That's yours."

The room was filled with a childish series of oohs and ahhs. Patrick smiled questioningly before getting up from his place on the floor beside me and walking over to the gift. Hr dropped to his knees and began tearing the wrapper from it. His hands jumped to his face to cover the gasp that slipped from his lips. He was visibly shaking. I'd expected a positive reaction. Not this. I got up and stood over him. He moved one shaking hand from his face to lift the lid of the antique record player up. When he looked at the record in it, he let out a strangled cry.