A Picture Can Speak a Thousand Words (Peterick)

Contemplation

A/N I'm so sorry for not updating for a while! I'm also sorry for never having authors notes in case thats a bad thing umm... I feel like I'm not really interacting with you guys and I would love to so drop me a message if you like! I'm super awkward though so sorry. Thank you all so much for reading and liking my story, it means so much. And every single one of your comments has made me laugh or just happy inside. Anyway I'll shut up now - here's your chapter

"So you were dating her when you first kissed me and shit?" I spat, my expression monotone.

"No! No, fuck Patrick, no. Of course I wasn't. She's due in a couple of months. This happened like half a year ago. We decided to keep the baby and it's too late now to turn back." I contemplated his reaction and it seemed to be all truth. My anger and hostility subsided slightly, letting me relax into the armchair in the corner of Pete's room, my eyes still stabbing into Pete on his bed. He was looking down into his hands, perched with tension on the end of his black and red checkered bed.

I felt somewhat sorry for him, but the fact he'd kept such a secret from me made my blood boil once more. But he was pretty much innocent. But- ugh! This was so confusing. I loved Pete, I really did. It was hard to love him when he was pulling stunts like this though. Lucky for him I didn't like to hold grudges.

"Pete. Just answer one question." He raised his head to meet his sad, pleading eyes with my own. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was scared," he sighed, as did I instantly after him. I guess that was the only answer I'd be getting from him. I did feel more sorry for him now, after hearing the bare vunerability of his voice.

My first instinct was to go and cradle him in my arms and tell him I was sorry, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Why was I so difficult?

Pete was already making his way towards me himself. What would I do? I couldn't deny him affection when he seems so upset. I hesitantly walked to him and wrapped my arms around his trembling body. He seemed so small when he wasn't guarding his emotions. I felt like we'd swapped places; him being the small, bullied one and me being his saviour.

"I'm so sorry, Patrick. I promise I would have told you eventually. Please don't hate me - I love yo-" he cut himself off when he realised what he'd said and let out a sob. I pushed him away and held him at arms length, as awkward as it seemed with him being the taller one.

"Pete, stop worrying. I don't hate you at all. I love you too." I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. It seemed contagious when Pete grinned back, his tears making him look a little rough. I couldn't help but wipe them away with my sleeve and kissed both of his cheeks, then his smiling lips.

Just as Pete was about to say something, I pressed my finger to his lips and attacked his neck with kisses. It worked, instantly making him melt against me. He sweeped me off my feet, taking me to his bed and throwing the covers over both of us. I couldn't help but giggle, wrapping my arms around the Pete that was now on top of me.

He kissed down my neck, making me shiver and pull him closer. Just as I felt his tongue slide down to my collar bone he said something. Something that I didn't care about until I thought of what he'd said.

"The baby could be ours if you like. This could be us pretending to make it," his hot breath whispered against my skin, every syllable brushing against my neck like a warm summer's breeze. I could feel myself blushing wildly.

Oh. Dear. Lord.