I Do I Did

Thirty

"Meagan, we need to talk."

Those were the same words Pete used when he broke up with her the first time. He didn't mean to use them again, they just slipped out. Meagan's face hardened.

"I thought we already talked in the house."

"We did. But we need to talk again."

"Does he have to be here when we talk?" She nodded her head towards Patrick.

"I-I need him to be here."

It was true. If Patrick left, Pete knew there was a chance he wouldn't go through with it. He'd look into Meagan's pleading, sweet eyes and crack under pressure. She knew exactly what to say and do to get him to stay. Pete needed Patrick by his side. Holding his hand, to remind him of why he was ending it with Meagan.

"Pete." She said his name as a warning. "Please don't do this."

"I have to, MJ."

She stiffened slightly at the use of her nickname. "No. You don't."

"I do. I don't want to hurt you anymore." His voice cracked. Patrick squeezed his hand.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING NOW?" She screamed the words.

"It'll hurt right now. But you'll thank me in the future."

"Don't tell me what the fuck I will feel!"

"Mj-"

"Stop fucking calling me that!"

"I'm sorry."

"You're always sorry, Pete." She slid to the edge of the bed and stood. "You're sorry you broke up with me the first time." She took a step towards him. "You're sorry you fucked up my modeling contract." Another step. "You're sorry you pulled me away from my fiance because you needed someone. You're always just sorry." She was standing directly in front of them now. "Because you're a sorry excuse for a fucking man!" She yelled in his face.

Pete clinched his teeth. Taking a deep breath to calm himself.

"I want a divorce."

"No shit, Sherlock!" She laughed dryly. It was a broken sound. Pete wanted to cry a little.

Pete slipped his hand out of Patrick's. He reached out to cup her face with both hands. Meagan weakly leaned into his hands. Her pissed off persona slipping into desperation. Her dark eyes began watering as she looked into Pete's solemn ones.

This wasn't like their first breakup. Sure, Meagan felt the same emotions. Anger, betrayal, confusion and heart break. But Pete wasn't the same cold person. He felt horrible for doing this to her again. That was thanks to Patrick. Patrick taught him how to feel. And he wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing at the moment.

"Don't do this." She said again. This time in a whisper.

Pete wiped the wetness from her face with his thumbs.

"Meagan, I care about you. But you have to understand that I love Patrick more."

"But why?" Her hands came up to rest on top of Pete's. "He's not as attractive as I am. His body isn't as perfect as mine. He has no sense of fashion. He can't cook. He never listens to you-"

"Patrick is my soulmate."

"I'm your soul mate!" She ripped his hands away from her face.

Pete flinched at the sudden mood swing.

"No." He said as softly and as cautiously as possible. "You're not."

"I'm not signing any divorce papers."

"Then we'll do it the hard way."

"You can't do this! We were supposed to be a happy family. I don't even want this baby without you."

"Meagan, don't say stupid things."

"It's the truth. I can't raise a kid on my own."

"You won't be on your own. I won't abandon my child. We'll share custody-"

"I won't let my son be raised in a house of faggots!"

"You're such a bitch." Patrick finally spoke.

Meagan glared at him. A small smile playing around her lips. Making her look slightly insane.

"Dont you worry." She tilted her head to the side. "You're going to get what's coming to you."

"The only thing I've got coming to me, is my husband."

"My husband."

"Not anymore."

"You think you've won, huh?"

"No. I just think you've lost."

Meagan's fist connected with Patrick's face before he could move away. He stumbled back unsteadily. Pete's arms instinctively wrapped around him. Holding him upright.

"Meagan, I want your things out of my house by tomorrow morning."

Meagan didn't say anything. But damn did it feel good to finally punch that little homewrecker in the face. There was a low pounding sensation in her knuckles. She rubbed her hand as she walked out of the room.

"That. Fucking. Hurt!" Patrick blinked back the tears filling his eyes. His finger tips touched around his cheek gently.

"Here. Let me see." Pete moved his hands out of the way. "Nothings bleeding."

"That doesn't mean it didn't hurt!"

"She's only like a hundred pounds-"

"Yeah. A hundred pounds of evil."

"You're being dramatic."

"She punched me in my face!" He shrieked. "I think she broke something. Can you break your cheek?"

"I don't know. I don't think so."

"I'm asking a doctor!" Patrick held the side of his face in his palm as he walked out of the room.

Pete sighed and followed behind him.

(Eh, I don't really like this chapter. But I couldn't think of another way to do this scene so..... Better chapter coming soon.)