Irresistible

Chapter two

Tori's POV

The alarm went off far too early in the morning. I never got up this early. Why was it going off? Where was Patrick?

Why wasn't he turning it off?!

I groaned and buried my head under my pillow. I could turn it off myself, but my body wasn't ready to exert that effort this early in the morning.

"Patrick." I said, voice muffled by the pillow.

There was no reply.

I removed the pillow long enough to repeat myself where he could hear me. But he still didn't answer.

I replaced the pillow, screamed into it, and heaved my body off the bed. I grabbed his phone, which was still blasting that god damned alarm, and violently turned it off.

"Patrick!" I yelled. Where the hell was he?

"Yes baby?" I heard him call up the steps.

"You didn't turn off your alarm when you woke up." I said as he entered the bedroom.

He was holding Declan, and I could hear Bronx watching cartoons downstairs.

"Where's Saint?" I asked.

"He's still sleeping in the nursery. I'm sorry, babe. Go back to bed. I'll take my phone back down with me so it won't wake you up." He said.

"Well I'm up now!" I snapped.

I snatched up a towel and stalked to the bathroom to take a shower.

As I was scrubbing my round tummy, I started to feel bad. There was no need to be so mean to Patrick. He didn't mean to wake me up. And maybe I should stop being so lazy and so bitchy.

I sighed as I got out of the shower and dried off. After I got dressed, I clutched the handrail of the stairs and waddled down.

I found Patrick in the kitchen, feeding Declan. Saint was awake now, fussing in his baby chair to be fed as well.

"I'm coming kid." Patrick said.

"Here." I said, picking Saint up and grabbing a bottle.

"I'm sorry." I said as I put the bottle in the microwave. "I didn't mean to be so mean upstairs. I feel bad. I shouldn't have yelled and I'll try to be nicer."

As I removed the now warm bottle of milk and gave it to the baby in my arms, I realized how many times Id told Patrick that exact same thing.

"It's okay, I know being pregnant isn't easy." Patrick said.

"Don't say that." I said.

"What?"

"No. I'm being a horrible person to you. Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean that you're not stressed out too. I'm sorry, babe. I really am. I'll try. I mean it. I really will." I said.

"Tori, baby, it's okay. Really. I know it's just mood swings." Patrick said.

"I don't care." I said.

He sighed. "Okay, okay. I forgive you. You'll do better. Let's talk about something more exciting, why don't we?" He said.

"Sure." I said, smiling.

"How about baby showers?" He asked.

"But we don't know what gender the baby is." I said.

"So? People will just bring neutral gifts. Gifts you can give to a boy or a girl." Patrick said.

"I guess." I said, shifting Saint.

"I'll see if Marie wants to throw one with Jamie?" Patrick asked.

"You don't have to do that. I will." I said.

"No. Baby, you should relax. You're not resting enough." He said.

"All I do is sleep, Patrick." I said.

"Restlessly. I sleep next to you, tori. You toss and turn. I'm looking into a new mattress for us." He said, laying Declan down and taking Saint and laying him next to our son.

"It's not the mattress." I said.

He and I both knew the reason I couldn't sleep was because of the nightmares that still haunted me. And also because of the stress about Pete. But that bothered both of us.

Patrick froze and stared at the wall a moment. "Of course." He whispered. "Tori, I'm so sorry. I didn't even think about that." He said.

"Don't be sorry." I said. "It's not your fault."

"I know it's not my fault, but I should be thinking about stuff like that." He said. "I'm still gonna get us a new mattress. Maybe it will at least help your back."

Ever since I had gotten pregnant, I had been dealing with the worst back pain. Part of it was the extra weight, but it was also because I couldn't get comfortable at night.

"Okay. Well go look together soon." I said.

"Okay. Babe, I have to go to the studio today. Declan is coming along to see Elisa. Will you be okay with babies, it would you like Jamie to come help you?" He said.

"Jamie." I said. "I can't take them both alone."

"Okay, I'll call her now. Eat some breakfast." He said.

He kissed my cheek and headed for the stairs. "Love you!" He called.

"Love you too." I mumbled to myself.