I Do I Did

Thirty One

Meagan slammed the door on her way out the next morning. She'd gotten the maids to pack her things and take it to her car. She didn't make a scene or start a screaming match. Which Pete was very grateful for.

It wasn't like this was the last time they'd see her. He was going to a doctor's appointment with her for the baby in two weeks. As long as that baby was there, Meagan would be a part of their lives. But at least she wasn't living with them anymore.

"Is she really gone?" Brendon came walking out of the kitchen in his pink, fluffy robe.

"Yeah." Pete sighed. He wasn't sure if it was in relief or sadness. Maybe a little bit of both.

"Yes!" Brendon jumped in the air. Clapping his hands and spinning around. "She's gone. She's gone!" He chanted.

"Brendon, I told you to be nice about it." Ryan walked out behind him in a matching purple one.

"I am being nice about it."

"How are you being nice if you're clapping and laughing?"

"At least I'm not throwing a fucking party."

"I'm going to go check on Patrick." Pete pointed towards the stairs.

Neither of them were listening to him though. They were too busy discussing the proper etiquette for how to and how not to react when someone's pregnant, soon to be ex wife moves out.

Pete rushed up the stairs two at a time to find Patrick. He knew he was just in his room. He said he didn't want to be downstairs while Meagan was leaving. He'd said that it was bad enough she was being force to leave. She didn't need to be reminded of why she was being forced to leave.

Which was weird. Pete knew how much Patrick hated Meagan. He'd thought that he would want to be there just to mock her. But obviously he was wrong. That just made him more confident in his decision to pick Patrick. He was the nicest man Pete had ever met.

Patrick's room door was closed but Pete didn't bother knocking. When he opened the door, Patrick was lying on his bed, doing something in his phone. Was he texting? Pete tried not to let jealousy jump to his skin. They were happy now. He had nothing to worry about. But he still had to ask.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

He sat down on the edge of the bed. Patrick turned the phone away from him. Blacking out the screen and placing it on the pillow. Pete tried to ignore it.

"Nothing."

"Just looking at the screen?" Pete was only half teasing.

Patrick laughed lightly. "No." He sat up and leaned into Pete. "I was just scrolling through a few things."

"What things?"

"Just stuff, Pete."

His tone became defensive. Pete let it go. Not in the sense that he was just going to pretend it never happened. But in the sense that he would stop talking about it for now. Because it would inevitably end in an argument. And he definitely didn't want to argue with Patrick right now.

"Well, Meagan's gone."

"Really?"

"Yeah." He nodded solemnly.

"We're happy about this, right?"

"Oh course."

"Thank you." Patrick's voice was softer. Pete turned his head to look at him. "I just know that must have been hard for you."

"I'm very satisfied with my choice." He squeezed his hand briefly.

Patrick smirked. "Well I'm glad I could satisfy you."