I Do I Did

Thirty Three

"We have Peter Wentz and Patrick-" The woman glanced away from the camera to face Pete and Patrick. "Do you still go by Wentz?"

"Yes." Patrick said through clenched teeth.

The woman had been giving him shit since the moment they walked into the door. It wasn't the same one who interviewed them last time. This was a black hair girl with light eyes. And despite the fact that she'd said her name seconds ago, Patrick couldn't remember it.

"Oh I'm sorry." She looks back at the camera. "I was just under the impression that Meagan still went by Wentz. So..." She trailed off comically.

"Meagan and I are undergoing a divorce." Pete said in a dull tone.

"You're divorcing the mother of your child to be with Mr. Stump?"

"It's Wentz." Patrick corrected in a hard tone.

"Right." She faked a smile.

"I'm divorcing Meagan because, while we do have a child together, we aren't relationship compatible."

"You were relationship compatible for about a year before Mr. Stump woke up."

"It's Wentz, Lady." Patrick snapped.

They haven't been on air for more than a few minutes and he was already done with this shit. He didn't have to sit here and take her bitchy attitude.

"The name is Sarah, not lady."

"After dealing with your unprofessional attitude, I don't very much care to know your name."

"If course. You don't care about anything but your own happiness do you, Mr. Stump?"

"It's Wentz!"

"Patrick, baby." Pete tried to console him by patting his thigh. "She just made a mistake."

He didn't believe that at all. Sarah was unprofessionally rude to them as soon as she met them. And by them, he meant Patrick. She even refused to shake his hand. It was like he'd personally offended her in some way.

"Cut to commercial." The producer of the show whispered to Sarah.

She ignored him completely.

"I heard from a very reliable source that Pete was planning on staying married to Meagan until you forced his hand."

"Forced his hand how?" Patrick could guess who that reliable source might be.

"They didn't say."

"Well then they weren't as reliable as you claim, huh?"

"Maybe not." She pursed her lips and shrugged easily. Ignoring the frantic movements of her producer trying to tell her to cut to commercial. "But the videos and photos of you with some unknown man are reliable."

Patrick didn't speak right away. Pete watched his face morph from sort of pissed off to very pissed off.

"Cut to commercial." The man called again.

"No way." One of the camera crew members laughed. "This is gold. We're going to have rating out of our ass."

"No comment, Mr. Stump?" Sarah smirked.

"The man I've been seen with is nothing more than a friend."

"Oh, that's funny." She lifted her phone onto the table and scrolled through a few things. "Most people aren't this close to their friends."

She held up her phone. Revealing a picture from the bar on Patrick and William's second date. Of Patrick and William kissing. Patrick didn't bother asking how she got that picture. People always had their phones out recording everything.

Pete could feel his skin began to prickle at the sight of his husband kissing another man. But he wouldn't react on it. At least not on live television. He and Patrick would discuss it later.

"That was all in good fun." He smiled tightly. Squeezing Patrick's thigh.

"Very good fun." She agreed with him snottily. "Maybe someone who finds this 'fun' shouldn't be the person you're trying to raise your child with."

"Excuse me?" Pete's defensive wall came up at the mention of his unborn baby.

"A baby needs a mother and a father to raise them." She glanced over at Patrick who'd been sitting there quietly since she showed the picture of him. "Not a mother, a father and a, for lack of a better word, slut."

"Patrick is by no means a slut."

"No. Just a homewrecker who snatched a child's future family away."

"If you understood anything about family, you would understand that it doesn't matter what kind of parents a child has. As long as it's loved and cared for, it'll be just fine."

"He doesn't seem capable of caring for a child to me. My source also informed me of his alcohol habbit."

"Maybe your source is just a jealous bitch."

"Maybe you're in denial." She smiled and turned back to the camera. "We have to cut to commercial. But we'll be right back with Mr. Wentz and the incompetent, Mr. Stump."

As soon as the cameras stopped recording, Patrick stood up and rushed off the set. Pete groaned in aggravation. Standing and slapping his glass cup of water off the table in an attempt to let out some of the rage he was feeling. It shattered against the wall behind them.

"Meagan's my best friend, asshole." Sarah whispered the words to Pete cooly.

"Mr. Wentz!" The producer and some other man Pete didn't know came rushing onto the set.

"I'm going." Pete said calmly.

"No!" The other man begged. "Please. We apologize for the host. She went completely off script and -"

"She's fucking fired!" Pete pointed at her angrily. He didn't have the power to fire her. But he knew it would get done if he wanted it to.

The man quickly nodded in agreement. "You're fired, Sarah. Pack your things."

"But Mr. Todd!" Her eyes widened.

"I hope your best friend can find you another job." Pete mocked before storming off to find Patrick.