His Name Is Wentz

28

[There's only two chapters left in this guys then I'm writing the sequel💜]

Pete went back to work after a few days of not working.  Parts of me worried.  What if another man came to interview him and he was attracted to them?  What if he left me for a new submissive?  It was a terrifying thought.  Days seemed to drag on and on while he was at work. 

To Pete💜: Moo

From Pete💜: Rawr❤️💛💚💙💜 (dat means I love you in dinosaur)

To Pete💜: RAAAWWWRRR🐛🐛🐛

From Pete💜: ... that's a caterpillar Patrick

To Pete💜: :(( but the caterpillar loves you.  I'm da caterpillar

From Pete💜: You're not a caterpillar you're my silly bear🐻

To Pete💜: Can't I be both?

From Pete💜: sure but you're still my silly bear

To Pete💜: RAAAWWWWWRR🐛🐛🐻🐻

From Pete💜: I have to go silly bear❤️

To Pete💜: rawr🐛💛💙

He didn't respond after that.  My anxiety returned to me.  It wasn't just when he went to work either.  I had fears he would just find someone better and drop me.  Would he? 
•••••
I tried to keep my focus on the TV instead of Pete.  I would just break down in tears about everything that's been running through my head lately.  Castle wasn't on today so I was watching Sherlock re runs on BBC.  Pete was highly confused but he never watched the show. 

"Want some?" he asked holding a fork full of noodles to my mouth.  I shook my head without looking at him.  He dropped the fork into the bowl.  "What's wrong?" he asked in a serious tone.  I shook my head again.  What was I gonna tell him?  I'm scared someone better will come along and sweep you off your feet taking you from my arms but hey we can still have sex right?  No.  I needed to keep my damn mouth shut about it all.  "Patrick" he demanded.  He turned my head so I was looking at him.  He had a concerned look in his eyes.  I wanted to break down.  Everything hit me like a wave of bricks.  Adam.  Meagan.  My mom.  My fears.  Everything.  I pulled myself from his grip and ran upstairs sobbing.  I wanted to run.  Meagan wants to hurt me.  Because of me the one man my mom somewhat loves is in a coma.  Pete should leave me I'm a waste of fucking space.  I started hyperventilating around the room.  I was pacing around with my hands fisting my hair.  Pete tackled me onto the bed in a bear hug. 

"Breathe" he said sternly "Calm down" I took a deep, shaky breath.  "Explain to me why you're having a mental breakdown" he demanded.

"M-Meagan and Adam and you" I choked out.  His hand stopped running through my hair like it was.  He stiffened up a bit.

"What about me?" he whispered "Are you leaving me?"

"No!" I shrieked.  I sat up as fast as I could "No god no you're all I've got!" He let out a sigh of relief.

"Then what about me?" he asked.  This was so hard to do.  Talk about how I feel.  Isn't this supposed to make you feel better?  It made me feel worse. 

"I hate talking about how I feel" I whispered. 

"Talk to me baby" he rubbed my back soothingly.  I shut my eyes.

"I feel like you're gonna leave me. Like someone betters gonna come along and sweep you off you're feet.  Like, you met me and automatically wanted me" I stared at my hands.  His rubbing stopped.

"You really think I'd do that to you?" hr asked.

"That's just it I don't know.  My insecurities are so fucking bad that I trust you but they tell me not to.  I trust you with my life" I was shaking now. 

"Obviously you don't" he sat up as well.

"No.  Don't start.  Please" I looked outside too scared to look him in the eye.

"How dare you" he whispered.  Now I turned to look at him.  Pain was present in his eyes.  He wanted to cry.  "After everything we've been through how dare you say that to me"

"I'm sorry" I whispered.  I stared at my shoes.  "I trust you" Tears dripped onto the floor off my cheeks.  I sobbed loudly.  "I trust you" I repeated louder. 

"Don't you cry" He whimpered.  Now we were both crying "Your insecurities need to shut the hell up because I'm right here and I'm not fucking leaving" Pete sounded so broken at that moment.  My Pete Wentz sounded broken.  "And as for Meagan she's not laying a god damned finger on my baby.  Adams in a coma.  So shut up about him" He hugged me to his chest "You are not leaving my side.  You'll come to work with me and you'll never leave my fucking sight am I clear?  You will not leave me.  I love you" I heard the pain in his voice.  The pain that I caused.

"Okay" I mumbled.  I should have kept my mouth shut.

"I'm sleeping on the couch tonight.  I need to think" he mumbled.  He grabbed a pillow then left me alone with my thoughts.
•••••
The bed was empty.  I hated it.  I heard him tossing around downstairs.  He wasn't even sleeping.  I wanted to know what he was thinking about.  Us?  Me? God knows.  Next time I refuse to talk.  No matter what the fuck he says to me I'm keeping my feelings to myself.  The bedroom door creaked open slowly.  We both looked each other in the eye.

"I wish you didn't make me so weak" he said.  He placed the pillow on the bed next to me.  He tightly wrapped his arms around me and sighed in my ear. 

"I'm sorry" I mumbled.

"I know" he whispered.  We both stared outside at the stars.  They twinkled brightly.  He pointed to the brightest one up in the night sky.  "That's it.  That's our star" he said.

"How can you tell?" I asked.

"I've been watching it for a while.  It's always the brightest one in the sky.  I started to notice it when I realized I was falling in love with you" He dropped his arm so it was holding me again. 

"I'm so fucking sorry" I whispered.

"Stop saying that Patrick.  It's okay" he ran light kisses down my cheek "We'll be alright" he mumbled.