Patrick's Pov
At dinner that night everything was quite. My mom would be talking now and then about the wedding, which was the last thing on my mind. Elisa would talk to her and I would nodded at everything they said.
"Patrick, honey you what do you think?"
I looked up at my mom losing my thoughts, "uh, what was that?"
"What's wrong Rick, you been awfully quiet." she said looking at me concerned.
"Maybe he's too busy thinking of Pete." Elisa says before taking a bit of food from her plate.
I shook my head, she been acting like this ever since he left. I don't think a gave her any reason to be mad.
"Honey, I think we should talk about Pete... I know he's the father but he has to understand your relationship with Elisa and not get in it."
I put my fork down and looked at my mom, "Pete isn't doing anything wrong. He is just wanted to know how the baby was."
"Well the baby isn't even born yet... He should only see you at the appointments and not at home."
My mother smiled, "I agree with Elisa, the baby isn't born yet and the appointment dates could be when he can see the baby until it's born."
"Mom, Elisa... This is my baby with Pete and I will appreciate if you guys don't get in this."
"So what, you want to hurt our relationship again?"
"No, but..."
"Then fix it." Elisa stood up from the table and went upstairs to the room. There was a loud door slam after.
"You should go see her."
"I'll let her be alone for a while... So mom are you going to be staying here tonight?"
"No, I'll leave you both alone. So you could fix your relationship again."
Of course that night we didn't fix anything. When I went to go talk to her the door was locked and all she told me was to leave her alone. I spent the night in the guest room. Sleeping in my uncomfortable clothes. I didn't want to take them off especially now since I'm pregnant and very insecure about my body.
When I woke up in the morning Elisa was in the kitchen eating breakfast. It smelled really good and I'm craving were going off like crazy I wanted chocolate chip pancakes.
Elisa was putting her plates in the sink. She was already dressed and her purse was on the table.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Out with a couple of friends, I will be back later." She says as she left the house, still mad.
I ignored it for now and focused on my cravings. I looked in kitchen and noticed there was nothing left over on what Elisa made. I looked at the fridge and realized I had to go shopping soon. Disappointed, I found a packet of chocolate poptarts and ate that instead.
As I was half way eating there my second one, other was a knock at the door. I went to go answer it, it must of be my mom wanting to know what happened.
I answered it and Pete was standing right in front of me with a grin on his face holding a white grocery bag.
(Yay! I love writing:) I've even written a new Peterick story for the new year it's called Stepfather and it would be amazing if you guys read it!)
