4:03 AM

Chapter 2

Petes POV

I groggily rub my eyes as I hear Declan crying in the room next to us. I slip out of Patrick's grip and go into the toddlers room.
"Hey little man" I smile and take Declan into my arms
He Cooed and giggled. If only life was this simple.
I sat Declan down as I went to pick out one of his outfits for the day. I walked towards the closet as I start to hear whimpering... Guess someone's clingy today.
I quickly grab a onesie and a new diaper as I swoop up the crying child. Hopefully he didn't wake up Patrick. He doesn't get sleep much anymore.
I went downstairs and started to make some breakfast for the three of us. Only burning about 4 pancakes...okay 6.
I set Declan into his high chair and gave him some strawberries and a mini pancake. He began to happily eat.
I crept upstairs to Patrick and jumped on top of him. He responded with an "oofph!" I just laughed and attacked him with kisses.
"Pp-et-tee!" He said between giggles.
"It's time to get up my love." I said as I pull him up. Ruffling his bed head and kissing his forehead.
"Declan is downstairs eating, your food is waiting for you." I winked and returned to Declan covered in strawberry. Luckily he wasn't wearing anything but a diaper. I sigh and pick up the giggling mess. Patrick comes down and gasps, laughing a few seconds later. At those moments Declan was rubbing his sticky fingers through my hair. Great... Now I need a shower.
"Go eat , I'll go get us cleaned up." I say as going to the bathroom
Patrick nodded and went into the kitchen.

After we were clean, We had decided to go to the park and spend the day outside. It was beautiful.
I set the squirming 1 1/2 year old in his stroller and grabbed Patrick's hand, pushing Declan with my other. We arrived at the park and sat on a blanket in the field.

We left a few hours later and went home. Beginning our nightly routine. Dinner, cuddles, read Declan to bed, bedtime.
Sighing as I took Patrick into my arms. Knowing what will happen in a few hours. I wish his nightmares would end.

Patrick's POV

I always felt bad for waking Pete up. Every morning. I was curious about what Pete does when I have an episode... Maybe I should experiment. I had pretended to fall asleep , soon I heard soft snores from Pete. I cuddled against him and sighed. I had a few hours before I would technically have an episode. So I just sat in my own thoughts.

What if Pete is with you because he pities you? Maybe he doesn't love you. Maybe you should just ki..

I shook my head. It's dangerous to be in my own thoughts. I realized that I had gotten myself all worked up. Slightly shaking, I was breathing heavily. It was 3 now.
Pete kind of stirred but not much, he held me tighter. Making a "shhhh" noise whilst rocking us. I smiled, he's so cute
I slowly calmed down and without intention, I fell asleep.
I woke up, at 4:03.. In Petes arms, once again.
Will I ever get a break?