Not Sure If It Matters

Pack My Bags

Patrick woke up with tear stained cheeks and his phone in hand. He looked to see if Pete called or texted him, but nothing. He sat up and went upstairs. He softly opened Dylan's door to check on him. He saw that he was awake.

"Good morning Dylan" Patrick said as he went and took Dylan out of the crib.

"Hi, Mom" he said hugging Patrick like he does every morning.

"Let's change your diaper" Patrick had started going through his normal morning routine. He changed Dylan's diaper and changed him into a cute little outfit. He carried him as he went over to the guest room. He put Dylan down to walk a bit while he sent to wake up Bronx.

"Hey. Time to get up" he said as he sat on edge of the bed. "Come on, Bronx" he said as he shook him lightly.

Bronx slowly opened his eyes and sat up. He rubbed his eyes trying to get the sleepiness out.

"I'm gonna start on breakfast. I know how much you like pancakes" Patrick said getting out of the room so Bronx can change and what not.

He picked Dylan up and carried him downstairs to the kitchen. He placed him in his high chair and started working on the pancakes.

"Mom" Patrick turned to look at Dylan so he knew he had his attention. "Juice?"

"Okay" Patrick grabbed one of Dylan's cups that had a straw and filled it up with some juice. He placed it on the tray and Dylan grabbed it happily.

"Hey, Patrick" Bronx said sitting on one of the bar stools.

"Hey, buddy"

"Where's Dad at?" Bronx ask as he grabbed one of the apples from the fruit bowl.

"Um...Not really sure" he said truthfully.

"You guys okay?" Bronx never really liked when his dad and Patrick fought.

"Uh hopefully" Patrick made a plate for both the kids and gave it to them.

He sat down next to Dylan and cut his food into pieces. He then let him grab the fork and attempt to get pieces. He soon got use to it and ate while swinging his little legs.

His phone than rang. He grabbed it and saw that it was Pete. He quickly answered it.

"Peter. Thank god you fucking called. I was worried sick. You're missing breakfast with the kids and can you come home now, baby. I miss you" Patrick rambled.

"Wow. So he is married" Patrick was instantly confused when he heard the soft feminine voice.

"Who is this and why are you called from my husband's phone?" Patrick asked scared to hear the answer. He walked out to the living room cause he noticed Bronx was listening.

"Um, my names Meagan. I'm pretty sure Pete doesn't remember my name since he was so drunk. Um he sorta convinced me to have sex with him" Patrick shook his head and started crying. He can't believe he would do that to him.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't know he was married. He wasn't wearing a ring and he swore he wasn't in any relationship. I'm so sorry"

Patrick took a deep breath and said, "Why are you telling me this?"

"I feel like he wouldn't tell you. He's still asleep so I got his phone and called the contact that seemed couple like"

"Where you guys at? I can go pick him up" Patrick said as he wiped his tears.

"It's okay. I can take him home. I think it would be easier" she said. Patrick was just quiet. "You said kids earlier. How many do you guys have?"