"go on, Saint. say hi to that boy! look, he must like Star Wars too, see his shirt?" Pete said, pushing his 4 year old towards the smaller boy.
Pete was the single father to a beautiful baby, Saint, and the owner of a recording studio in town. even though Meagan passed away, Pete was perfectly content with life. the only thing he was missing was a partner.
"hey," Pete heard and he looked up away from his kid and the blue eyed boy.
"you that kids father?" the man asked pointing to Saint.
"uh, yeah," he said as he looked at the man. he had a black cardigan over a maroon shirt and some black skinny jeans. plus glasses and a fedora, with bright blue eyes and strawberry blond hair.
"are you the blue eyed kids dad?" Pete asked the man.
"yup, that's Declan. great kid, I'm glad he's making friends. I haven't been able to take him out much, since his mom left and I've been busy looking for a job..." the man rambled. "oh, how rude of me, I'm Patrick."
"I'm Pete. that's Saint. and yeah I get it. when saints mom died, I've had trouble finding time to take him out. and, not to be nosy, what's the job you're looking for. maybe I know a guy..." Pete said with his infamous smirk.
"ah," Patrick said scratching his head "um, I'm a musician. can't find anyone to sign me, ya know?"
"oh, hey, I own a record company. maybe you could come and try out on Monday?"
"oh my god, thank you Pete, that's-"
he was cut off by the two boys running towards them.
"daddy! can Saint sleep over! pwease!" asked Declan.
"I don't know. Pete, can he?"
Pete laughed and smirked.
"only if I can."
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"I pronounce you husbands, you may now kiss!"
Saint smirked towards Declan.
"this is so cool!" the 8 year old exclaimed "now we're brothers!"
