A Perfect Mistake (Book One in the Peterick Mpreg Series)

Comeback of the Year (Pete's POV)

"Are you all packed up, hun?" my mom asked me.

"Yeah, I think so," I said. "Thanks for the help."

"No problem," she said as she smiled. "Now, lets load up and go to the hospital and say goodbye to your father."

"Sounds good," I said.

I was able to catch and earlier flight back to Patrick, so my mom helped me pack and was going to bring me to the airport after we said goodbye to my dad. He's doing better actually. The hospital got him stabilized early yesterday morning, so what I said to Patrick was true. He progressively got better during the day yesterday and then during the night. He's still not great, but he's good enough right now, so I felt ok about leaving.

My mom and I arrived at the hospital a short ten minutes later and walked in and went to my father's room.

"Petey!" he said as he smiled.

"Hey dad," I said as I chuckled.

"How are you doing? Are you ready to head back to Patrick?" he asked.

"I'm good and yeah," I said. "I hope he's alright."

"I'm sure he is," he said as he smiled again.

"How are you feeling? Feeling better since last night?" I asked.

"A little," he said. "Definitely glad to feel this good, though."

"That's good," I said as I smiled.

"Pete, honey, I'm sorry to interrupt, but we have to get going," my mom said as she looked at her phone.

"Oh, alright," I said as I gently hugged my father goodbye.

"Bye Pete," he said as he hugged me tightly. "And Pete."

"Yeah?" I asked.

"You're an amazing person and Patrick is so lucky to have you by his side," my dad said.

"Thanks dad," I said as I smiled and hugged him again.

My mom hugged and kissed him goodbye and said she'd be back shortly. After that, her and I left the hospital and got into the vehicle and made our way to the airport. Once we finally got there, my mom grabbed a bag of mine, while I grabbed the other, and then we walked in and found my gate. My plane wasn't due to take off for another hour, but we wanted to get there early.

She stayed with me for a good fifteen minutes before she left to go back to my dad. I made sure to tell her to call me if anything good or bad happens with dad. I am worrying about him already, but I'm also worried like hell about Patrick. What if something happened and he couldn't get to a phone? What if he's laying on the floor completely helpless? God, Pete, you need to calm down before you have a panic attack in the airport.

About forty minutes later, they called my ticket number and I gladly got up and boarded. The plane ride was only a good hour or a little more, so that was a good thing. That means that there's less time until I get to see Patrick, until I get to see the love of my life and hug and kiss him.

My plane landed exactly and hour later back home. God, I was so happy to be back, I could barely contain myself. I was smiling the entire way I went to go find my luggage. Once I got it, I practically sprinted outside and jumped into the cab I called for. On the way home, I sent Patrick a text letting him know I was going to be home soon, but he didn't reply. I didn't get worried though because he was probably sleeping or something.

I finally arrived home a half hour later and quickly payed the driver and grabbed my things. I was getting super excited again, so it took me a little bit to get the door open with the key; I was shaking so bad. I opened the door and dropped my bags and shouted for Patrick, but my shout instantly got cut short.

"Patrick! Oh my god! Baby!" I said as I ran to him hunched over the counter in the kitchen.

*A/N*

it's happening.

I'm eating snow.

this is a glorious thing.