Counting Stars (Book Two in the Peterick Mpreg Series)

The Run and Go (Patrick's POV)

When I woke up, I had what was probably the world's worst hangover. I always regret drinking the day after and this is why. I just sat in bed for at least another hour and watched tv, but not before getting up and closing the curtains to block out the sun. After another half hour, I heard footsteps outside my door and then I remembered what happened. I remember being a complete asshole to both Joe and Andy. God, now I feel bad.

I heard a gentle knock on my door and I quickly got out of bed and opened the door. Joe was standing there and he looked upset about something.

"Ok, before you say anything, I'm sorry I was an asshole last night," I said.

"That's the least of my worries, Patrick, but thanks," Joe said.

"No problem," I said.

"Um, you might want to come downstairs," he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Can you just please come? There's something you need to hear," he said.

"Yeah," I said.

I went back into my room and turned the tv off and then followed Joe downstairs. I saw Andy standing in the kitchen and that was all, until I looked in the living room. Pete was sitting on the couch and I could see that his head was in his hands. I could also hear him crying. I just couldn't help myself, even after our fight yesterday, so I looked at Joe again and then ran to Pete. I picked him up and gave him a big, tight hug. He didn't object. He did the opposite actually. He hugged me tighter and cried harder into my shoulder. God damn him. I even started to cry a little. I hated seeing and hearing Pete cry. It broke my heart.

"P-Pete, baby, what's going on?" I asked.

"I-I can't tell y-you," he said. "Y-You're going to hate m-me."

"Baby, just tell me," I said.

"I-I can't," he said.

I looked at Joe and Andy and I could make out that Joe mouthed that I should just give him time. I nodded and just hugged Pete tighter. We eventually sat down and I still held Pete in my arms. He eventually calmed down about an hour later, but I still held him.

"Pete, hun, I'm sorry about last night," I whispered.

"I am too," he whispered.

"I didn't mean anything I said, I was just upset," I said. "I really do love you."

"I love you too," Pete said. "I really don't hate you like I said."

"I know you don't," I said. "I forgive you."

"I will always love you," he said as he snuggled up to me closer.

I wrapped my arms around him again and kissed his head. I looked over at Joe and Andy and they were smiling at me, but their smiles soon faded. Ok, whatever Pete isn't telling me must be pretty bad.

"Patrick," Pete said as he lifted his head and looked at me.

"Yeah, babe?" I asked.

"I-I think I can tell you now," he said, beginning to tear up again.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Y-Yeah," he said through his tears. "It'll be hard and you'll probably hate me, but you have to know."

"O-Ok," I said, suddenly getting a little scared.

"P-Patrick, I-I," he said as he cried harder. "God dammit."

"Just take your time, baby," I said as I hugged him again.

"I-I lost the b-baby," he stuttered out.

"Y-You what?" I asked, in total shock.

"I-I lost the baby, Patrick," he said. "I am so sorry."

At this point, he had his head on my lap and was crying hysterically. I was still trying to comprehend what he had just said, but while I was doing that, I pulled him onto my lap and he curled up and hid his head in my shoulder and cried even harder. I turned my head and looked at Andy and Joe. They were both tearing up a little and they nodded at me. Oh god. Pete really lost the baby... Pete's not pregnant anymore... It's gone...

I finally got it through my thick skull that Pete had, indeed, lost the baby. I started crying just as he was and I hugged him tighter.

"P-Patrick, I-I am so sorry," he said.

"Pete, b-baby, it's not y-your fault," I said through my tears. "T-This could h-happen to anyone."

"No, P-Patrick," he said. "I-It is my fault."

"No it's not," I said.

"Y-Yes it is," he said. T-The doctor even s-said so."

"T-The doctor?" I asked.

He continued to tell me that he went to the doctor before this because he was having really bad back pain and then he was actually urinating blood, which didn't seem to be good. He was able to get in right away, so he sped to the doctor's office and he met with him right away. He said he told the doctor everything that had happened yesterday and that he drank when he got to Brendon and Dallons' place. The doctor knew what had happened right away and that was, indeed, a miscarriage. He said that the doctor said it was cause by stress and then him drinking. So this was partly my fault too... I made him stressed.

"This is all my fault," I said. "If I hadn't have yelled at you and made you all stressed out to the point that you drank, then maybe the baby would still be here."

"Patrick, no," he said. "It's not your fault."

"Pete, hun, I am so sorry," I said as I cried again.

"I am too," he said as he cried into my shoulder again.