Wentz Is Addicted [REWRITE]

Chapter 11

"Are we gonna talk about your dad calling you?" I asked.  He looked up at me from his laptop.  He hated people coming into his home office without at least knocking and I knew that.  But I didn't care. 

"Are we gonna talk about you getting into a fist fight with a random guy for hitting your best friend?"

"Thats totally different Peter" I placed my hand on my hip. "And he called us fags.  Brendon didn't just fight him for no reason"

"I don't like my father.  I don't like my mother.  I don't like them asking about my husband and suggesting I get a prenup" That hurt a little.  I crossed my arms.

"D-do you want me to sign a prenup?" I asked gently.

"No.  I don't want you to sign a prenup Patrick, this relationship has never been about my money and you've made it very clear.  He has no right to suggest I get a prenup he hasn't spoken to me in four years" He closed his laptop "Come here"

"Why?"

"Because I want to see my husband" I walked over to him carefully.  He pulled me onto his lap "Has Nathan tried to contact you?"

"No.  Not since you yelled at him.  I haven't seen Bruce either" I snuggled my head into his neck "They're probably just scared of you" he chuckled "You're the scary husband"

"Am I actually saved in Brendons phone as scary husband?" He asked.

"Uhm" He laughed again "No?" I asked.

"I am.  That's okay.  If you're safe I'd gladly be known as the scary husband"

"You're not so scary to me" I lifted my head up "You're kinda cute actually"

"Kinda?" he asked.  I leaned in and pecked his lips.  "You're kinda a good kisser" he smiled.

"You're not so bad yourself" I said.  I leaned in to kiss him again but his phone rang.  "Ugh" I groaned.  I pulled the phone out of his pocket "Oh look at that, another unknown number" I smirked.

"Gimmie my phone" he laughed.  I answered pressing it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Pete?"

"No.  His husband.  Who is this?" I stared at Pete.

"Oh, hi.  It's Milly I interviewed you yesterday.  Can I talk to your husband?  It's important" Jealousy flared through me.

"No he's asleep sorry" I hung up before she could respond.  He raised his eyebrow at me. 

"Who was that?" he asked.

"Milly" I sassed.  He took the phone from me. 

"Patrick, are you jealous?" he smirked. 

"Yes" I grumbled.  At least I could admit it"

"Awh.  Baby" he kissed my cheek "Stop pouting I'm yours"

"She kept flirting with you yesterday" I pouted more.

"Yeah?  Well I was flirting with you" He kissed my jawline "And I was kissing you and looking at you and falling even more in love with you" I hugged his neck tightly burying my head into his shoulder.

"Mine" I pouted.

"Yes I'm yours" he laughed.  I hugged tighter.  His phone rang again.  Same number.  He picked it up this time but he put it on speaker to ease my anger.  "Hello?" he asked. 

"Pete?" she asked.

"Yes, how can I help you Milly?"  I glared at him.  He pressed his finger to his lips to shush me.