The Baby Doll Fic

A Trip Down Memory Lane (BD's POV)

CRASH! BANG! "Shi-" I hear arising from the couch, with a throbbing migraine. I see Patrick in the kitchen making breakfast, which is pretty odd because he never cooks.

"Good morning, babe," I say, stretching and extending my arms out, but immediately holding my head in pain.

"Hey, Babydoll. Are you okay?" Patrick replied.

I took in a deep breath, "Yeah, I'm fine." I say.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I made breakfast." He tells me with a grin, coming over and bringing me a plate of food.

I smile at him and gladly take the plate, "You never cook..." 

He huffed and rubbed his neck a bit, "Yeah, I felt pretty bad about last night so I wanted to make up for it. I got a little jealous about Pete and all, especially because he's a pretty big flirt."

"Why would you even be jealous of him? I'm dating you."

He sighs, "I know, I just felt insecure in the moment."

I frowned and set aside my plate, pulling him close instead, "I love you, Patrick, okay?"

"I know baby," He responded, pulling me in for a quick kiss. 

I smiled up at him but felt pain shoot through my head once again. I grit my teeth and hold onto my temples, groaning at the pain.

"Is your head hurting?" He asked.

"Yeah, but it's fine." I retaliated.

"Oh, no! My poor babydoll. I'll get you some ibuprofen." He said, kissing my forehead and heading back to the kitchen, looking for the pills in the cabinet. After a bit of shuffling, he popped his head back out of the kitchen, "I'm gonna need to grab some at the store babydoll, is that alright?"

"That's fine." I slouch on the couch, still holding onto my head.

Patrick grabs his wallet and leaves, closing the door behind him. I got up and locked the door after he left.

I went back to the couch and sat down, using the remote to go to Netflix and begin watching That 70s Show. About 10 minutes into the episode, my cell phone started ringing.

  Incoming call from: Pete

"Hey, Pete?"

"DANI! IS PATRICK HOME? ARE YOU HOME?" He starts yelling.

"Pete, calm down. I'm home and Pat isn't. Why, what's up?"

"Open your door, I'm here." and hung up.

Is he serious? I walk over to the door and unlock it. Once he finally enters the apartment, he locks the door behind him and faces me. "We need to talk."

"About?"

"Us," he says quietly.

"Pete, there is no us. I'm with Patrick. That's it. I only need one man in my life. Period."

"Please just hear me out." He grabs my hands, "Dani I- I need you."

"What the hell do you mean, Pete?! I don't have time for this, don't try to fuck with my emotions, Peter, you've never had feelings for me." I took my hands back, stepping away from him.

"Dani, listen," He started, "I just can't express myself with words so I use actions instead!"

"Huh?"

"Dani, I think I love you." He blurted.

"Pete, what the hell, I'm with Patrick." I retorted.

"I understand that but-"

"I don't believe you. We hardly know each other, all we've done is sleep around behind Patrick's back. That doesn't seem very genuine now does it?"

"Dani, I'm not the kind of person to just fuck anybody or use someone for sex. I knew there was something there the first day we met. When you came onto me that day, that's when I knew I had feelings for you. I've loved you since Dani. I don't know what came over me but it's there and I can't help it."

I looked at him with wide eyes, "Pete, you don't mean it."

"But I do. Please believe me. Let me show you how genuine I am with my emotions, Dani." He pulled me in close before I was able to respond and connected our lips, taking me by surprise. 

I knew it was the wrong thing to do, but as it was happening, I didn't want to stop. This kiss was giving me a feeling that wasn't like any other. It felt passionate as if there was a spark. It felt real, unlike any other kisses I've experienced before.

As we made out, we were slowly moving to my bedroom, and before I knew it, we were on the bed. He slowly removed my clothing and every movement he made, gave me butterflies in my stomach. It only took one brief moment for him to take off his clothes. This time it felt different, I feel more committed.

He broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes. "You're the only one I ever want to be with." And  he thrusted into me causing me to arch my back. I pulled Pete close against me while he was kissing up and down my neck leaving little hickeys. He ended up taking each of my hands and pinning them down above my head.

"I think I want to try something." I smirked. I began slowly nudging him so he'd have to flip over to where I was on top. This time, I was dominating. I placed his hands on my hips and started grinding, every movement making him moan.

Pete moved his hands up and down my body, until he stopped very suddenly, looking with wide eyes at the corner behind me.

Once I noticed he stopped reacting I stopped. "Pete?" I called out to him, but he was still staring in the distance. I decided to turn around to see what he was looking at, and that's when I saw him.

His mouth hung agape, his eyes were glazed over, on the verge of tears, and his arm was up and curled in a fist, as if he were about to knock on the window. "Babydoll...."