Send Me One Last Kik (Peterick)

Time Alone

Patrick hummed as Natasha slept on his shoulder. He held her in his arm as he waited for Breezy to come by with her daughter for a play date until everyone came over for pizza and movies. Talk about an eventful Saturday night.

Patrick held his daughter as he moved around the kitchen, continuing to hum. She had fallen asleep at the table, but Patrick couldn't just leave her there.

"You can sleep on the couch until they get here." He whispered as he maneuvered out of the kitchen. He set her down gently and kissed her forehead. "Sleep tight."

He walked back into the kitchen, cleaning up the lunch he had made for himself and Natasha. Pete was out selling songs and writing with Brendon. Patrick stayed with Natasha since Joe had put him in charge of managing the online aspect of the store. It didn't take much, so Patrick was able to put most of his focus on his little girl.

Once he was done in the kitchen, he leaned against the fridge and sighed. Breezy wouldn't be here for almost twenty more minutes. Natasha was stretched out on the couch, snoring quietly. Patrick was left by himself. He sighed and pulled out his phone. There were no new notifications from the group chat. Everyone was busy.

Patrick bit his lip. He didn't want to bother the chat, or anyone, in the middle of the day. He could deal time to himself for twenty minutes. He hadn't really had that since before he met Pete. That was when he spent most of his time alone, and he was okay with it. After so long of being close to such a great group of people, though... It felt lonelier to be alone.

"I can last twenty minutes." He scolded himself, "I'm a big kid, I don't need constant communication."

He walked into the living room, checked that Natasha was still sound asleep, and ducked into his and Pete's bedroom.

Patrick sat on the edge of his bed, reaching for the drawer on his bedside table. There was a book he had been meaning to finish about the rise of the underworld that he had started recently, but it wasn't in his drawer. He frowned, sliding a box of condoms to the side. Where'd it go?

Patrick looked to Pete's size of the bed. His husband had been interested in the story concept, maybe he had it in his drawer.

He shut his drawer and crawled across the bed. Pete's table had several loose sheets of paper covering the top of it. When Patrick pulled the drawer open, his book stared back at him with a pen sitting on top of it. He smiled. Pete always kept a pen and paper close by.

Patrick lifted his book from the drawer, preparing to shut it, but paused. Under his book was a note with a name, phone number, and three digit number. Patrick's smile faded. Who was Meagan?

Patrick hesitantly reached for the note. He should just leave it alone. Pete probably had a good reason behind it; it was probably a client or something...

Patrick lifted the note, looking over Pete's handwriting. It had been rushed, whenever it was written, and it looked like it had been crumpled at one point.

There was a knock at the front door, making Patrick jump. Breezy. She had arrived early.

Patrick hastily hid the note in his book and crawled back across the bed to hide it in his drawer. He could deal with it later... He had to now.