Senior Slump Or Comeback Of The Year

Invasion Of The Body Snatcher

"What do you mean they know?" Patrick seethed from his side of the car. Pete paled. He could sense the anger settling beneath the surface of his boyfriend's words. 

"They know you're pregnant." He tried to keep his focus on the road ahead of him. Ignoring what felt like literal heat being transmitted from Patrick's glare.  

"HOW?!" Maybe the anger a little closer to the surface than he originally thought. "Fucking HOW?" Or a lot closer.

His finger fidgeted around the steering wheel. Against his better judgement, he stole a glance at the ever growing man in the seat beside him. Patrick's entire body was turned to face him. His round cheeks were flushed pink in exasperation. And if looks could kill, Pete was sure he'd be slumped over the dashboard right about now. 

In his hasty inspection he also noticed something that set his blood hot. Patrick had forgone his seat-belt. Pete slowed to the car to a complete stop. Grateful for the unusually empty street they'd been driving up. 

"Put your seat-belt on." He ordered in as calm of a voice as he could manage.

"M-My seat-belt?" Patrick sputtered indignantly. "We're talking about my life being more ruined than it already was and you're stopping to tell me about car safety rules? You know what? Fuck you, Pete! I can't believe-"

"Patrick, put your fucking seat belt on or I swear to god I won't move this car. We'll stay parked on the side of the road all day."

"Yeah, right." His eye roll only proved to annoy Pete further. 

Pete's fingers tightened to the point of whitening his knuckles. When he spoke again with was with practiced calm. "Patrick, you are pregnant. Which means if this car happens to make too sudden of a stop, it's not just you who will go crashing through the window. It's my child." He inhaled slowly. "You can be as stubborn as you want. You can yell at me or you can not talk to me. But what aren't going to do is endanger out baby. Okay?"

Patrick - who'd been staring at Pete with consistently widening eyes as he spoke- nodded. The sound of the belt sliding out made Pete relax. The shorter man's fingers fumbled with the task of getting it in the right place. He was obviously a little shaken by the other man's sudden no nonsense mood. Noticing all this, Pete reached over and snapped it in for him.

"Thank you." He muttered.

"You're welcome." Pete adjusted his hands on the wheel before starting the car again.

This time the drive was in relative silence. He wasn't sure if he should be grateful or worried by Patrick's sudden silence. The air around them was too tense for the hormonal man not to be fuming next to him.

Pete threw a quick smile at his boyfriend to test that theory. The scowl he got in return was all the evidence he needed. It was expected. Patrick's fearful anger wasn't going to vanish because Pete got a little unset with him. 

"I don't want to go to school." His voice was smaller than it previously was but no less demanding.

Pete didn't switch directions. "Are you not feeling well?"

"I just don't want to go."

He shook his head. "You can't just not go to school because you don't want to. It's your senior year. Slacking off now will only result in you not graduating." The car turned into the school's parking lot. "I don't want that for you."

"You know, you don't suddenly get to tell me what to do." Patrick huffed. "You're not my daddy."

"Why not?" He glanced over his shoulder as he backed into his usual parking space. "Are you not into that?"